Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling, and Akame Ga Kill is owned by Takahiro and Tetsuya Tashiro. I own nothing.

Harry had grabbed a table near the back of the library that would be large enough to fit everyone who would be coming to study later on in the day.

Madam Pince, the librarian, had told him that a group the size he was hosting would have to keep the noise to a minimum as to not disrupt the other students.

Hermione, Padma, and Pavarti were the first to arrive. Neville and the rest of the Hufflepuff first years followed soon after. Daphne and Tracey were last to arrive, or rather they arrived "Fashionably late" as Tracey dubbed it.

The two Slytherin girls had gotten strange looks by Ernie, Justin, Susan, and Pavarti at first, but it seemed they were willing to put differences they had behind them when they realized that Daphne had taken very well written notes for most of her classes.

Neville had been very relieved to hear form Tracey that he knew how to brew his potions correctly the entire time. The real problem he had was that he was too nervous in class which led to his poor performance.

However when they began to practice simple spells that they had already learned Harry noticed that Neville struggled even with this.

Harry didn't understand what was wrong. Neville had been doing the same wrist movements as everyone else and said the incantation correctly. What was the problem?

"Neville what did Mr. Olivander say when he gave you your wand?" Hannah asked him.

"Well I didn't get my wand from Olivander's," Neville told her. "It belonged to my dad and my Gran gave it to me."

"That's not good Neville," Pavarti told him.

"Why what's wrong?" Neville asked sounding nervous.

"Well when me and Padma went to get our wands Olivander told us that our wands shared the same core and were nearly identical in make."

"But we decided to try each other's out," Padma continued. "When we did that it felt different somehow. When we asked him he told us that the wand chooses the wizard, not the other way around."

"You should go to Professor Sprout," Hermione told him. "You might be able to go and get a new one."

Neville nodded and promised that he would. Harry had a feeling that once Neville got his new wand the boy's confidence would start to build up greatly.

Hermione proved to be a great person to have invited as she took clear and understandable notes in History of Magic, a class that bored them all out of their minds.

One passage in Hermione's notes that Harry found interesting was one on how when a wizard once dabbled in a dark ritual and had been deformed as a result. His hair had turned as black as midnight, his skin became milky pale, and had gained red eyes.

Maybe that was why Malfoy had been intimidated by Akame when he first saw her. He probably thought she was a dark witch or something.

As time passed Ernie and Justin decided to pack up and head back to the dormitory along with Hannah and Susan. The Patil twins followed soon after. Daphne and Tracey stayed for awhile longer before they too decided to leave.

"Oh, before I forget I heard what happened between you and Malfoy," Daphne told Harry. "And I just have to say good for you."

"Really?" Harry asked.

"Yeah you should have seen him when he came back to our common room," Tracey added. "Instead of boasting like he usual does he was complaining about you and how you were able to do a non verbal spell to knock down Crabbe and Goyle. Nobody believed him and he ended up looking like a fool in front of the whole house."

"I wasn't trying to make a fool out of him," Harry told them. "But I have to admit it makes me happy to know that I did."

The girls waved goodbye and left the library.

"What happened between you and Malfoy?" Hermione asked.

"Well yesterday he came up to me and basically told me who I could and couldn't be friends with, so I told him to forget about it," Harry told her.

"Wow thanks Harry," Neville said.

Harry just brushed it aside. "Don't thank me I'm sure you two would have done the same."

"Still did you really use magic to knock those boys unconscious?" Neville asked.

"Sure," Harry said. "You can call it magic." Even though they were Harry's friends, he still didn't want to reveal he had an Imperial Arms. Not yet anyways.

Hermione looked doubtful of his explanation, but didn't say anything about it.

The three continued to study and trade notes with each other, until Madam Pince came over to their table to tell them the library was about to close and she recommended they go back to their dorms before curfew.

They had no idea that they had been studying for that long and quickly packed up their things.

Taking a look at her watch Hermione told them that curfew would be starting soon. They hurried down a few flights of stairs and were stopped when they heard a "Meow".

Looking down they spotted the caretaker's cat Mrs. Norris. The cat was loyal only to Filch, the caretaker, and was reported to lead him right to students who were breaking the rules.

Mrs. Norris trotted past them in search of her master.

This was bad. Even though curfew hadn't begun just yet it was close, and Filch seemed to like punishing students for things they did or did not do.

Sure enough they heard a voice coming down the hall. "What's wrong my sweet? Is it nasty students breaking the rules?" the voice belonged to Filch.

Not wanting to get caught Harry ushered them further along the corridor and stopped when they came to a locked door. Hermione took out her want and cast a spell on the door. It unlocked and they hurried behind it.

Harry heard the sound of Filch approaching, getting closer to the door they were hiding behind. Focusing his energy Harry used his Imperial Arms to create a sound of something crashing on the floor above the one they were on.

Filch took the bait as Harry heard the footsteps disappear down the corridor.

"What floor are we on?" Neville asked facing away from Harry, who heard fear in the other boys voice.

Harry thought back the library was on the sixth floor, and they had walked down about three floors so that would mean…

"I think I know why this floor is forbidden," Neville said as Harry turned to see what he thought was a danger beast.

It was a dog. A giant three headed dog. It appears to have been sleeping, but the students seemed to have woken it up. Standing up tall over a trapdoor, growling it showed off its sets of white sharp fangs, it's jowls dripping with saliva.

Harry quickly opened the door and the three of them ran out and slammed the door shut as the dog leapt at their retreating forms.

Harry made a mental note never to make the mistake of going near that dog anytime soon.

But his curiosity couldn't help but wonder: why keep an animal like that in a school full of children? And what exactly was behind that trapdoor?