A/N Hey, guys! I'm sorry I didn't post thank-you's last chapter; I finished it really late at night, or rather, very early in the morning, and was just too exhausted. So expect double at the end today! =)

My Sight wasn't back. Wouldn't I have noticed? Wouldn't I somehow know? I tried to explain this to the boys, but Al was too frightened that the other two were going to die soon, and Hugo had given Scorpius and himself quite a scare as well.

"Even if it is back, we won't let that happen. I have a plan!" I said, trying to take our minds off the subject of Seers.

"and, you should be extra shocked. It involves breaking rules."

Hugo's slim right eyebrow rose, and he seemed to recoil slightly with surprise. He opened his mouth, to make a snide comment undoubtedly, but I ignored him. Once again center stage was on me as I explained my so-called plan, though it was seemingly stupider and stupider the more I talked. As soon as I finished, I was met with dead silence besides the crackling of the fire, breathing, and a faint rustling/footsteps from upstairs. Suddenly, Scorpius spoke sharply out,

"Well I'll use the spell. I'll finish off whatever's behind the door. I mean, I think, seeing as I touched it first, I'm supposed to be the one to do it," he explained, determination across his sharp features.

"No," I exclaimed, immediately rounding on him. "You can't! What if something bad happens? What would we do then? I'm going to do it. Me and Al, right, Albus?" the boy shrunk back into his chair as I now rounded on him, looking lost.

"Think of what Uncle Harry would say if you did! He would be so proud," I coaxed, now trying the 'Uncle Harry' approach. After all, he had saved the Sorcerer's Stone in his first year. Seeing as Al was his descendant, it was only fitting.

He sank lower down, though he nodded timidly. I smiled, nodding appreciatively. Who said blackmail had bad effects?

One boy down, two to go.

Scorpius was still stuttering about how I shouldn't risk my life and blah blah blah, while dear Hugo was watching the goings-on with a look of slight amusement and worry.

"Mmkay, Hugo. You have to be the one to get us into the Library, alright? Please? You can't ignore these puppy eyes," I stated as he began to refuse, pouting slightly. "And think of what amazing things you might find there, too!"

Without waiting for a reply, I turned back to Scorpius, who had collapsed onto the couch, looking slightly defeated. His chin rested in his hand, and he refused to meet my eyes.

"Oh come on. I need to have my moment, too, right?" Silence. "Please just help me, okay? You are my best friend, Scorpius Malfoy, and you can't let me down." He mumbled something unintelligible from behind his fingers.

"What was that you said…?" I leaned forward a bit, trying my best to imitate my mother when she interrogated Dad about something.

"What if something bad happens, huh?" he said, louder, turning away.

"Fine. If you are so worried, then you can come with me. And since when have you become so protective of me?" I added before the Malfoy could even open his mouth. As expected, he didn't answer.

"Since I finally got….oh just never mind!" Scorpius through a hand into the air, putting a stop to my questions. He turned back towards the fire, obviously fuming about something.

As I went to sit down beside him, I suddenly felt incredibly regretful. Great, I was just bringing the dream closer to coming true. The very thing I was trying to prevent. Overnight, I had gone from being normal, to having psychotic nightmares, to wanting to break rules and coming up with ridiculous plans, to putting everyone in danger around me. This was pretty exhausting for a typical eleven year old, let me tell you.

Life stinks, sometimes.

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"Alright, are we all ready?" Hugo whispered into the silence. We were huddled under Al's Invisibility Cloak (Uncle Harry had given it to him as an 11th birthday gift) just inside the Portrait Hole. The clock above the spacious fireplace had just chimed midnight, the perfect time for such escapades.

"No…" Scorpius muttered from my left. He was still sore about the whole situation, two days later, though it had placated him slightly that he got to go with me in the climax of the process.

"Aw be quiet, party pooper," my twin, as expected, couldn't pass the opportunity up.

"Well, Mister—"

"Be quiet! We could get in enough trouble without you two botching up the plan! Can we go already?"

This outburst, surprisingly, came from the owner of our disguise. Though usually the peacemaker of our little group, this was unexpected.

"Well, well, well! Al, I'd never had thought you had it in you," I said appreciatively. "But he's right, can we go?"

"Stop." We all jumped equally high at the voice, resulting in the Cloak getting twisted in our feet and falling in a heap on the floor.

"You can't do this." The voice said powerfully. Wait…I recognized that voice! But why would she…?

"Marti, what in the name of Dumbledore's biggest fruit basket are you doing?" I hissed from the carpeted floor. She wouldn't betray us like that!

"I want go with you. I heard you talking the other night, and you aren't going without me!" oh for the love of God, not another one….

A collaborative sigh was held. Could this month not get any worse?

"Marti," I began, getting up, "Please. You seriously don't understand. You weren't there the first time, you don't get it!"

Her mocha face was set, round dark eyes set. She crossed thin arms, stepping towards us.

"No, I know. But I want to help. Either you let me go, or no-one goes at all." 'Who said blackmail doesn't end well was an idiot', what a load of crap. Oh, how I hate karma…

"Ugh, just let the girl come, we don't have time to argue!" one of the boys said from behind me. Taking this as a yes conclusion, the intruder brushed past me.

"Wait—but, but—no, this—umph!" My spluttering was not registered by everyone else, as usual. Martinique, whom only 72 hours ago I had considered to be a good friend, had turned into a master blackmailer. Did I mention before that life sucks? Because most of the time, it does. Majorly.

Annoyed more than slightly, I followed the swinging black braids, rejoining the group. She was already brusquely accepted, and was lifting up the silvery Cloak with a slender finger. Al took it gently from her, pulling me over. With difficulty, because there were so many of us, he swung it over our shoulders. Unfortunately, we had to squish together in a human blob, and it still didn't cover our little get together all the way. Scorpius had to put an arm around me, and I was pushed against Marti's back.

As you can bet, this was incredibly uncomfortable, and it took us nearly half an hour to make it to the Library because of our stunted shuffle. Luckily, Filch's old age had prevented him from staying out this late, and we didn't meet up with any prefects on the way over. If even Mrs Norris had happened to be around the corner, we would have been pot roast. So as you can imagine, the sound of Hogwart's Libraries dusty door clicking shut was an immense relief.

Hugo gestured with a finger to his lips, and led the way to the very back and most neglected part of the old room.

The glass paneled doors had no knobs, and thick black velvet curtains were pulled across them. A thick cord, too, was included in preventing students from entering. This didn't deter my brother, however. He pulled out his wand from up his sleeve, and merely tapped the rope, muttering an unheard spell.

The cord slithered into a mid-air coil, and the doors opened without a sound. Anxiously, a tense vibe to the air, we slipped forth; the door and the rope putting themselves as they were behind us.

"What now?" Marti whispered, stepping out from under the cloak. The rest of us followed suit, slinking farther inside to resist being seen.

"Well, Rosie, you tell us. You're the master of this plan, anyhow," Al said.

"Uhm, ok…well, let's split. We can get things done faster. Don't open anything without a title, and search for the spell and any info on the thing." With that, we all scuttled off in different directions, bobbing wand tips being the only source of illumination.

The books here were dark, bound in rank leather. The few that had names embossed on them were gruesome, or written in mysterious languages, and a select few didn't even have words on their pages.

The books seemed to leer at me, beckoning me to open them, to use them. One, when I trailed my fingers over its spine, even tried to pull my hand into its binding. No wonder they were in the Restricted Section. Why would a school even have these books?

I walked further into the M section. There was a whole shelf here dedicated to a series called Magical Mangling. As I turned away from the gross thought, another book caught my eye. It lay away from its place on the shelf, instead it perched quite innocently on a study table. All black, it was, with a single word embossed in gold on its cover. Memories.

I don't know why, but the title sounded intriguing in a way, drawing me closer every second my eyes rested on it. Lacking realization that I was doing it, my feet pulled me to the leather bound pages, and I found my fingers stretching to touch it. Not once did it occur to me that this could be a trap, a danger, a way to control.

"Now what are you on about?" I whispered to the closed pages as I lifted it from the oak table. Something…curious vibrated about the thing.

As I inspected it closer, my wand illuminated a rift in the pages. What the…? Half frightened of what would emerge, I hesitantly flipped to the break.

My heart gave a slightly painful lurch at the sight of a white something dropping to the ground. I was lucky I didn't give a shout or a jump; I had seen it out of the corner of my eye, and being already on edge, my body wanted to go into "Fight or Flight" mode.

Dropping the book back to its resting place, I fell to my knees, stuffing my still-lit wand hastily back into my sock on the way down. Hands frantically felt the carpeted floor for what must have been a weighted piece of parchment, mind ringing with possibilities.

Aha… I swear my fingers nearly tingled with anticipation as they touched the thing. Bringing it closer to the light, I realized with even greater glee that it was an envelope!

Envelopes held things, secrets, keys! And there was something that told me this had to do with the door, though the reactions were so different.

Snuffing out the desire to rip it open right there, I pushed the pale envelope into my pocket. I seized my wand from my sock, grabbed Memories, and set off to find the others.

Hugo, as expected, had hardly done a thing, but I was still highly suspicious of what sorts of things he had found out about. Dangerous jinks and his conniving little mind did not go well, and would probably only end in tears.

Al had stuck close with Marti, and they came away with a few books on the Darkest sort of protecting spells and guarding curses. As it turned out, Marti's father was an Auror, so she had a little more insight on where to look. This blessing redeemed her a little in my mind; I couldn't really be angry with her much more, anyhow.

Scorpius stated that he had looked in hundreds of books, but he couldn't find anything on the spell.

"But I can just write Father and ask him if he has any idea. He'll never give a second thought to my request, I promise you that," he stated, airily waving his hand at the idea of us searching more.

We would have gone over everything right then and there, but the clock chimed one o'clock, and we were all pretty exhausted, anyhow. Cramping ourselves under the Cloak once more, we scurried quickly through the halls, fearful of Mrs Norris. But her round yellow eyes never appeared, and we made it safely back.

Whew, I'm actually not minding this breaking the rules thing any more, after all we've been through. I said to myself, with a slight semblance of pride, when we arrived at the welcoming warmth of the Gryffindor Common Room.

Once we were all seated, knees touching, on the carpet before the roaring fire, I took out the envelope.

It was heavier than I recalled, as if it was held down by a dark secret. Perhaps, hopefully, it was.

Slowly, drawing out the moment, I slit the flap with my thumbnail, waiting to turn it upside down. Closing my eyes, letting the sound of the crackling embers and my friend's breathing relax me, i slowly reached in the parchment.

Something cold, something metal, met my fingers. I opened my eyes, lifting the thing. It was, of all things, a tiny brass key on a silver necklace chain, an intricate design of ivy carved into the stem.

"Here," whispered Scorpius, holding a pale hand out. I lightly dropped the necklace into his palm, whence he investigated it with precision before passing it on.

"Rosie, was there a note?" said Marti, taking the envelope from my lap. The African girl neatly slipped two fingers into the packet, searching for a moment. "Aha!" she had found it. A torn slip of yellowed paper, rolled and flattened.

Al, the last to receive it, gently put the key and chain on the marble hearth, and kneeled eagerly forwards as Marti flattened the parchment. The firelight flickered almost ominously against the inked words, narrowly scripted upon imaginary lines.

Greetings, finder, searcher, explorer;

Whence you have found me, you must know what you are looking for. One, chosen to Know. One, chosen to Save. One, chosen to Find. One, chosen to Go. And one, one chosen to Sojourn.

Good luck, my friends, be aware. Nothing is as it seems, as soon as you think know you are wrong. Past is present, future is gone, present is yesterday. Tomorrow will come, because it is not too late. It will never be too late.

Remember always, those who search for that which cannot be found will die miserable.

Best of luck be with you,

Memories.