Author's note: I finally back with the next chapter! I am so sorry this took so much of time to publish. My internet's been down for a bloody week. (I have no idea of how I survived) Also, I was just going through the other chapters and some parts in the fourth chapter seemed really cringy to me. Because of that I've made a few (okay maybe a lot) of changes to that chapter. So you can go back and read it if you want to. And for those who have just seen this fanfiction and have read from the first since this update... Well... You already know what happens. Basically the same stuff as before. Plus, I hadn't been able to thank fanHPTW for their review, and on that note.. I was thinking of adding Harry's reaction while he is reading. Maybe I will do that. Oh, and don't forget to review!

Disclaimer: I do not know Harry Potter.

Harry stepped inside the room and looked around. The room was drab and the wall paper was plain white, with tiny lockers that looked like the capsule hotel that he's heard about. He and Hermione were back at the morgue, to investigate the bodies again. But this time, it was for a different reason. The man who was murdered yesterday had the dark mark on his right arm. What Harry needed to find out was if whether the other victims were death eaters as well. It wouldn't be that much of a clue, but at least it was something.

Hermione held a handkerchief to her nose as they took out the bodies. There were just as dead as the last time they saw them, almost completely burnt leaving absolutely any distinguishable facial features. Harry took a step towards the first body and checked it's right arm. It was almost black, although very vague, they were signs of a dark mark. They both started to check the the other bodies, only to find the exact same mark on their right arm. Harry looks closer on the last body's arm, it was hard to distinguish it, but it was definitely the dark mark. Well this confirms it, there is a killer on the loose targeting death eaters, therefore the next victim must be a death eater as well. They had a lead now. If they could somehow pinpoint who the next victim may be, they could prevent the felony from happening, perhaps even catch the murderer in the act.

Harry and Hermione ambled out the of the room into the corridor. Just then a figure came from the corner, it was Draco. He walked towards them and said.

"Just the two people I needed to see. There's another meeting in an hour. You are expected to be there with all the evidence."

Harry gave an acknowledging nod and walked past him. He and Draco had finally been able to come on good enough terms that they won't kill each other when ever they meet in the hallway. Hermione had to had to jog to keep up with Harry's long strides.

"I'll meet you in the conference room."

"All right.", Harry said before schelpping into his office. He decided that he could go over the evidence on last time before heading towards the meeting. He opened his drawer and found the diary to be there as well. He had taken it with him in the morning. It took only one moment of looking at the words on the cover for him to be tempted to instantly take it and begin reading again.

Well, one page can't do any harm.

He opened the book and began to read.

November 3rd 1976

Status: Tired

Time: 4:00 a.m.

How did I get here again?

I am stuck in a broom closet, with the wall at my back and Potter at my front, with his foot stuck in a bucket. I close my eyes, trying to jog my memory.

The first thing I noticed was a smell. It was.. men's cologne and sweat? I sluggishly opened my eyes, and turned my head to see what it was. I saw a person, or to be more accurate, a man- no, not a man, but a boy, mostly my age. He was sleeping. Is this one of those dreams where I meet my supposed one and only? I catch a glimpse of his messy black hair and sharp features. His glasses were crooked on his face. Wait... Messy hair, glasses. He slowly opened his eyes as well. And I saw a pair of hazel eyes looking at me.

It took a few moments for me to finally realize what was going on. This wasn't a dream. It was real. I was sitting on the couch with this boy. My head had been on the boy's shoulder. And this "boy" here was..

Potter

I remembered everything that had happened. The Broom ride, coming back to the common room, and falling asleep on the couch.

Upon the sudden realization I yelped. I pushed him and sat up abruptly.

He fell down and with a swift thump he hit his head on the table, then his shoulder made contact with the floor.

I winced.

"S- sorry."

He sat up slowly, wincing as he tried rub the huge bump that had formed on his head.

"It's alright. What happened?"

"We had come back from the Quidditch pitch and had fallen asleep right on the couch."

"I see." He gets up and makes his way to door.

"Wait. Where are you going?"

"To the library."

"But it's past curfew."

"I know."

"Then why are you going?" I narrow my eyes.

"I need a book from the restricted section."

"So you're gonna steal."

"No. I'm going to borrow it. I'll put it back. No one even notices that they're gone."

"But-"

"Evans, if you're so worried then come along."

I thought for a while. I know that I should stop him before something bad happens. But I've never been to the Restricted section either. What was so dangerous about them that they were placed in a section that was "Restricted"? I've always wanted to go, but the restricted section isn't anything like sneaking towards the kitchen. The minute I step in that place I would be caught. Then, I guess this is my chance. I'm never gonna get another opportunity like this. Maybe I should just seize it.

"Fine. I will."

I stand up and walk up to him. Ready to go.

"Oh wait, I've gotta go get something.", he says before dashing off to his room.

He comes down in a few seconds, carrying something like a blanket. It was only as he came closer that I saw that it wasn't a blanket, but a cloak. It all sparkly and shiny, folded neatly. The kind of thing that immediately lights up my curiosity. I point and the large piece of cloth.

"What's that?"

"You'll see."

He opens the door and lets me go first. It was dark out in the corridor, not even a small light in sight.

I hear the door shut behind me. Potter came beside me and whispered, "Lumos." Potter started to unfold his cloak. He puts the cloak on, and the moment he does so, he disappears.

I gasp,"So it is an invisibility cloak!"

I don't know if he nodded or not. Cause, he was invisible for Merlin's sake. Suddenly his hand comes out of nowhere. it gestures for me to join him under the cloak. I hesitate. Half willing and half reluctant, I do as it says. I slip under the cloak and find myself right beside him again, except that we were under a cloak.

He began to walk, with me right in tow.

We sauntered side by side, silently. After all, we didn't want Filch to catch us.

We take a few rights and there it was. The massive doors leading to the library. Potter takes a step forward and tries to open the door, with no luck.

"Locked, huh?"

He tries again, and again, and again, only to fail yet another time.

I pull out my wand and point it at the door.

"Alohomora."

The door opens with a click. I look at him. Not bothering to hide my smugness.

He laughs sheepishly and pulls the door open. I look inside. Just like the corridors, it was pitch black in here as well. He takes my hand and begins to lead us forward.

"Do you do this stuff often?", I ask.

He nods.

"How often?"

"About thrice in one week."

Thrice in one week?! What was so interesting in these books for him to come here that often.

We take a turn and I see the small sign above. With black letters it was written, The Restricted Section.

I take a look. It looked all the other sections. Shelves of books, from one corner to another. However, some of the books had chains attached to them.

Chains?

We went inside, and Potter took the cloak off . He started to check the shelves for the book, while I roamed around and looked at the binds of them, checking their title names. Famous Fire Eaters, Fifteenth Century Fiends, The Shrieking book? It was bound in black and silver and there was a huge chain tied to it. Interested, I took it out, almost dropping it. Damn this thing was heavy. I put it as gently as I could on the table, and opened it. I started to read, it seemed to be about Christian sermons. But once I read the first line, a loud, blood curdling scream pieced the air. Just as quickly as the shriek came I shut it with a snap. In a split second I had stuffed it back on the shelf, panting. I could still hear the echo of the shriek reverberate through the silence. All of a sudden, a came and touched my shoulder. I swiftly spun around, obviously afraid. But it was only Potter, looking worried.

"You okay?"

"Yeah.", I softly say.

"Don't touch any of the books with chains, alright? They tend to be.. a little lively."

"Well that's reassuring." I mutter. He laughs softly before he goes back to searching. I look at some of the other books, careful to not touch them. Magick Moste Evile, Moste Potente Potions, Secrets of the Darkest Art..

"Fuck. Where is it?", Potter mumbles.

"What happened?"

"The book, it isn't here."

"What do you mean it isn't here?!"

"Someone must've checked it out. And I think I know who."

I let out an exasperated sigh. "Let's just go." I turn around, headed for the door. He follows me cursing under his breath.

I open the door and take a step outside. While he comes from behind and closes it.

"Sorry for making you go through so much of trouble."

I shook my,"It's alright. At least I got to see the restricted section."

We were about to start walking back to the Head's tower. However, we suddenly heard a noise.

Meow.

It couldn't be. I slowly spin around, and found myself looking at a pair of with bulging yellow, lamp-like eyes. It was Mrs. Norris.

Immediately Potter grabbed my hand.

"Run!", he shouted as he led me away.

Our hands still joined, we sprinted as fast as we could. Not even bothering to check where we were going. We made random turns and ran up and down staircases. Down the next turn I spotted a small golden light. It had to be coming from a lantern.

"Mrs Norris?", a raspy voice came out.

Crap. It's Filch. He'll have our heads once he finds us out of our rooms at this hour. I look around, desperately trying to look for somewhere to escape, somewhere to hide. I found it a steps behind us, a broom closet. It wasn't much. We would be having a pretty hard time there. But it was something, and it would only be for a few minutes. I point to the small door.

"In there."

With a curt nod he dashes off to open, and we quickly get inside. He closes the door quietly. After which he finally let go of my hand.

But..

This is way more cramped up than I thought it would be..

The whole closet was filled with buckets, mops, and other stuff. We both were squished together, in a rather awkward position.

"Don't worry. It'll only be for a few minutes.", Potter whispered. He shuffled backwards, trying to give the both of us some space. And takes a step right into a bucket. Making a huge clank.

"Shit." He tries to shake it off, with no luck.

"Wait!"

"Well well, what do we have here?" The was a little muffled because the door was closed.

We both fall silent and look at the door.

"Two students out of bed, snogging in a broom closet."

No! It's no that!

I look at Potter, suddenly afraid. He puts a finger on his lips, telling me to be quiet.

However, there was a sudden click, coming from the door. Filch was locking us in!

I was about shout to Filch. There was a slight chance, that he actually might listen to what we have to say (Actually, make that really really slight) But Potter stops me. He shakes his head.

"Serves those little brats right.", he mutters before stalking off. I hear the sound of his dying footsteps, as he walks away. When the sound finally stops, I give Potter a scowl.

"Why did you stop me?!"

"Do you want to be caught?"

"We could've at least explained something to him."

"Saying what? Evans, there is no trying to convince Filch."

I became silent. I didn't have a back answer for that one. After a few seconds, giving out a sigh, I whispered.

"Well, what do we do now?"

"I'm not sure I guess we'll have to stay here for now. After all, we can't open the doors of the broom closet, with a simple Alohomora."

So we stood there, silent and waiting for someone to come and help us.

I open my eyes again. How do I get myself into such situations? All I wanted to do was look at the Restricted section. But.. there would have been just a few months before I would have the permission to go there on my own. I suppose I could've just waited. Well, I'll regret that later. Right now I have to focus on the present.

When are we going to get out of here? It's dark in here and my feet hurt.

I try to look at my watch. I think it's 5:00. God I can't take it anymore!

"What time is it?", Potter asks.

"I think it's 5 in the morning."

I could barely make out his scowl.

"Why don't any couples go looking for broom closets when we need them too?"

"Hey, could we sit down? My feet are killing me."

"Sure."

I plopped down. He did the same. The bucket on his foot collided against the floor, making another clank. Or else.. he tried to do the same.

It was too crammed up for both of us to sit. Our shoulders bump each other, leaving us squished up against the wall. Great. Honestly the least thing the founders could've done was make these broom closets a bit bigger. How are people even able to snog in these places anyways.

Now don't get me wrong. I will tell everyone this once and for all, I am not a prude. I've snogged in places in this castle before, just not in one of the broom closets before. I take a deep breath. I have to. The air in here is getting thin as well.

"Where did you get that invisibility cloak?", I ask while pointing at the shiny cloak. It sparkled in the darkness.

"Oh this. My dad gave it to me. This used to be his. Not sure what he used it for though."

"This must be how you four get along with your pranks, isn't it?"

I felt the heat radiating from him. Who knows, maybe he was blushing. (And if he wasn't, I just hope it's not something gross)

"Yeah, however it doesn't work on Mrs. Norris for some reason. It's as if though she sense us through it."

"Gosh it's so dark in here. All I can see is the gleam of your glasses."

His head, or else... his glasses turned in my direction, then stopped. And they started moving again, from side to side, front and back, bobbing up and down. I stifle a laugh. And as he comes forward, with a quick lash of my fingers, I flick him (miraculously) right on the forehead (thank god it didn't hit a wall). His hand came up to rub the spot. I know, it came up and whacked me up my face before it got there.

"Ow.." , I mutter.

"Sorry."

I groan. "How much longer are we going to be stuck here?"

"No idea. But look on the bright side."

"What bright side?"

"You get to be alone in a broom closet, with me."

"Lucky me.."

I try to move myself to a more comfortable position. My head hits the wall. That's when I hear the footsteps coming closer (somehow they sounded way softer than normal footsteps). I exchange a hopeful glance with Potter. I get up and shout, "Is anyone there? HELP!"

All I got in response was a purr.

Mrs Norris. Just our luck.

I hear another set of footsteps. Potter begins to stand up as well, knocking a broom in the process.

"Are they still in there my sweet?"

Potter shouted, "Filch, let us out!"

"Potter?!", Filch snarled.

"Filch come on, let us off the hook for once will you?"

"Now why would I do that?"

"I'm pretty sure that McGonagall won't be happy when she hears that you've locked two students from her house inside a broom closet."

We heard the footsteps start again, slowing fading away.

"Wait. FILCH! WHERE ARE YOU GOING? LET US OUT! Come on Filch we can sort out all our past problems can't we? FILCH!"

I groan and slump back down.

"When are we ever going to get out!", I whined.

He plopped down beside me. Or else at least tried to. With all this other stuff in the way, it was going to be impossible for both of us to sit comfortably.

"This is so uncomfortable."

"Here." He held both of my shoulders and moved me towards him. I was in no position to protest. My shoulders were getting pretty sore. He crossed his legs and seated me right on his lap.

I turn my head to look at him "Eh-hem, Potter, I'm on your lap."

"You don't say?"

"Isn't there any other way we can sit?"

"This is the only way we'll both be comfortable."

I try to get up and sit somewhere else. Instead my head collided with a cupboard (my poor head), toppling over a mop. He snickers. I cast him a dark look before going back into silence. I slowly become more relaxed. This position is way more comfortable, he was right about that. I leaned back, over his chest. I stay like that for a while.

Potter taps my shoulder.

"It sounds like someone is coming again."

I begin to hear it as well, the sound of footsteps, as well as voices. One was a little high-pitched, female. The other was deeper, obviously male. The voices become louder and louder. The doorknob began to turn.

"Oh. It's locked."

We both swiftly push ourselves up, toppling over some other stuff.

"Looks like this one is occupied. Let's go find another one."

Just before they were about to leave I shout,"Wait! Don't go!"

They stop in their tracks. I was sure. (for some reason I could hear them breathing)

"We're locked in here!", Potter shouts. "You think you could unlock it?"

"Ye-yeah, maybe."

I listen to him mutter the unlocking charms and open the door. Relief washes over me. We step outside of the closet. I look at the couple who had just saved the both of us. They were both seventh years, Gryffindors. However I couldn't notice their faces.

They look at out badges and their eyes widen.

"The Head Boy and the Head Girl.", the boy said. I noticed the fear glinting in their eyes.

"Yes, how nice of you to notice. Well.. thank you for saving us."

They both nodded. Potter's features suddenly hardened and tensed.

"However, I just can't you two saundering in the corridor out of hours. What are your names?"

"Carrie Lloyd."

"Thomas Cagle."

He took out a spare piece of parchment and noted down the two names. And then tore it.

"I'll let you off the hook this once, all right?"

The two nodded eagerly.

"Now go back to your dormitories." The moment he said so the couple turned around and ran in the blink of an eye.

I chuckled.

"What."

"I didn't expect you to handle that in such a mature way."

He coughed, trying to hide his embarrassment,"Well, I've changed. You can see that, can't you?"

"Yes, I can."

We begin walking towards the tower.

As much as I was relieved, I was worried as well. Rumours are bound to start to spreading. I can already see the headlines for the school paper (not that we've ever had one). Head Boy Potter and Head Girl Evans found snogging in a broom closet. What could possibly be behind such scandalous events? Just think of the humiliation! What would people say behind my back? Would they tease me as I go down the hall? Would they laugh? AM I OVER-REACTING? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!

Merlin I need therapy. Maybe I'll go during the holidays.

While I'm over here hyperventilating, Potter lightly taps on my shoulder.

"Hey did you hear me?"

"What?"

"I asked you if you were okay?"

"Oh. Yeah. I'm okay."

We go back into silence. All I hear is a bunch of crickets chirping outside and the tap of our footsteps.

"Aren't you worried about Filch?"

"Hmm?"

"Filch. Isn't he going to be pissed that we both escaped?"

"First of all, not the both us, just me. He still doesn't know that you were there as well. He thinks I'm the only one. Second of all, no. I'm not worried about him. He can't do anything harmful with magic cause he's a squib. At the most he'll keep me in detention for the rest of the year."

"Squib? I didn't know that Filch was a squib."

"Not many people do."

"When did you find out?"

"In third year. We had been rummaging around in Filch's room, looking for something he had confiscated from us. And Remus noticed that there wasn't a wand there."

"But Filch could've just had it with him."

"That's why we asked Hagrid. He knows a lot about the castle and the people who work. He was the one who told us that Filch was a squib."

"And how did Filch react when he found out?"

"Well.. let's just say it wasn't pretty."

He chuckles nervously, lifting a hand to ruffle his hair. We stop walking. We had finally reached the Head's tower. Potter says the password for the both of us and we head on inside. I take another look at my watch. It's 5:50. Only ten minutes till my alarm clock rings. I stare at the window. There was an amazing view of the Quidditch pitch as well as the lake. That was one of the advantages of living in the Head's tower.

"Good night.", I say with a yawn.

"Good night."

I climb up my staircase and head inside. I flop down on my bed, exhausted. My eyes droop, and I fall asleep.

Harry had been so intrigued with reading that he didn't hear the phone ringing. On hearing it ring for the first time (although there had been many other phone calls before this), he jumped in his seat. He took the call.

"Hello. Who is this?"

"It's Draco."

"What is it?"

"I want you to come by Madan Puddifoot's at Hogsmeade at 4:00 p.m.."

"Why?"

"Cause I think I might've gotten you a lead."