Here's another chapter :) I would like to thank Mistress of Magic22 for giving me the idea, it was a beautiful idea and I personally think that it would have been nice if they had actually made one of these in the castle. Oh and I thought it fitted real well if I put it on that floor. Seeing as the Room of Requirement is on the fifth floor and it would be completely wrong to put it on the same floor.

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'Well if it isn't Mr. Harry Evil Plotter! Planning on killing any other dark wizards any time soon?' Peeves cackled near a chandelier, thrusting a stick around like a sword.

'No.' Harry replied nonchalantly, walking along a third floor corridor with Hermione and Ron beside him.

'Not going to drop dead on the floor anytime soon?' Peeves laughed, falling from a great height then stopping right in front of Harry, his tongue sticking out and his eyes crossed.

'Nope.'

Peeves frowned at the lack of attention he was receiving from Harry. 'I always admired you Harry Evil Plotter. I've always wanted to speak to snakes,' He blew a raspberry, trying to make a hissing sound, 'but between you and me,' he leaned closer to Harry's ear. Harry raised an eyebrow. 'I think Voldy would have killed himself if he had seen me coming to finish him off.' Peeves cackled real loudly, soaring up into the air and doing a back-flip. He came back down, hovering next to Harry who was still ignoring him and walking towards his Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Peeves was resting on his back, his arms behind his head, hovering casually beside Harry. He looked at Harry and Harry tried his best to ignore him until he moved onto annoying Hermione and Ron.

'Oh, love! How I just . . . Hate it.' He frowned, and tore apart Hermione and Ron's hands. Hermione pulled back from Peeves's touch and cradled her hand in her chest.

'Okay, Peeves,' Ron said, 'I think you should go bother someone else now.'

'Nah, you are more entertaining than trying to make Nearly Headless Nicks head fall off.'

Ron groaned and swatted at Peeves.

'Oh, you don't play nice do you Carrot.' Peeves teased. 'Oh well, Mr. Harry Evil Plotter always welcomes me.' He flew over to Harry once more and rested on top of his head. Harry sighed and pretended that Peeves wasn't there.

'Where you lot heading any ways?' Peeves asked.

'Defence Against the Dark Arts.' Ron said coldly, folding his arms across his chest irritably.

'Why you need that for? You can take on 'bout anything Plotter.'

'Thanks?' Harry replied turning another corner.

They were silent for a moment except for Peeves dreadful singing, and then Peeves spoke. 'Do you lot of miss-fits want to try out the new room?'

'New room?' Harry asked.

'No.' Ron said quickly, though it was clear that he wasn't going to change his answer.

'Oh pleeeease. I've been trying to get someone to go into it for ages and no one . . . well no one stays around long enough.'

'I wonder why?' Ron mumbled.

Peeves ignored him. 'Come on Plotter!' Harry thought he would never hear Peeves whine. Ever.

'What exactly is in this room? Flesh Eating Slugs that are going to attack us the moment we open the door? Or are we going to get covered in chalk the second we walk through the door?' Harry asked.

'No.' Peeves swiftly brought his hand up to his heart, 'I swear!'

'I still don't buy it.' Ron muttered.

'Harry let's just go to class.' Hermione said, taking Ron's hand again.

'Well you two can go, I want to see this room Peeves is so eager to show us.'

Hermione gave Harry a you're-going-to-get-it look as Harry began to follow Peeves who was doing loops in the air clapping his hands.

'Oh you'll like this Plot-Potter.' He said smiling broadly.

'I just hope I don't regret this later.' Harry mumbled, following Peeves through the corridors. 'So how did you come across this room?' Harry asked Peeves curiously.

'Chalk Lady told me not to tell anyone while they were building it. So naturally I just have to show someone!' He grinned.

'Chalk Lady? You don't mean Professor McGonagall?' Harry asked.

'I wouldn't really consider her a Professor seeing as all she does is yell.' Peeves scoff at.

Harry rolled his eyes and shifted his bag on his shoulder, Peeves seemed to be taking his time and Harry was going to be late for Defence Against the Dark Arts. Professor Pierce wouldn't be pleased.

'How much further?' Harry complained, his patience running thin.

'I thought I would take you the long way!' Peeves gleamed at his idea.

Harry cursed under his breath.

'I heard that! Naughty Potty Mouth!' Peeves scorned.

'Can you just bloody show me this room already? Or were you just making all this up to get me into trouble?' Harry argued.

'Get Naughty Potty Mouth into trouble? Never!' He hovered in front of a blank wall which held a knight's armour near it.

'Well? Where is this room?' Harry said irritated.

'Say a name.' Peeves encouraged, now sitting crossed legged upside down.

'Name? Who's name?'

'I don't know. Chalk Lady said something about saying a name of someone who died.'

'Well that helps.' Harry rolled his eyes. He turned to leave, hoping that he could get back to class in time and not be too late.

'Wait!' Peeves flew in front of Harry and held his hands out like stop signs, 'say that Carrot Top boy's brother's name! Umm, George?'

'Fred you mean?'

'Was it Fred? Never could tell the difference between them.' Peeves said carelessly.

'Fred.' Harry said again to nothing in particular.

'Nonononono.' Peeves groaned. 'Say their last name too.'

'Fred Weasley.' Harry said frowning now from Peeves's lack of manners.

The wall made a slow groan and slowly a large golden door appeared. It didn't have any door handles but was covered in a series of intricate swirl designs.

Harry looked at Peeves, his eyes wide. Peeves was looking at the door with a gigantic grin on plastered onto his face. 'Told ya!'

'Yes you did . . .' Harry said amazed at what was in now in front of him. 'How do I open it?' He looked at Peeves who was now doing a little dance with his feet.

'You have to say the name again.'

'Fred Weasley.' Harry said again. The door swung open without even a hint of creaking of age or heavy weight and inside on the opposite end of the room was a saucer with an orange flickering flame.

Harry took one look at Peeves who zoomed in before Harry could even mutter a word and was looping around the new area.

'Merlin's Beard.' Harry mused, taking a step inside the room and spinning back around as the door closed and sealed itself up, leaving behind a blank wall which was beginning to write Harry Potter up in the top left corner in delicate silver writing.

Harry stumbled over to another wall, reading through the golden names that were already on it and feeling his heart constrict as he read across familiar names.

Fred Weasley (1978)

Colin Creevey (1981)

Remus Lupin (1960)

Nymphadora Lupin (1973)

Harry stood opened mouth as he read all the names of his friends and people he knew. He looked around himself, taking in the other names printed on the other three walls. Taking no notice of Peeves who was whizzing around the room pointing at what he thought were funny names, Harry made his way towards the saucer. Behind it in golden letters were the words 'Resting In Piece Opens Up The Golden Doors Of New Adventures'.

Peering into the water that lay around it like a moat, Peeves scared him by whispering, 'You got a coin on ya?'

'I'm not giving you my money!' Harry said, stashing his hands into his pockets protectively.

'No, Potty Mouth, chuck a coin into the water.' Peeves rolled his eyes and began to swim through the water.

Harry looked at Peeves for a moment, unsure. Pulling his hand slowly out of his pocket and staring at the harmless gold galleon, Harry tossed it into the water.

'Tsk, so expected that!' Peeves said, his tone showing how unimpressed he was as he looked into the water and then called out 'Bye Potty Mouth!' as he disappeared through the blank wall back to the castle hall.

Harry frowned and bent over to see what Peeves had been bored about. He had only chucked in a coin, hadn't he said to? Now though, looking into the clear, empty water was a white lily, lying on the bottom of the moat.

Harry's eyes widened for a second before a delicate smile formed on his lips. He hadn't expected his coin to turn into a flower, though a lily was sort of expected. No wonder Peeves had been uninterested.

Harry stared at the flower, watching as smooth ripples fell across it and gently moved it.

Finally ready to leave Harry walked back towards the wall he had originally come through, but was stumped because he didn't know how to get out. Damn Peeves, he hadn't told him. Probably did it on purpose though, wanting to get a laugh out of something.

Sighing and saying "Fred Weasley" again, Harry waited for the door to reappear. But it didn't. Harry frowned in frustration and said "Remus Lupin".

Still no sign. Growling in irritation, Harry sat cross legged down on the stoned floor, facing the wall, his hand balled up against his cheek. Staring intently at it like with enough brain power it would just magically open for him, he sat there for minutes on end.

Hermione and Ron should have at least been worried about him; he hadn't showed up to their first class of the day. He had said he wouldn't take long. That was a lie.

Whilst in his boredom of being locked in the room for hours on end, Harry resorted to catching up with the homework in his bag, going through his Charms and Potions.

Harry's stomach growled with hunger; he had missed lunch and was going to, at this rate, miss dinner as well.

Feeling bored he began to talk to himself, which he felt like a complete fool for doing when he thought back on it later on. "Hey Harry, how are you going?"

"Great. I'm trapped in a room without a door and I don't know how to get out. What about you?"

"Terrific. I'm starving because I'm too trapped in a room without a door and have no means of escape."

After going around the room numerous times, reading the names of all who had died for a better world (and unfortunately for him as well) he sat back down and rested against his bag, facing the big empty wall with his name in the corner.

Sighing and closing his eyes Harry mumbled to himself 'At least I can rest in peace.'

There was a quiet groan and Harry's eyes snapped open. The door had appeared again.

Its golden doors were open and Harry could see the hall on the other side of them.

Swiftly swiping his bag up and hanging it over his shoulder, Harry walked out of the doors, eager to leave and eat something. Looking back over his shoulder as he exited the room, the doors shut silently behind him, leaving the impression that nothing had been there at all.

Taking note of a painting of a blue person riding a zebra, Harry went at a sprint towards Gryffindor Common Room. He had already missed dinner and was running on his reserved energy.

'Giant Squid.' Harry called as he came closer to the Fat Lady's portrait. She looked stunned to see him running towards her but opened up anyway, letting him run inside and crash into Ron.

'Ow.' Ron complained, rubbing his nose which was slowly turning a shade red. 'Harry!' He exclaimed. 'Where have you been mate? We looked everywhere –'

'Where's Hermione?' Harry huffed, getting back up and giving Ron a hand.

'She's um,' He turned scarlet, the red seeping from his nose to cover the rest of his face, he coughed, clearing his throat, 'she's in her room.'

Harry looked at Ron raising an incredulous eyebrow. 'She isn't is she?'

'Ye-no.' Ron said under Harry's stare.

'Where is she then?'

'Our –'

'Harry!' Hermione cried, jumping down the last few steps leading to the boy's dorms and running over to Harry, choking him in a tight hug. She stepped back, giving him some room to breathe, 'Where have you been all day!' she scolded, slapping him on the chest. It was clear that she had been worried because her eyes were becoming watery.

'In the room Peeves wanted to show us.' He panted, catching his breath from Hermione's tight hug.

'There really is a room?' Ron asked.

'But what took you so long?' Hermione demanded.

'Well he showed me how to get in, but now how to get out, and he had already left by then.'

'What's so hard about going through a door?' Ron asked sceptical.

'Nothing! But that's only if the door is there.' Harry replied.

'What so the door disappears?' Ron said.

Harry groaned, 'Yes, Merlin! How about you just come and see it for yourselves.' He tugged on Hermione's sleeve but she pulled back.

'Just wait! You must be starving!' She said, rushing over to a table and picking up some sandwiches.

'Thanks.' Harry threw his bag on a chair in the room and accepted the sandwiches, stuffing them in his mouth as he rushed back out of the portrait and back down the Grand Staircase, Ron and Hermione following

'Mate, how bloody long does it take to get there?' Ron complained, slowing down to a walk.

'Peeves only showed me the long way.'

Ron's face contorted into a face of disgust.

'His kind of joke.' Harry said shrugging his shoulders.

'Well how much farther?' Hermione said, annoyance written on her face.

'Just a bit – aha!' Harry said, pointing to the portrait of the blue person riding the zebra over a fence. 'Just around here.' He pointed to the blank wall.

'What do you do now?' Ron asked staring at the wall like it was the stupidest thing.

'Fred Weasley.' Harry said smirking as Hermione's and Ron's faces froze as the golden door appeared, Harry repeated Fred's name once again and the door opened up in front of them.

'Merlin's Pants.' Ron gasped.

Hermione didn't even slap Ron for his foul language for she too was gawking at the big doors.

Harry walked in and Ron and Hermione both mentally shook themselves, following behind.

'What is this place?' Hermione asked.

'It's a memorial.' Harry replied honestly.

The soft groan of the door disappearing left Hermione and Ron rooted to the spot. There was no way out now.

Hermione gasped as she noticed the silver writing write Ronald Weasley under Harry Potter.

'Cool.' Ron said looking at the same thing Hermione and Harry were.

Under Ron's name it then began to write Hermione Granger.

Harry, seeing this before, walked over to the saucer and stared at his single lily floating under the water.

Hermione and Ron got over the shock of the writing appearing out of nowhere and began to read the names on the walls. Hermione softly traced her fingers over the names she knew, holding back tears that were going to escape without her permission.

Ron walked over to Harry and stood behind him. 'The lily yours?'

Harry nodded.

'Where'd you get it?'

Harry dug into his pocket and pulled out another gold galleon, placing it into Ron's hand.

'Harry, I've said it before, I don't want your m –'

'Throw it into the water.' Harry said monotonously.

Ron raised an eyebrow but gently let the coin slip from his hand and into the water. From the second the coin hit the water and the ripples obscured it, it turned into a pure white rose and sunk to the bottom of the moat.

Ron's eyes resembled those of bugs, his jaw fell open.

Hermione finally joined them, her eyes were all watery. She took one look at the flowers in the bottom of the moat and her eyebrows furrowed, she wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand; that hand Harry grasped and placed another gold coin in.

Harry silently nodded his head towards the moat and stared at his lily.

Hermione dropped the gold coin into the water and it too, the second it hit the water's surface, turned into a beautiful, silky, pink tulip.

Hermione gasped and then whispered 'Beautiful.' Before the tears overwhelmed her and she couldn't say anything more. She soaked Ron's t-shirt as she cried on his shoulder, him patting her on the shoulder hesitantly, not expecting her to break down right there.

He looked over at Harry and mouthed "help".

Harry smiled slightly before patting Hermione on the shoulder and walking back over to the big blank wall they had come through.

Harry knew that to get out the words weren't "At least I can rest in peace." But actually "rest in peace." It only made sense considering it was a memorial after all, and that they told you in the gold writing behind the flame.

'Rest in peace.' Harry mused, watching the golden door appear again and open up.

Ron looked tentatively at Hermione who was beginning to pull herself back together again and was wiping the last remaining tears from her eyes. He ushered her forward and they left through the big doors, the doors shutting themselves behind them and disappearing again.

'If I knew you were going to break down I wouldn't have brought you.' Harry teased, sparing Hermione a glance as they walked back towards Gryffindor tower.

Hermione slapped Harry on the arm real hard before crossing her arms defensively across her chest. 'I bet I won't be the only one to cry.'

'That's if anyone else finds out about it.' Harry said.

'Rarely anyone goes down that corridor, so it's not likely anyone will.' Ron stated.

They had reached the Gryffindor tower and Ron and Hermione both collapsed onto the couch, Ron sighing heavily and closing his eyes, Hermione pulling a book out and beginning to read it.

Nothing really had changed much since their last years. They still slugged along to their classes, they still complained about homework and they still joked around. Though they didn't get into as much trouble as they usually did; trying to stop Voldemort's plans.

..

Harry was in bed and he could hear the loud breathing of Ron from the other side of the room. It was close to midnight and Harry couldn't get to sleep; his stomach kept on rumbling. He had missed out on lunch and a proper dinner and it was finally coming back to him.

Sliding out of bed and silently opening his trunk, he grabbed his invisibility cloak and crept down the stairs. Avoiding being seen Harry made his way towards the kitchen, tickling the pear and opening it up.

Harry took off his cloak and smiled at the food that was on a table. Tapping a house elf on the shoulder he pointed towards the food, 'Can I have some of those?'

The house elf let out a sort of gasp then recovered herself, 'Y-yes, Mr. Potter, a-any food that p-pleases you, you can take.' She bowed then walked away.

'Gribble!'

'Yes Miss Weasley?' the house elf hurried away.

Miss Weasley? Ginny.

Harry picked up a bundle of grapes and followed Gribble around a big preparation table, picking them off and eating them as he spotted Ginny.

'Ginny.' Harry said once he swallowed a grape.

'Harry?' she said shocked, 'what are you doing down here?'

Harry held up his grapes. 'It's a kitchen, what else?'

Ginny smiled and patted the spare space on the table she was sitting on. Harry took her offer and sat down on the table.

'Why weren't you in any of your classes today?' she paused, 'I- I got worried.'

Harry grabbed her hand and jumped off the table, 'Well if you're finished eating, I could show you why.' Harry had been planning on staying in the kitchen for a while, filling himself up with food, but Harry had the urge to show Ginny the Memorial Room.

Ginny's face lit up, she grabbed a green apple and jumped off the table, Harry pulling the cloak over their heads at the door.

'How did you get into the kitchen without being noticed anyway?' Harry asked curiously.

'I have my ways.' She grinned.

'No hints?'

'Nope.' She replied, popping the 'P'.

Harry chuckled and gave her hand a small squeeze.

'You do realise how much trouble you're going to get tomorrow in class for not showing up today?' Ginny stated after a couple of minutes of silence and the opening of the third floor door.

'Any one asks, it was "Official Quidditch business and I can't hand out that type of information".'

'Cheeky git.'

'And that's why you love me so much.' Harry boasted.

'Yes it is.' She smiled, 'but I wouldn't go so far as to say "love" more like . . . "adore".' She teased.

'Love me adore me, I don't care, all I want is you.'

'That sounded very cheesy.'

Harry only responded with a wink.

'Okay, we're nearly there.' Harry had, while he was awake in bed, gotten out the Marauder's Map and had found a shorter route to the Memorial Room.

'Oh wonderful. I do hope it's not a broom closet where you're going to snog me all night.'

Harry averted his eyes playfully, 'No. Never.'

She smacked his arm under the cloak then kissed his cheek. 'That's all you get.'

Harry pouted.

'Don't forget though, next fortnight we have our first match and if we win . . .' She smiled.

'Right, gotcha.' Harry nodded his head once. He could wait that long.

Right in front of them was the big blank wall and Ginny looked at Harry questionably. 'You're not telling me you spent all day hitting your head against that?'

Harry rubbed his scar absentmindedly, 'Nah.'

'You tried to climb it?'

'Nope.' Harry popped the 'P' just like Ginny had done moments ago.

'Nymphadora Lupin.' Harry said, pulling the cloak from over their heads.

Another one up! I feel like I'm on a roll. Don't worry, I know I left this at a sort of cliff hanger but I'm already typing the next chapter up *pats self on the back*.

Oh, and while I'm at it, any suggestions on what team Gryffindor should verse?

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