AN: You'll probably be wondering what the heck I'm talking about a few paragraphs in. It's the Room of Requirement. I have no idea whether it's on 3rd floor or not, but I think it's constantly changing spots so whatever. And Clara's supposed to be a bit... err... shall we say... dumb. :P

Chapter 19: Only Muggleborns

Lily's POV, after Sirius falls asleep and before he wakes up, a.k.a.:

Around 1:30 AM, I woke up from a dream where I was going down to the third floor for one reason or another. Why had I been going there? I tried to remember if I had agreed to meet someone there earlier, but my mind was blank.

I sat up in bed, pondering the realistic dream, when I felt an urge to go down to third floor. Maybe I had agreed to meet someone there, and that was why I had dreamed about it. I slipped on a dressing gown and some slippers and padded down the stairs to the common room.

Once there, I paused. I shouldn't be doing this, I thought; I'm a prefect, I know better than to wander around the corridors after hours. But I swung open the portrait and walked through the portrait hole anyway.

I couldn't explain what made me walk down the halls and staircases, only a strange urge to be on third floor.

Once on third floor, I encountered another girl that I knew from Hufflepuff. I think her name was Clara.

"Were you the one I was supposed to meet?" we both asked simultaneously.

Clara giggled. "Guess not."

Suddenly a head popped out of a doorway. It was a Hufflepuff boy whose name I didn't know.

"Hey Clara! You here too?" the unknown boy inquired.

"Yeah, so's Lily."

He seemed to notice me for the first time. His eyes widened. "Lily Evans is here?" he whispered at Clara.

"Yep," I said, "I'm Lily. What's your name?"

He blushed. "I'm Phillip, but most people call me Phil."

I smiled. "That's a nice name." Phil turned a deeper shade of red.

Clara broke in. "So, Phil, whatcha mean we're 'here too?'"

"Well, I found Jenny and Erik and Chris and a few other people I don't know wandering around down here, and we decided to investigate 'cause there must have been a reason we were all here. And Erik found this room that has stuff that all of us like, and whenever someone new comes in something appears for them. Like, Erik really likes basketball," Clara and I nodded. We knew what basketball was – we were both muggleborn, "And there was a court and ball waiting for him. I got a ping-pong table, but no one would play with me so I went to play with Erik and the ping-pong table disappeared!"

"Wow," said Clara.

"Here, come see!" Phil beckoned us in.

We walked into a large room (about the size of the Great Hall) where about fifty people were engaged in various activities.

I glanced around and saw multiple people watching a basketball game, as well as football and tennis. One girl was baking who-knows-what, and another girl was asleep.

AN: What I mean by football is soccer. They call it that in Europe.

"Hey, look! Those bookshelves are new!" Phil pointed out tall bookshelves that had emerged from one of the walls.

I rushed up to them and grabbed a book. "Ooh! I've been meaning to read this!"

As I glanced around, looking for a place to sit, a couch appeared out of nowhere and there was a side table with a lamp. I grinned and went to sit on the couch. Clara joined me soon after with her own book.

We read for a while until I started to think that something was wrong. Why would we all have gotten an urge to come to third floor?

I had an idea. "Hey, Clara?"

She looked up from her book. "Yeah?"

"Is Phil a muggleborn?"

"Yeah, why?" Clara was clearly confused.

"And are the friends he mentioned, Jenny and Erik and whoever, are they muggleborn?"

"Yeah…"

"Do you know anyone else here?"

"Uh-huh, I know lots o' other people here! There's Ruby, and Mike, and Thomas, and Regina, and Libby, and Alexander, 'cept we call him 'Xander, and-"

"Are they all muggleborn too?" I asked hurriedly. I hoped that my hunch was wrong, but it seemed like I would be right.

"Yep! What's wrong with that? You're muggleborn, aren'tcha?"

"There's no problem, Clara, it's just that don't you think that it's a bit weird that we all felt a need to come here, and that we're all muggleborn?"

"Not really, why?"

At that moment, we heard the door slam and everything disappeared. We all looked up in surprise at a tall, cloaked figure that had entered the room. They locked the door, and then turned to face us.

"Well, well, well," said a menacing voice from underneath the hood of the cloak, "It looks like you're all here…"

AN: -cue dramatic music- heh. Review time! :)