Harry woke up the next morning feeling a little better. By mid-morning, Ron and Hermione had managed to get him to smile. After Transfiguration, they had an hour of free time before lunch and Potions. Hermione went off with Ginny and Ron was playing chess with Neville. Harry went up to his dorm to get his potions book. He knelt by his trunk and rummaged around for his book. After a few minutes of rearranging his trunk, he pulled out the tattered book. He was about to put everything back when something caught his eye. It was a package. He pulled it out and looked it over. He tugged at the string and the wrapping fell off. It was book titledWicked Enemies. He opened it up to the first page. A note was taped to the first page.

A bit of harmless fun never hurt anyone.

~Padfoot.

Harry stared at the name. He quickly shoved everything back into his trunk, grabbed his bag, and ran down to the common room. Neville and Ginny, the only ones there, were playing chess.

"Where's Ron and Hermione?" he asked.

"They already left for lunch," said Ginny, taking out Neville's pawn with her rook.

"They should still be there," added Neville, clearing the pieces.

"Thanks," said Harry and he hurried out the door.

Harry moved as quickly as he could to the Great Hall. He stood by the door, catching his breath. He looked down the Gryffindor table and found Ron and Hermione sitting towards the middle. He walked quickly over and sat down next to Ron.

"Guys," he said, "You're not going to believe this."

"What?" said Ron.

Harry pulled out the book and set it on the table. They both stared at it.

"Wicked Enemies?" read Hermione.

"Sounds devious," said Ron.

Harry glanced at them and flipped it open to the first page. They stared at the note in silence. Hermione looked at Harry and Ron picked up the book.

"Where did you find this?" asked Hermione.

"It was in my trunk under my potions book," said Harry.

"It's a spell book," said Ron, flipping through the pages.