Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I just like to rearrange the story to my liking.
SPOV- normal
HPOV- italicized
S I walked up to the Room of Requirements, my robes billowing out behind me as I went, making me feel powerful and important. As I stood in front of the door, I wished for a place I had wished for many times before. I need...
H … Somewhere I can hide something so that I will never find it again. In front of me, a large gilded door appeared in the wall. I turned the brass door knob and gently pushed on the door. It did not open all the way because there were things obstructing it. I slipped through the crack grabbing my school robes so that they would not get caught. The room was...
S… Filled with junk. Everything one could ever think of filled the shelves that lined the room, and then there were also piles and piles of furniture, books, letters, jewelry, and goodness-knows what else. This was just what I needed. Somewhere I could lose the letter. People had obviously been up here before, but nobody in their right mind would try to clean or organize this chaos. I could also see another door on the other side of the room but...
H … Looking at all the junk that blocked my way, I had no intention of risking both life and limb to further investigate. I carefully reached into the inside pocket of my school robes and retrieved the letter. I gazed at it for a moment, wondering of there was anything else I could do. No...
S… There was not. Nothing else. This was it. I had to lose it. I had to pray that it worked. I took a careful step back so that I would not trip on my voluminous black robes...
H … Or crush anything else under my step...
S… And I threw with all my might...
H … If I threw it, then there would be less of a chance...
S … Of me going to find it later, wondering how stupid I was.
H … Even I would not know where it was after this.
S … I watched the neatly folded envelope fly across the room.
H … The sound it made hitting the far side of the pile of rubbish was very comforting.
S … Nobody would ever find it now.
H … Seconds before I turned to leave, something else came flying back at me...
S … Landing neatly in front of my feet.
H … It was a small neatly folded envelope of high quality stationary...
S … Much like the one I had thrown across the room only moments ago.
H … However, it lacked the address I had placed on the front.
S … Instead, in neatly written letters...
H … Was my name.