Harry wasn't even ashamed to say he ran away at that statement. And he was sure that behind him those minions of his were totally unconcerned. He was hoping for some peace and quiet, so hiding out in an abandoned hidden passage seemed like the way to go. And just like usual, all his hopes were dashed not two minutes into his hiding, when Ron and Hermione conveniently chose that passage to go through. Why was the world against him?

"Harry, mate!" Ron exclaimed and Harry covered his ears. He was not dealing with this now! Absolutely not, he refused. Ron didn't seem to get the message if his continued speaking was any clue. "Where have you been? We've been searching for you for hours now!"

He even sounded a little concerned at that. Who would have thought Ron Weasley, with the 'emotional range of a teaspoon' would be concerned? Despite Ron's concerns however, Harry was aiming for peace and quiet. Ron and Hermione? Not peace and quiet.

"Ron, look at him. We should give him some space," Hermione said, and tugged on the red-head's arm. Harry nodded forcefully. The faster they went away, the better for him.

"No way, Hermione. We should stay with him, or we'll never find him again!"

And there went any hope of peace and quiet for him. The two started bickering, volume rising as they focused completely on their point of view and whatnot. Harry took the opportunity to put on his Invisibility cloak and silently exited the hidden passage.

Under the safety of the cloak, Harry roamed around the castle at a loss for what to do. That spell caused him more problems than it solved. He should really go to the library and research the disaster he had gotten himself Into, but what if he just forgot to read something and then made the entire situation worse?

"Oh yeah, that is a very valid concern," Elvis said, leaning against the wall in front of him and Harry jumped out of his skin in fright. If anyone ever asked, he didn't shriek loudly. At all.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked, scowling suspiciously at the guy. He had never heard of him before and didn't know anything about him. In fact, he didn't even know If the guy was a wizard!

"I am not a wizard!" Elvis said looking completely affronted. "What a horrid thing to be!"

Harry had the feeling Elvis was talking about someone entirely different and unrelated to normal wizards, but he was offended by the statement, nonetheless.

"That's rude, all things considered," Harry stated, mildly. He wasn't up to being rude right now, besides the fact that he wanted silence and escape from certain people. He pointedly aimed the thought at Elvis, who didn't even flinch. The guy looked unconcerned.

"Perhaps it was, or maybe it wasn't." Elvis stared off distantly. Then, he seemed to come back to himself. "So, what are you researching?"

"Is the poor boy researching something?" Regulus Black asked, striding past him and heading in the direction of the library. Harry had the urge to retort, saying that he wasn't a poor boy, but he had barely opened his mouth and someone else spoke.

"I heard he's pretty rich," Malfoy said, patting Harry's head like he was some kind of pet. "Lots of money in that Gringotts vault of his."

"How interesting," Lestrange said, brow furrowed in thought. Harry knew he was going to absolutely regret his spell. "You think we can break in and steal some of that stuff?"

"Are we breaking into Gringotts?" Harry was sure it was Fred who spoke.

"The challenges you provide us with, Lestrange," George said, a mischievous grin lighting up his face.

"Alright, no!" Harry Interrupted before this could get too out of hand. "None of you are breaking into Gringotts! Nuh-uh, nope! I disagree."

"Bill, tell Harry we should break into Gringotts," Lestrange said, a beaming grin on his face. Beside him, Black and Malfoy looked as innocent as angels. Harry didn't believe them for a second.

"You lot are not breaking into Gringotts! No way!" He stated again, aghast at their ideas. Why was he the one with common sense here? He hated having common sense. Well, no, he didn't, but… Merlin, he wanted to strangle them. Why were they making him question his identity?

"You should let go of it then, just to see what happens," Elvis whispered in his ears, and he jumped out of his skin.

"Stop trying to kill me!" He shrieked loudly, glaring at all of them. At this point, he was regretting all his life decisions. "And don't do anything against the law!"

They nodded solemnly and Harry sighed. Thank Merlin and all the gods they listened. He walked to the library, his troupe of merry weirdos following him. For once in his life, everything was calm and nice.

Shattering his dream, a voice piped up, "Dumping Umbridge in the Forbidden Forest isn't actually against the law, you know?"