A/N: Thank you to Guest for the kind review! And yes, we shall see...

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Chapter 6: A New Discovery

"Is the Tri-Wizard tournament selection today?" Harry inquired, spooning scrambled eggs onto his plate. He wasn't terribly interested in the competition, but he still was rooting for Hogwarts.

"Oh that's right, it should be during lunch." Hermione replied with a large yawn, eyes trained on a book opened in her lap. She had charmed it so that other students just saw it as a normal textbook, but both Harry and herself could see the book's original text.

"Hermione, what time did you fall asleep last night?"

"I don't know. I read a little before I fell asleep, but I didn't check the time."

"A little...? Knowing you, you were probably up for another two, maybe three hours."

"I wasn't-" She interrupted herself with another yawn. "I suppose that could be accurate." She smiled tersely, shutting Playing With Time and setting it face-down on the table. Harry shook his head, chuckling.

"Should we go grab our bags and head to Transfiguration?"

"Yes. Let's go."

"So, did you find anything important in the book?" Harry questioned, walking next to Hermione through an empty hallway.

"Yes, quite a bit actually." They went silent as a few students passed. Harry flinched as he watched one of the students pull something out of their pocket, thinking they were pulling out their wand.

Calm down Harry, he thought to himself, focusing on Hermione's words to distract his mind.

"I think I figured out how I got those visions. Or at least the first one." She continued, voice hushed.

"Really? How?"

"It's a form of mind-magic."

"Like Occlumency?"

"Yes, I suppose it's in that genre. You essentially have to magically project your own hippocampus to a subject's mind; but only the desired sections, otherwise you give someone your whole life story. The process involves a serious amount of skill and concentration, and only a few wizards and witches have been able to do it."

"Wait, what's a hippocampus?"

"It's the part of your brain that controls memories. Anyway, the magic can also be projected onto your past self. It's the hardest version, and I haven't really gotten to the part about how it works. Luckily the book is mainly composed of details on that version."

"So you think your future self showed you her own memories of what happened?"

"Yes."

"But what about the other one you had? The one where that woman was speaking directly to you?"

"I don't know. I'm hoping that I'll find more answers in the book."

Harry nodded, stopping as they arrived in front of the Fat Lady.

"Password?" She asked, flicking a brunette curl from her face.

"Balderdash." He answered, staring at the entrance to the tower with unfocused eyes.

"I hope Cedric wins," Harry commented dryly as they left lunch, heading in the direction of charms class.

Victor Krum was selected from Durmstrang, Cedric Diggory from Hogwarts, and Fleur Delacour was selected as Beauxbatons champion.

"Yeah, me too. I wonder what the challenges are going to be like, considering the participants have to be at least 17." Hermione replied, shouldering through the buzzing crowd of students.

"Yeah, maybe they'll have to wear a suit of shining armor and slay a dragon." He chuckled as Hermione rolled her eyes, unimpressed with his joke.

"We probably should have left earlier," she mumbled, stumbling as someone bumped into her from her right.

"Sorry Mizz, did not mean to bump you," Hermione looked up, finding Victor Krum looking down at her with an odd expression.

"Um, it's alright." She gave him a polite half-smile, continuing down the hallway with Harry. "That was weird. Is he staring at me? I feel like someone is staring at me." She whispered, scooting closer to Harry and avoiding eye contact with the quidditch star.

He turned his head, finding Krum gazing at the back of Hermione's head with a sort of blissful expression. "Yeah," he responded, "He's looking at you funny."

"Oh gosh, did I offend him or something?"

"No...he doesn't look mad." Realization dawned on Harry's features, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Ohh, he has a crush on you."

"What?" Hermione whipped her head to look at Harry, curls flying around her face.

He smiled. "I think he likes you. He's looking at you like how all the boys look at the Beauxbaton girls."

"Harry, he's eighteen! I'm only fifteen!" She hissed, a slight blush rising to her cheeks.

He laughed, nudging her with his elbow as he teased; "Hermione's got a lover..."

"Oh will you shut up!" She exclaimed as she smacked his shoulder with her book, only causing Harry to laugh harder and some students to turn and stare at them quizzically.

"Do you want to go back to the Gryffindor Tower? I want to finish reading Playing with Time, but I don't really like reading it around other people." Hermione inquired, leaving her last class of the day with Harry.

"Sure. Oh, and can you help me with the Potions essay? I don't understand any of the spider-bite reverse stuff."

She smiled, eyes twinkling with laughter. "You mean the antidotes?" Harry nodded, a slightly embarrassed smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Yes, I can help you. But no plagiarizing my work." She replied, playfully poking him with her pointer finger as they turned down a different hallway.

"I wouldn't dream of it." He smirked, poking her back.

Catching something out of the corner of her vision, Hermione turned her face to inspect it. "Do you see that?" She whispered, head tilted and eyes locked on the wall to their right.

Harry's eyebrows knitted together, eyes darting around the room as he searched for signs of danger. "See what?"

"That. Right there." His eyes followed her finger as she pointed at the stones, watching an ebony-colored line swirl across the wall. More lines appeared, twirling and intertwining until they formed a door-like shape. A glittering brown tint spread from the corners, like water freezing over a lake, in addition to a sort of magical feel to the air. A thick iron handle materialized as the door solidified with a soft click. "What on earth...?"

Harry reached out to grasp the handle, pulling the door open.

"Harry, wait-" she exclaimed, gripping her bag nervously.

"Woooah!" He exclaimed with an awestruck smile, slowly stepping into the room.

"What? What is it?" Hermione hesitantly followed Harry into the area and standing behind him, finding a cozy candle-lit room with bookshelves stretching all the way to the ceiling. "Woah..." Her eyes lit up, raking over the thousands books stored tight in the shelves as her mouth hung open, each row labeled according to the literary topics and titles.

A medium sized coffee-brown table sat in the middle of the room, accompanied with two wooden chairs. Intricate designs and carvings trailed down the chair legs, matching the patterns carved into the sides of the table. Stacks of parchment were placed neatly in the middle of the table, alongside two quills and two ink cartridges.

"What is this place?" Harry asked, wonder seeping into his words.

"I have no idea. Hogwarts; A History didn't say anything about a secret room." Hermione grinned, turning her head to look at him. "But I think we found our new study spot."

"I think so too." He grinned back, hanging his bookbag over one of the chairs.

"I'm going to go see if there's any books about mysterious rooms in Hogwarts," Hermione told him, practically skipping off to the bookshelves with a smile she simply couldn't get rid of.

Harry nodded as he spread his homework across the desk, deciding to work on the easiest assignments first.

"Harry, I think I found something!" Hermione exclaimed from the other side of the table, scrambling to show him the book. "Look, this person said that they found a secret room too, and that it changes to accommodate to whatever you need in the moment!"

"And you were talking about wanting somewhere isolated to read earlier, so the room gave you this!" He exclaimed, gesturing to the room.

"Yes!" Hermione tucked a wild curl behind her ear, looking down to read from the page. "She called it the 'Room of Requirement',"

"Oohh, that sounds mysterious."

"Mhm. I want to research it more, but I have to finish figuring out our current situation first."

He frowned, disappointed for his friend. "I'm sorry Hermione."

"Harry," she sighed, shaking her head. "It's not your fault. Don't be sorry."

He shrugged. "I guess. But I'm still sorry this all got dumped on your plate."

"It's fine. I'm glad I get to help you, plus I enjoy researching." She smiled wanly, walking back to her seat to resume her reading in Playing with Time.

Harry sagged into his chair, taking a break from homework to swim in his thoughts.

I feel like something's coming- like there's some sort of danger lurking in the shadows behind every corner we come across.

I hate feeling on edge all the time. Why does any of this have to happen to me?

He looked over at Hermione, finding her still deeply engrossed in the book with her cheek resting against the palm of her hand. Her eyelids fought to stay open as she stifled a yawn, clearly exhausted but refusing to tear her eyes from the literature. He wanted to tell her to take a break, but he knew she wouldn't listen.

Harry smiled gently, watching her slowly flip the page.

At least I have her.

A/N: Sorry, this chapter isn't terribly eventful- it was kind of all over the place. But its leading up to something, I promise!

Also, I would love to hear any advice you guys have! Im only 14, so I appreciate any tips you guys have for growing in writing skills or stuff to add to this plot :D