A million thoughts were swirling around Daphne's mind as she stared around at the room that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
It was a massive room with a ceiling depicting the starry night sky outside, not any different from what the Great Hall did every night. The beautiful sofa set Harry had somehow conjured remained in the middle and she looked at him. He simply gave her a small smile and asked her to come forward before looking at the others.
Daphne had been to this corner of the castle previously, but she had never seen or heard of such a room existing here. It came as a complete surprise to her, but when she thought about the numerous secrets Hogwarts must have, she had to admit that it was not that surprising that it had a secret room.
She joined Harry, taking the seat closest to his, which happened to be on the far right of the large sofa in the middle. Harry took the one at the right end, and Neville sat opposite him by himself. The rest of the girls joined her, with Susan sitting right beside her, followed by Hannah and Tracey at the very end. All five were looking at Harry with no small amount of surprise and barely hidden anticipation.
Finally, it was Susan who took a bite and asked, "What is this place?"
Harry smiled at the redhead. "Like I said, it's called the Come and Go Room. I found it last year during the Christmas holidays while exploring the castle."
She nodded.
"I see," Daphne intoned. "It's a secret room to relax in that you can access by walking back and forth in front of that wall?"
Harry chuckled. "While it's true that you can access it by walking back and forth, you have to visualize the kind of room you want."
"What do you mean?" She asked with a small frown. Harry explained how the room worked and even what its limits were. They stared in surprise when he summoned a few books they asked for, noting that these were the exact copies of the ones that were in the library. They were even more surprised when he wished for their dinner to be delivered to them in the room and it appeared neatly on the table in the middle. One mental command from Harry enlarged it and just like that, they had their makeshift dining table.
"And you found this room just like that!? Bloody hell, mate," Neville remarked in disbelief. Harry chuckled.
"Believe me, it was only a coincidence that I found that elf here," he replied. They started their dinner and a few minutes went by without any further discussion.
Finally, Susan looked over at him with a frown.
"What was that, Harry? Will you finally tell the truth?" She asked, earning a sigh from the dark-haired boy.
"What is she talking about?" Daphne asked with a frown.
Harry put his fork down and leaned back, staring at them one after the other. However, he was wondering how to start. He needed to find a way to make them understand what the entire matter was, where he was coming from, and why he was the way he was. He did not intend to tell them about what he had done in the orphanage though.
They were done with their dinner in a few more minutes and Harry willed for the room to get rid of the dishes. Once the room was restored to its pre-dinner state, Harry nodded to himself. It was indeed better if he could show them instead.
He willed for the room to provide him with something that could help him show the memories to his friends, much like the pensieve he had seen only some time ago in Flitwick's classroom. A triumphant smile overtook his features when a similar bowl of shiny liquid appeared on the table in front of them.
"A pensieve?" Daphne asked in surprise as everyone else stared at it.
"I take it you are familiar with what it is and what it does?" Harry asked.
Daphne nodded. "Nearly all old houses have one. I'm sure all of us have used it at least once in our lives."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"That takes care of the explanation part then," Harry replied. "But I don't know how to extract the memory I want to show you."
"You place the tip of your wand against your temple, think of the memory you want to show us as clearly as you can, and pull the tip of your wand away. The memory strand will come attached to it," Susan replied. Harry nodded and placed the tip of his wand against his temple, thinking about his first visit to Ollivander's wand shop.
A silvery strand that looked very familiar to what Flitwick had poured in his pensieve from that vial was attached to the tip of his wand when he pulled it away from his temple, and Harry stared at it in fascination.
"You have to drop it inside," Tracey remarked in amusement, and Harry chuckled before doing as he was told. The wisp of his memory vanished inside and Harry looked at them.
"Go on then," he said. One by one, they inserted their fingers inside and Harry followed suit.
They watched as a slightly younger Harry walked inside the shop and looked around.
"Here he comes," Hannah said in amusement as Ollivander appeared behind Harry and snorted when he abruptly turned around. "He does that to almost everyone. I shrieked so loud when he did that to me."
The others chuckled as Harry and Ollivander talked to each other before a serious atmosphere set in when the old wandmaker started explaining why Harry was famous in the Wizarding World.
Even they were surprised to know just how much insight Ollivander had into the character that Voldemort was. They had simply known him as one of the foulest wizards to ever exist.
Harry ignored his friends' solemn looks when Ollivander explained why his parents were targeted and stared at the old man who kept telling him everything he knew.
All his friends were frowning when the man finished, apart from Daphne and Susan. Both girls were looking at him with understanding as if they had finally solved a puzzle.
Suddenly, their surroundings dissolved before they coalesced again, and they saw Harry in different clothes standing in front of the counter once again.
"I combined memories from both my visits into one," Harry replied, earning understanding nods from everyone. They watched on as Ollivander started the process of finding Harry's wand, and none of them was surprised to see that Harry identified with the Aspen wood. However, the fact that another wood chose him was surprising.
"I've never heard of someone whose wand has two woods fused together," Tracey remarked.
"My wand has two cores as well," Harry replied with a chuckle, earning surprised looks. His statement was proven soon enough, and Tracey stared at him with wide eyes.
"Just what kind of wand do you have!?" She exclaimed. Harry chuckled in response and gestured toward the memory.
"You have one wonderful looking wand," Daphne whispered.
"He does," Susan whispered with an absentminded nod.
The two girls were suddenly subjected to surprised stares from everyone, and the possible innuendo dawned on them. They both flushed beautifully.
"I didn't mean it like that!"
Harry snorted but didn't say anything as Hannah and Tracey gave their best friends suggestive smirks who tried and failed to hide their blushes.
They watched as Harry paid for the wand before he turned around, and the mirthful mood vanished when Ollivander started speaking once again.
"Half of your wand consists of the same materials which constituted the wand that gave you that scar. Thirteen inches, Yew, with the feather of a Phoenix as the core. The same phoenix whose only other feather resides in your wand."
Their eyes shot open at that revelation, and they looked toward Harry who continued to stare ahead at his past self who walked out of the wand shop, seething.
Their surroundings dissolved once again and they appeared back in the Come and Go Room. Their minds were reeling from the revelations.
Harry and Voldemort were connected at a much deeper level than any of them had ever thought, and they looked at Harry who was staring at the pensieve with a pensive look.
"You okay?" Daphne asked him softly as she leaned forward. Harry sighed and gave her a small smile.
"I'm fine," he said, smiling at a frowning Susan who gave him a small nod.
"I hope you don't think you are like him, Harry," Neville remarked with a frown, earning a surprised look from his friend. He smiled. "I know you must think you'll become as evil as him one day. Don't. All of us know you could never do anything to harm an innocent."
Wide-eyed, Harry looked around at everyone. All of them were looking at him with understanding eyes with their support shining through. He was feeling overwhelmed and it was taking the full might of his Occlumency to control his emotions.
He had never had a friend in his life. He had learned to live alone. Then these three people came into his life and he somehow let them in. What followed were some of the best times in his otherwise pathetic life from childhood to his teenage years.
Then he was almost killed and had been given a reality check. That did a number on the persona he had created for himself.
A few months later and he had grown even closer to them than ever before. They spent so much quality time together over the summer, and all of it made him feel alive again.
Before they even arrived for the new school year, something else happened. A simple accident, but one which made him feel things he had never felt for someone before. Which made him look at his friend in a way he had never looked at her before.
Barely a few hours later, he found someone in whose eyes he saw a familiar face from the past – a face he had looked into the mirror years ago. A pair of eyes that had seen pain, and he could not help but empathize with those eyes. The offer to be there to listen came out without any deliberate effort on his part, and he found he didn't mind in the slightest. The Harry from only six months ago would have scoffed at that notion, and yet he didn't. Why? He had no idea. It just happened.
Letting the other two in after everything that had happened in the past few months was as simple as waking up. It helped that Tracey's personality fit in perfectly with Hannah's, and in Daphne, he found a kindred spirit, albeit a more outgoing one.
All five of them had made him feel that they deserved his trust, and that was what he had finally decided to do.
Harry finally gave Neville a nod of understanding and pressed his wand against his temple once again, concentrating intently.
He pulled the strand once again and dropped it inside the pensieve. His friends dipped their fingers inside, and he followed suit.
"Is this Christmas last year?" Hannah asked excitedly.
They watched Harry get up before he started to open the presents.
"I hope you've made good use of those books," Susan remarked with a soft smile. Harry nodded.
"That package has no name tag," Hannah said, gesturing toward the final package.
"Whoa, an Invisibility cloak!" Neville exclaimed. "Those things aren't cheap. It belonged to your father though? That's not possible. Invisibility cloaks usually don't last that long."
Susan, Hannah, and Tracey nodded, staring wide-eyed at Harry who was now staring at his floating head in the mirror. Meanwhile, Daphne was looking at the cloak with a peculiar glint in her eyes. Harry noticed her staring at it and frowned.
Their surroundings dissolved and when it coalesced once again, they saw Harry taking his seat at the table in the Great Hall alongside several students and professors, and they could not help but sigh when the twins started on their antics.
"I didn't know your dad was a prankster, Harry," Neville grinned when McGonagall started talking about the Marauders. "Seems you are channeling your inner James Potter sometimes now, hmm?"
Everyone chuckled at that. However, the mood suddenly dampened when they heard Snape's remark.
"I know he doesn't like you, but that's a new low," Tracey muttered with a frown.
"What else do you expect from someone like him?" Susan replied, seething. Meanwhile, Daphne and Harry remained silent, staring stoically at the memory playing out in front of them.
They watched as Harry followed the Weasley twins inside the broom closet before the two redheads revealed something they could never have dreamt of.
"A map of Hogwarts that shows where everyone is!?" Hannah exclaimed in shock as everyone stared at the map. It was truly a marvelous creation, and to think that four Hogwarts students had created it…
"Your father and his friends were remarkable, Harry," Susan could not help but comment, earning herself a small smile from Harry.
No one saw the same peculiar glint in Daphne's eyes though as she stared at the map, at least no one apart from Harry, who sighed and scooted closer to the blonde.
"You can borrow them sometimes if you need to, I won't mind."
Daphne stiffened at Harry's whisper. His hot breath against her skin made her shiver and she quickly took a step to the side.
Turning to look at him, she gave a small smile.
"Thanks," she nodded. Harry smiled and turned around as the memory dissolved once again and they found themselves back in the room.
"That was nice of the twins," Susan commented with a smile.
"I always knew they were people to take inspiration from," Tracey grinned, nudging Hannah's shoulder with her own, who giggled.
"So you have an Invisibility cloak and a map that tells you where everyone is? Must say, it's a brilliant combination to get away from everyone," Neville noted. Harry chuckled.
"How else do you think I violate curfew every once in a while?" He asked rhetorically, and their eyes widened.
"You stay out after curfew?" Susan asked in surprise.
"Don't tell anyone," Harry grinned, making a zipping motion with his fingers over his mouth.
"Does the map show you when you are under that cloak though?" Hannah asked inquisitively as she stared at Harry.
"Yeah," Daphne replied instead, earning surprised looks from everyone. She smiled uncertainly. "It makes sense, doesn't it? Harry's father had that cloak and he was also involved in creating that map. Don't think they would have omitted the cloak from the map's charms."
"Oh yeah, right," Hannah nodded sheepishly. Everyone chuckled, apart from Harry who looked at Daphne out of the corner of his eye.
Something was up with her, but he could not guess what. It was not as if she was intending to betray him or anything. He trusted her not to. However, she seemed to be hiding something. Something was going on in her mind and she was keeping it hidden. A part of him wanted to grill her about it, while he also knew that she would tell if she wanted to.
Sighing, he decided not to force anything out of her. He would talk to her later and if she told him anything, it would be her decision. He would not force her.
"Wait a minute," Hannah exclaimed suddenly. "That's how you found the kitchens, didn't you? The map told you!"
"Guilty as charged," Harry chuckled. "Still, you can't blame me. You live so close to the kitchens, after all."
"Give it a break already, glutton," Susan snarked, earning a poke in the ribs from her blonde friend. Chuckling, Daphne held the yelping redhead by the shoulders.
"Alright, that's enough, you two," the blonde chuckled as she released her hold on Susan who settled herself back and looked at her. She turned and looked at Harry.
"While these are indeed big secrets, I still don't think it's all. You would not have asked for an oath just for this," Daphne remarked, staring at Harry keenly. He nodded.
"You are right. Things will be clear from the next memory onward. I'll let you all see it."
"You're not going to see it with us?" Tracey asked in surprise, and Harry shook his head with a small smile.
"I'm not too proud of what happens in this memory, to be honest. I'd rather not relive it all."
All of them frowned at that as Harry closed his eyes and placed the tip of his wand against his temple once again. This memory strand was considerably longer than the previous ones, and the tense expression on Harry's face didn't reassure them much. Whatever it was, they knew it would be something big.
Harry dropped the memory strand in the pensieve and nodded for them to go ahead. One by one, they inserted their fingers inside and Harry saw their bodies going still.
Left on his own, Harry transfigured his handkerchief into a pair of gloves and took the black book out of the pocket of his school robe, staring at it with utmost seriousness.
At first glance, it had seemed like a regular book when he bent down to pick it up for Ginny. However, it was only a fortunate coincidence that he happened to notice the name inscribed at the back of the book.
TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE
Voldemort's name.
That had been shocking enough for him, but even more troubling was how it affected him. The moment he touched that book, it felt like a thousand pinpricks were opening all over his body, sending searing pain flaring through his entire being. He couldn't help but recoil from that.
What was obvious to him from that small episode was that the book was not a normal one. It was probably charmed or even cursed if it reacted like that, and considering it belonged to none other than Voldemort was enough to make him warier than ever before. There was no telling what it might entail when it came to Voldemort.
The decision to modify Ginny's memory and steal the book was very easy to reach, and he had even looked around to ensure no one was coming. He must have missed something since Susan had seen him stunning Ginny before walking with her behind the alcove. It was a silly misstep on his part, one he would have to make sure he never repeated. He had come off lucky this time. He had no idea what he would have said or done if it had been anyone else, or Merlin forbid, someone like Snape.
Susan's arrival complicated things somewhat. He could easily modify her memories as well to take care of the matter so to speak, or even spin an elaborate falsehood, but he didn't want to. He couldn't even come up with a proper lie when faced with her.
She was one of his closest friends and he never wanted to treat them the way he treated the others. He… cared.
That left him with no option other than to tell her what he had found, but there was no way she would understand how important or potentially dangerous this might be. Thus, he was left with no option other than to tell her about Voldemort's survival, which included revealing just how he knew about it.
However, if he was going to do it, it was better to take care of all the revelations in one go. He had been intending to confide in them for a while now, and now seemed like as good a time as any. The inclusion of Daphne and Tracey also seemed obvious given how good friends they had become within the past month or so. The fact that all of them had agreed to the oath further solidified his belief in them.
Harry looked at the book curiously from every angle. It had black leather binding, with golden decorations on all four outside edges. A single golden line decorated the binding and his fingers traced it.
He placed the book on the table and leaned forward. Opening it, he was surprised to see that it was entirely blank. He leafed through the pages, looking for anything that could be written inside, but he found nothing. Sighing, he left the book on the table and leaned back with a sigh. With his eyes closed and his hands clasped behind his head, he waited for his friends to come back from the memory.
It was only sometime later when they came back to the land of the living, ashen-faced and shaking. Harry asked the room to procure some Calming Draught, and he gestured toward the vials when they appeared on the table. With shivering hands, they all reached forward and grabbed one each, chugging down the contents and looking much better.
"W-what was that!?" Hannah asked in a shocked whisper as she kept staring at the pensieve with apprehension, as if afraid that the specter of Voldemort would emerge from the artifact and cast a point-blank Killing Curse at her.
"That was Voldemort, or at least what he's been reduced to," Harry replied calmly, earning disbelieving looks from them. "You all saw him, didn't you? That was really him."
A terse silence stretched as they tried to assimilate their thoughts, each failing to form a coherent sentence in the aftermath of the revelation. To think that the dark wizard who had been responsible for so much death and destruction was still alive and biding his time…
"How is he alive?" Daphne whispered and looked at him. Harry saw genuine fear in her eyes and he could completely understand it.
"I don't know," he sighed. "I never expected him to still be kicking either. Ollivander did mention that he believed Voldemort was still alive, but to know that it's true…"
There were flinches at the mention of the name once again, and after ignoring it the previous few times, he decided to put an end to it.
"Voldemort," he repeated. "Why do you fear his name? He is not here, is he? What can he do to you if you spoke the name?"
"We've heard stories," Tracey replied softly. "How he placed a taboo on his name and whenever someone spoke it out loud, his Death Eaters would be informed. They would then arrive and kill everyone in sight, no questions asked. Slowly the fear of his name spread throughout the Wizarding World."
Harry nodded.
"I understand, but he is not here anymore. By fearing his name, you are giving him more power. If that's how it is going to be, you might as well prostrate yourself in front of him and beg for his mercy," he spat. "Be brave, you all. Call him Tom if Voldemort's too much for you, and stop flinching at his name, for fuck's sake."
His friends nodded meekly, properly chastised, and Harry breathed deeply. With a nod, he continued, "Alright, so you all saw that he is still alive and that he wanted that stone to return back to power. However, he failed to obtain it. I have no idea how he will, but I'm sure he will return one day."
"And when he does, he will target you," Daphne said hoarsely. Harry nodded, staring at the pensieve.
"He came for me that night," he replied. "Not my parents who had been fighting against him, but me. A one-year-old child. And before you ask, I've got no clue why."
Hannah abruptly shut her mouth and nodded.
"This is why you work so hard," Daphne whispered again, looking him firmly in the eyes. "So that you could get ready to fight him when he comes back. You are preparing for him."
His friends' eyes widened at her words and they turned to stare at him.
Harry smiled softly at Daphne and shook his head.
"I'm doing it all for myself," he replied. "I've been doing it before I even knew that Voldemort was still alive. The possibility that I will have to fight him one day for my life is indeed in the back of my mind, but my primary motivation has always been to improve myself so that I could become the best damn wizard I can. To become strong enough to never feel helpless in front of anyone, Voldemort included. I used to aspire to become the greatest and most powerful wizard there ever was, but after what happened in that chamber, my focus shifted slightly."
His friends nodded in understanding. Harry had conducted himself admirably in that encounter, and although they were scared as well as mad at him for his idiotic decisions, they couldn't help but feel proud of him.
"That should teach you some valuable lessons though," Daphne commented darkly, glaring at the pensieve before turning that glare onto Harry when he chuckled.
"Believe me, I have learned a lot from that encounter," he replied with a soft smile. Daphne simply gave him a curt nod.
Susan could easily sense the blonde's fear and inner turmoil, and she could not help but give her hand a soft squeeze. Surprised, Daphne stiffened for a moment before returning the gesture.
"I can see how this information is top secret," Neville muttered. "And even though a part of me is upset that you never trusted us enough to tell us about it before, I'm glad you finally decided to confide in us."
Harry pursed his lips at Neville's smile and nodded.
"I don't think I would have started thinking this way if not for that beatdown," he replied. "I seriously thought I was going to die, and after that Cruciatus, I wanted him to make it quick."
Their breaths hitched as they recalled the gut-wrenching scream that had torn its way out of Harry's throat and the way his body had curled up into itself. The sight had been so horrific that they couldn't even breathe.
Daphne leaned over and took his hand, giving it a comforting squeeze before pulling away. Harry nodded toward her.
"Who else knows about Quirrell then?" Susan asked curiously. "Dumbledore said he took a sabbatical and quit his post, but we all saw him die."
"If I had to take a guess, I'd say Dumbledore and all heads of houses know that something happened to him. They either believe he ran away or is dead. I didn't bother to think much about it," Harry replied.
"Any idea what that mirror was?" Hannah asked with a grin. "It showed our Harry here looking all hunky with three women all over him? Oh my, spicy."
That took care of the somber atmosphere. Harry chuckled and shrugged.
"I have no clue. Quirrell said he saw himself giving the stone to Voldemort, so I thought it showed you something you wanted. But what I saw didn't make it seem like that. I mean, I surely want to become powerful like that, but I've never thought about women, let alone three," he replied, snorting at the end.
"Mm-hmm, sure you've never thought about girls like that," Hannah teased further.
Inadvertently, the memories of the moment he and Susan had shared on the Knight Bus as well as how much he had been blessed with Daphne's impressiveness the previous night in that broom closet burst to the forefront of his mind, and Harry furiously quashed those thoughts. It was not the time.
"Thought so," Hannah laughed at the look on his face. Meanwhile, the blonde and the redhead between her and Harry stared pointedly at the pensieve, with both having a very good guess as to what he had been thinking.
Clearing his throat, Harry brought their attention back to the matter at hand. He concentrated and picked out another memory, dropping the strand in the pensieve and nodding for them to go ahead.
"This is the last one, and it happened this summer," he replied, inserting his finger alongside his friends. They were soon immersed in the memory.
"That is one miserable house elf," Hannah commented softly as they stared at the elf who was bowing so low his head was touching the floor. However, Daphne's eyes widened when the elf revealed his face and started rambling.
"Why is Malfoy's elf in your home?" She asked in surprise, and it was Harry's turn to look at her with wide eyes.
"That elf belongs to the Malfoys?" He asked instead, earning a nod from the blonde. "We'll talk about it later. For now, just watch this memory."
Daphne nodded and watched as the elf started to warn Harry of some plot that would put Hogwarts in danger.
"So he is the one monitoring your mail," she remarked when the elf admitted it. "He is probably the one who prevented Mum's letter from reaching you."
Harry nodded absently.
"Master? That basically confirms it is Malfoy who will do something terrible at Hogwarts this year," Hannah commented with a frown.
"We already have a Malfoy who does terrible things just by existing. Wasn't one enough?" Tracey snarked, making everyone chuckle. No one liked Draco Malfoy and his obnoxious self.
Their chuckles subsided when Dobby started to hit himself furiously and they couldn't help but feel sorry for the creature.
"Merlin, to live like that…" Susan muttered sadly. She couldn't help but chuckle when Harry used her aunt's name to make the elf go away.
"Let's begin with what we know," Daphne took charge immediately when they returned from their trip down memory lane. "Malfoy's elf came to warn you that terrible things will happen at Hogwarts this year. The elf confirmed that his Master is the one who is plotting it. That much is clear now."
"What terrible things though?" Susan asked the blonde curiously. "It's been over a month since the year began, and nothing's happened."
"Nothing's happened yet," Harry replied and wordlessly pushed the black book forward. Looking at Susan, he said, "That girl, Ginny Weasley, was carrying this book. Don't touch it. It's cursed."
It was too late, and Susan's fingers touched the book before she recoiled back in surprise. Harry's surprised stare turned into a frown when the girl didn't even react.
"Wait a minute, you didn't feel any pain?" He asked curiously. The redhead shook her head. "How is it possible? I touched it and it was so painful."
Daphne tentatively reached forward and touched it softly, before she grabbed the book when nothing happened.
"Yeah, nothing's happening to me either."
Frowning, Harry watched as Neville, Hannah, and Tracey also touched the book without any pain or any other kind of reaction.
"What is this magic?" He wondered out loud. "Nothing happens when you touch it, but I feel this jolt of pain when I do?"
His friends frowned at the statement and stared at the book thoughtfully.
Daphne's mind worked into overdrive, conjuring and discarding ideas at a moment's notice when something made her pause.
"Harry," she began, looking him in the eyes. "You said this book belonged to V…" She took a deep breath and steadied herself. "Voldemort, right?"
With a genuine smile, Harry nodded.
"Yeah, what of it?"
"Well, I was thinking about it, and you said you felt pain in your scar whenever you were near Quirrell last year, right?"
Harry nodded.
"And Quirrell was being possessed by Voldemort."
Harry looked at her with furrowed brows, wondering where she was getting at with this. Daphne sighed.
"What I am saying is… what if Voldemort has some kind of similar influence over this book as well? Some kind of curse, perhaps?"
"Something like that exists?" Harry asked with a frown. The blonde shrugged.
"Who knows? But considering how evil he was, anything is possible, right? You seem to have a peculiar link with Voldemort, and I think your scar is connected to it somehow. No one knows what happened that night when he failed to kill you. Perhaps there is something in it?"
"What are you saying, Daphne?" Susan asked. "That he is somehow possessing this book as well?"
"Yeah, or something similar. And it seems to be only affecting Harry when he touches it."
"Neville!" Hannah suddenly shouted and slapped the book out of his hands. Everyone turned to look at them in surprise.
"Huh? What?" Neville asked, confused, before he looked at the book and his eyes widened.
"You were staring at the book as if it was your long-lost lover," Hannah said in a trembling voice.
Neville looked at her in surprise and shook his head to clear it off. Looking at the book, he muttered, "It has some kind of pull. It was trying to convince me to write in it. That it would solve any problems I might have. This book is dangerous, Harry."
Wide-eyed, everyone stared at the black book on the table in silence.
"Is that so?" Harry asked finally, and the room conjured a quill and an ink bottle for him. He pulled the book in front of him and dipped the quill in ink. "Let's see what it wants then."
TBC.
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