|Rosemary, Christmas Break
Author: Springrain PM
I'm not sure what part this is, that's why there is that title... Continuation of Harry's cousin's story.Rated: Fiction K - English - Chapters: 3 - Words: 2,800 - Reviews: 15 - Published: 03-31-00 - id: 17174
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A/N: Rosemary is mine. Hogwarts is J.K. Rowlings. Read other parts first.
I peered around a corner. Empty. It was pitch black, being the middle of the night. I carefully stepped down the hall, trying to remember where I had decided to go.
"Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la, hm-hm…" Somebody down the hall whistled.
Shrinking back against the wall, I pulled the invisibility cloak tighter around myself, I never would have dared to go out now without it.
Fred Weasley went by, still whistling.
I walked on, every once in a while pulling out a pieces of parchment to look at it. The Marauder's Map, which showed all of Hogwarts and what went on there. Earlier, I had decided to go to a classroom that didn't seem to have any purpose, and oddly enough didn't have a normal visible door, at least in the daytime. There seemed to be a few of them at Hogwarts, but this one looked like it needed to be explored.
Arriving at the spot, I then looked at the map again. There, a little drawing of me rubbed the wall with her wand, then pushed the wall in. I copied the movements, and when the whole wall collapsed silently, tried not be surprised. I stepped in.
The room was almost empty, except for a chair, which shimmered with some waiting magic. I turned, and pretended to pull the wall back up like my map equal did. Brick by brick jumped into place, amking a little swishing sound that nobody else better have heard.
With a wave and a whisper of "lumos," light filled the room. But nothing else was revealed. I sighed and stamped my foot. What was the point of this room? To protect a chair? I sent a weak secret revealer charm around. It wouldn't tell me what this was for, but if there was anything hidden. The room became so bright I had to close my eyes. Apparently there either was a big secret here, or many little ones.
I look over at the chair. It was just a plain wooden one, but it had to be the key to the now-darkened secrets. That little voice in my head kept saying that "suriousity killed the cat." Ignoring it, I walked over, crossed my fingers, and sat down.
The chair wasn't a chair anymore. Instead, I found myself sitting in a huge beanbag chair, with a scroll in my lap. The scroll was tied with an orange thread, which was untying itself, It disappeared, and the scroll opened.
Cliffhanger now because I am tired of typing and this is a good stopping point, kinda. Half of the next part is already written. Not sure when I can post it.