Coup de Foudre [Fred Weasley] [1]

⚡️ Chapter 13 ⚡️

"Are you going to sleep?" Vega asked Ron, who had gotten up from the armchair and was stretching his long limbs. His older brothers had already left for their own dormitories, and it seemed like Ron, who was full of turkey and cake, was thinking of doing the same.

"Yeah," Ron replied, breaking off into another large yawn. Vega chuckled and looked down at the book in her lap, trying to look for Nicholas Flamel. "You coming, Harry?"

"I'm coming," Harry said, pushing himself up from the armchair and gathering his things. "Good night, Vega, see you in the morning," Vega waved her goodbyes to the two of them.

At the end, Vega found herself alone in the Gryffindor Common Room, reading up as many books as she could to look for Nicholas Flamel. She could still not find him anywhere in the greatest wizards, or even witches, of the recent years. Or as long as Dumbledore had been alive, too.

It didn't take long for Harry to make his appearance downstairs again, much to Vega's surprise.

"Hey, Vega, you're still up?" Harry asked and Vega immediately caught that he sounded troubled for some reason. She looked over at him.

"Just looking for Mr Flamel somewhere," Vega said as Harry sat down in the armchair that he had previously occupied. "Couldn't sleep?" Harry nodded. "Galleon for your thought?"

"It's this," Harry said as he held up the Invisibility Cloak. Vega stared at it and then remembered the note that was attached to it. "I was thinking of checking out the restricted section. Do you want to come along?"

"Do you think we will fit under there?" Vega asked as she stood up, interested in the prospect. Harry shrugged and threw the Cloak over them, revealing it to be rather spacious. "Come on, let's go,"

"Who's there?" squawked the Fat Lady as Vega and Harry climbed through the portrait and out into the castle. Neither of them responded to her confusion.

The two of them walked quickly down the corridor and down the staircase which would lead them down to the third floor where the entrance to the library happened to be. Both of them held tightly onto the Cloak, not wanting it to slip off and expose them to Filch or Snape.

"Alohomora," Vega whispered, pushing open the library with a tap of her wand and the two of them crept inside the pitch black and eerie library – even the dust was magical in here. "Lumos,"

Vega held her wand in front of them as they made their way along the rows of books. It looked as if there was a small ball of light was floating along in mid-air, and even though they could see Vega's arm supporting it, the sight was rather creepy.

The Restricted Section was right at the back of the library. Stepping carefully over the rope which separated these books from the rest of the library, Vega held up her wand to read the titles. It didn't take Vega to realise that there were books in several languages, some she knew, some she didn't.

"I can only understand English and French," Vega whispered as she picked through the books. "There are some here in other British languages... and a few of them are in Magical languages,"

"There are magical languages?" Harry whispered back at her. "Like, goblins?" Vega nodded in response as she pulled out a book. "Is that blood? Don't sniff it, Vega!"

"Quiet, I don't want to Filch to find us," Vega reprimanded him. "These books are so old... you can feel and hear the magic," She looked at him. "Right?"

Harry quietened himself down and tried to really listen to their surroundings. He could distantly hear a faint whispering was coming from the books, as though they knew someone was there who shouldn't be. He wondered if they were just imagining it.