Library - Night
Pitch black. A match strikes, floats by itself, in mid-air. It drifts forward, lights a lamp.
Library - Row of Books - Moments Later - Night
The lamp floats eerily among the books, then rises, illuminates a sign: Restricted.
Restricted Room - Library - Night
The lamp floats into the room, the invisibility cloak drops and, bit by bit, Harry appears.
"Flamel. Nicholas Flamel..." Harry mutters as he runs his finger along the spines, stops. He takes a large book from the shelf. Runs his hand over the course leather, then... opens it. It lets a high shriek! Harry slams it shut, but it goes on wailing.
"I hated that book." Remus whispered, glaring at the book as he remembered all the times he thought he was having a heart attack from that book.
Stumbling back, Harry tips the lamp and all goes dark. Footsteps ring out. Frantically, Harry sifts the darkness for the cloak, panicking, when his hands... disappear. Pitching the cloak over himself, he dashes to the door, just as it clangs open - revealing Filch. As Filch's pale, wide eyes stare straight ahead, Harry glides right past him...
"He's so creepy." Jean whispered to her mother.
"I know." Zoe smiled at her daughter.
Library Corridor - Night
... then dashes into the corridor, the book's shrieks echoing behind him, coming face-to-face with: Snape and Quirrell in the midst of a heated conversation.
"Have you found out how to get past that beast of Hagrid's, yet?" Severus asks.
"B-b-but Severus, I..." Quirrell stutters.
"I can't believe you actually think that's the bad guy, Snape." Sirius laughed, Severus growled at him, ready to jump but his goddaughter held her back.
"He's not worth it." She whispered. "They'll see that we're right." She smiled, he smiled back.
"You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrell." Snape threatens.
"I don't know what you..." Quirrell starts but Snape stops him.
"You know perfectly well what I mean. Your little bit of hocus pocus..." Harry walks slowly, carefully around them, trying not to be heard. Snape stops, as if he's felt a small breeze, then... turns... seeing soft feathers of vapour. Snape reaches out to touch... inside the cloak, Harry puts his hand to his mouth, to his breathe... Snape finds nothing in front of him. He turns back to Quirrell. "We'll have another little chat soon, when you've had time to think things over and decide where your loyalties lie."
"That's close Potter." Draco commented.
"It was." Harry nodded. If he wanted to fix things with his sister, then he knew that he would have to fix things with Draco, they're a package deal.
The door behind them slowly opens and closes... quietly... carefully... Filch appears, from around the corridor, walks up to Snape and Quirrell. "Professors... I found this. In the Restriction Section. It's still hot."
"Then they can't be far." Snape says. Snape, Quirrell and Filch exit.
Empty Classroom - Night
Harry drops the cloak, exhales, and absently rubbed his scar, wincing mildly. As his eyes adjust, he sees a magnificent mirror, as high as the ceiling, across the room. On the frame is an inscription: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. He steps in front.
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The Truth | Draco Malfoy
FanfictionIt day began as any other, everyone in the great hall when a group appeared. They were watching movies; people from the past, present and future come together about: Harry Potter and Zoe Potter-Ollivander. Now the lies they told their children will...
