The Vanishing Cabinet - harry potter oneshot

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Draco was running. running through the halls. his reflection running along beside him in the shiny, newly polished marble floors. he was searching for something searching for it. he had to find it, he just had to, if he didn't find it the consequences would be drastic. he sprinted upstairs and down stairs, along hallways and passages, he turned corners constantly and never looked back. Draco became tired and stopped to rest next to the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. he bent over, put his hands on his knees, and was drawing deep breaths. he started to panic inside his head. what if they used it? what if they used it and it didn't work? if it didn't work he would be severely punished. there was a sudden scraping of stone. Draco lifted his head and looked down both ends of the corridor for the sign of someone but it was deserted (which was not unusual at this time for it was lunch time at Hogwarts). the scraping was still enacting from all around Draco as if it was coming from the walls! the walls... Draco turned his head to look at the wall. but the wall was no longer there. instead there was a great polished oak door, with brass ring handles standing in its place. Draco let out a sigh of relief, and his muscles lost their tension as he pushed open the door to the Room of Requirement.

the Room of Requirement (or, as the elves called it, the come and go room) was exactly what the name suggests. it was an appearing and disappearing room that only appeared to those who needed it most. in Draco's fifth year it was used by harry potter and his friends to practice advanced magic, they called themselves Dumbledore's army (and yet they were lead by potter). but now it was just a hoarding place for objects of all kinds. stacks of chairs, lounges, boxes filled with many treasures, old closets that used to hold bogarts (some still holding them), great crystal chandeliers, and many more weird and wonderful things. but Draco did not marvel at any of it, he did not look in the boxes and pull out beautiful pearl necklaces, pry open closets to see if a bogart may still be lurking in it, or even sit on the lounges soft, fluffy cushions. instead he made a bee-line, straight for a dusty, old spruce wood cabinet. Draco stood in front of this cabinet and grasped one of the cabinets faded gold handles and tugged. the cabinet open to reveal it had nothing inside. Draco reached into his robes and pulled out a very petrified finch that he stole from Professor Mcgonagalls animal transfiguration class. he placed it in on the bottom of the cabinet, where it looked very frightened of draco but too frightened to fly away or do anything. he shut the door on it and it starting twittering madly. Draco closed his eyes and whispered something under his breath (Harmonia Nectere Passus) and screwed his eyes up. there was a whooshing sound and the panicked tweets had stopped and all had gone quiet. he opened the cabinet then opened his eyes. the bird was gone, it had completely vanished. 'so far so good' he thought to himself as he closed the cabinet again. he squeezed his eyes up even tighter this time, and whispered under his breath (the same incantation) again. whoosh. he opened his eyes and slowly opened the door. it opened with a creak this time and there laying on the bottom of the cabinet was a dead finch lying on its side. Draco calmly shut the cabinet door. then kicked the cabinet in rage right in the middle of the double doors (the cabinet just rocked back slightly then landed on its clawed feet). it hadn't worked. the stupid thing hadn't worked. now what was going to happen? would he be killed for not getting it to work again? what would happen to him? Draco's eyes filled slightly with tears at the thought of it. he seised an unsealed cardboard box and threw it across the room. it didn't go very far though. it hit a pillar of clustering stacked chairs and exploded, vomiting its contents all over the area. a small navy, rectangle box flew out and bouncing out along the ground and landed near Draco. its clip opened as it hit the ground letting its jewelry fly out and hit the ground and its case landed right on top of it. the jewelry lay as it sparkled. Draco walked over and picked it up. it was a sort of tiara thing. it was a silver raven spreading its wings, encrusted with diamonds along the it and a big sapphire in the middle, it glittered (<yes that counts) as he turned it over. Draco carelessly placed it back in its navy case and placed it on a stacked pillar of chairs then made his way to the exit. why should he fuss over the tiara. it was just another pointless jewel in this room. nothing more and nothing less