❝ a darkness that holds me,
and loves when I bleed,
it locks all the doors and then hides all the keys,
wish someone had told me what I couldn't see,
a glimmer of hope that was staring at me ❞
fred weasley x fem!oc
golden trio era
rewr...
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WALKING THROUGH THE already-opened door seemed to be the easiest thing that they all had done that night. They found themselves standing at the very beginning of an aisle way – towering shelves standing intimidatingly above them all. Everything was bleak, the walls and high ceiling matching their black tiles and dousing the place in almost complete darkness. After shutting the door behind them all, Rebecca lit her wand with a lumos like the others. They remained silent as they began walking again, nearly shoulder to shoulder and keeping an eye out midst the bleary darkness.
With the light protruding from their wands, everything seemed to glitter and shine in their sights. They walked the length of the aisle, getting to a great fork in the road that led off into nearly six different directions. The group pulled to a stop once more, each of them glancing to Harry as he eyed each pathway with a certain look upon his face.
"You said it was row ninety-seven." Hermione reminded him in a whisper.
"Yeah." Harry uttered breathlessly, sightly dazed as he looked up and eyed the shelves of dusty nicknacks and shimmering orbs.
"This way then," Ron announced quietly, gesturing up to the little plaque that read '53', "that way goes down in numbers."
Once more, they all crept forward, occasionally glancing back and to either side of themselves in caution as they stepped. They descended further into the darkness as they moved down each row, now only able to see a few feet ahead of themselves. Hermione was the first to come to abrupt stop at the ninety-seventh row, immediately turning to look at Harry expectingly. They now stood at the very end of the row, and nobody was in sight.
"He should be here..." Harry whispered, mostly to himself, panic etched into his features, "anywhere here...really close..."
But there was no one. Nothing. Just another empty space that was filled with dusty silence and the light from the end of their wands.
"I...I don't think Sirius is here." Hermione whispered hesitantly.
There was silence again, and nobody spoke. They only glanced wearily at the two dark-haired teens who looked to be slowly descending into a state of panic. Rebecca felt her legs wobble, ready to give up and give in – her eyes still scanning their surroundings in hopes that they were only a bit off in their direction. That her father would be just around the next bend.
"Harry?" Neville asked tentatively.
"What?" The bespectacled boy snarled lowly.
"It's – just – this thing has your name on it."
Harry rounded the whole group, moving quickly towards Neville who had stood by a high shelf and was gesturing out to a shining blue sphere – very much like the ones Trelawney had used in Divination. Impulsively, he reached out for it, eyes fixed in a sort of trance before Rebecca smacked his hand away with an incredulous look.
