Disclaimer: Characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Joss Whedon and those from Harry Potter belong to JK Rowlings. I’m using them without permission.
The library had become a second home to Harry, a means to escape those kinds of questions. “Are you okay Harry?” “Do you want to talk about it Harry?” “Are you hungry Harry? Sirius wouldn’t want to see you suffering like this.”
Didn’t they understand? Sirius was dead because of him. If he had mentioned the dreams to Dumbledore, maybe Sirius would still be there but no, he had to do things his way. Couldn’t they see, he was the reason Cedric was dead, his parents were dead… Sirius.
The only person he couldn’t escape from was Hermione. She lived in the library as much as him. But after a while, Hermione left him alone. She just offered her assistance when he wanted it. It took some effort for her to get to that stage but she finally realised… way before anyone else did.
There had been a book in the restricted section that Harry could see from the normal stacks. One which he could feel calling to him yet he couldn’t reach it. Not without his invisibility cloak. He had decided though, that he was going to see what it was. Maybe it was something to help him get Sirius back…
After sneaking out, Harry crept towards the library. No one could follow him, he had the Marauder’s map so Ron wouldn’t be able to trace him and he was under his cloak. He could hear someone coming, so he hid up against the wall, making sure he was completely covered. Snape walked past with barely a glance in his direction. Things were working out for him.
He made his way into the library and down to the restricted section. He silently moved passed the chains and over to the book. It was gorgeous; the red leather was embossed with a gold crest. He opened it up and realised the pages were very frail parchment sheets. The lightly written script was hard to read, so Harry read it aloud to make sense of the script.
“In the times of darkness, the Saviour will be sent to the ones who can help him.
She will be one who has survived her own trials and led battles against the forces of darkness
With a flash of golden light Harry Potter vanished from the library. The ancient red leather book he had been reading dropped to the floor with a loud thud. A heady scent of lilies began to waft from the area where the book now lay and Harry once stood.