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It was a few weeks before the exams that Harry started to panic, sure, he had been studying, but he had also had to deal with Sirius and his escape, then he had found out that it wasn't him that his godfather wanted to kill, but ron's rat. He had spent the better part of that year worrying about his death, and trying to avoid the dementors, so he hadn't really had much time to actually sit down and study, to catch up on his lessons. He was positive that he was going to fail his potions exam, if only because of Snape's hatred for him rather than how bad he actually was at the lesson.
He need a distraction, something to help take his mind off of the tests, and he didn't know what that could be, so, that's how he found himself, pacing around the length of a random corridor after curfew, not caring if he was caught by Filch, at least then he would have a detention to get his mind off of the upcoming tests that Hermione wouldn't stop talking about, it was nerve wracking.
In the previous years, he didn't have as much to worry about, or the exams were cancelled, but in his third year he hadn't gotten a chance to study, unlike the other students, even Ron had spent more time with his nose in a book than Harry had.
He continued in his pacing, his feet lightly grazing against the wooden floor, his shoes barely tapping against it, he had learnt how to move about without detection, to be sneaky, and, although he loathed the Dursleys with a burning passion, he knew that he was thankful for that one fact.
At that moment, he noticed a door standing out from the bare wall he had been mindlessly walking past and, despite the fact that he should know better about mysterious doors appearing out of nowhere, he looked inside.
It was a plain room, with bookshelves and sofas seated about, a reading room that he thought Hermione would like if she were to discover it, it looked peaceful, someplace that would be a safe haven when the chatter in the great hall grew too loud for him, when the whispers and sares directed at Harry grew too much and he found that he would need an escape.
Though Harry had known that he was a wizard for the better part of three years now, he still wasn't used to all the attention he received from being the boy who lived, not to mention the trouble he continually got himself into at school. It was safe to say that he hated it, but there was nothing he could do about it.
He was just about to exit the room once more, deeming it to look boring, when he spotted a book lying cover up on a table in the centre, a book that seemed to call out for him. Once again, it was odd.
That didn’t stop Harry from reaching forward and picking up the book, however. As soon as he read the front cover, he felt a sense of dread overcome him, as he knew that this was his distraction, and he didn't like it. Taped to the blurb of the book was a note.
‘Read with the following members, as to help understand how the past has failed one Harry Potter and how, if things don't change, the future will as well. While the books are being read, a time bubble shall be place upon you all, and when you return to the world with a fresh mind, you shall find that not a second has passed since you began to read.’
Hermione Granger
The weasley's
Sirius Black and Remus Lupin
Professor Snape
Professor Dumbledore
Professor Mcgnonagal
Amelia Bones
Mad Eye Moody
Nymphadora Tonks
Draco malfoy
Narcissa Malfoy
Neville Longbottom
Luna Lovegood’
That was when he noticed the shining gleam of six other books laying on the floor, resting against a chair.
He held back a groan as he sighed, knowing that the next few days, or even weeks, were going to be torture for him.
This was not the sort of distraction he had asked for.
He wanted to leavem to bang his head against a wall, to run out onto the quidditch pitch starkers, anything but having to read about his life (And, okay, maybe the last part of his sentence was an exaggeration, but he still wanted absolutely nothing to do with these books, nor what he assumed would be the reading of them to the people in the room, some of which were complete strangers to him), but, he found that if he even thought about leaving the room, some sort of air force, most likely a stronger type of magic, kept him standing right where he were, not letting him leave, almost as if he were under the Petrificus Totalus curse, and he hated it, though, he knew that he had to comply to the unwriten rules laid out fo thim, for if some entity was able to keep him trapped in the room, they could probably do worse, and he was not going to do anything to purposely anger them, no thank you, that was somebody else's problem.
He had had enough of issues at Hogwarts for one year, he did not want to be the reason why anything else were to happen to him.
So, all Hary found that he could do, was sit down, his head in his hands, hair intertwined around his fingers, and just wait for everybody else to show up, whenever that may be.