Riddle Me That

Harry Potter was dead.

The news spread through Hogwarts, and I felt my heart pound at the sound. Harry Potter was dead.

It was over then. Over for all of this. It was time to give up, to surrender, and admit defeat. There was no way we could take on Voldemort by ourselves, we'd already lost Dumbledore and now our last hope had also died. They all thought a little differently. I could see it in there eyes, they wouldn't give up. They wanted to keep fighting. I wasn't as foolish, so I did what any smart witch would. I went up to the seventh floor, and hide for dear life.

I leaned against the wall, behind me the painting of Barnabas the Barmy, and I felt myself shake. It was over. It was all over. When Dumbledore died the school was in an uproar, but with Harry Potter missing seventh year I had hope. He would do something. He was the boy who lived, and now he was dead.

I know was a being coward. I was always a coward. That's why I didn't end up in Gryffindor. Abandoning them all? How disloyal of me, no wonder I was never suited to Hufflepuff, and if I had any sense of cunning or a knack for manipulation, I'd more than likely be on the other side of this wall, fighting on the other side of this war. Not Slytherin enough either.

When the sorting hat fell on my head it immediately shouted Ravenclaw, and I had been ecstatic. It had realized how smart I was, how amazingly brilliant, but that was all it saw. The sorting hat that could see into the very core of my being, only saw intelligence, and nothing else. I guess I understood it. But getting outstanding on all my O.W.L.s? Where did that get me now? I was a good witch, and I could duel no doubt, I should be down there, fighting with the rest of them! Ginny Weasley was there, and she had once attacked herself with a confundus charm by accident, yet she was willing to take on one of the darkest wizards in the history of the wizarding world. For gods sake even Neville Longbottom was down there, and I remained here, away from all the fighting. I wanted to help, I really did.

If only there was something I could do.

I stood up and began pacing beside the painting of Barnabas the Barmy, some bloke who tried to train trolls to dance ballet. It's fairly obvious what ended up happening to him, but at least he wasn't someone who abandoned there friends. I was in the Order of the Phoenix for gods sake! I should be able to do something.

Harry Potter had left school on a mission, to find and destroy all of the Dark Lord's (I was never brave enough to say his real name, go figure) Horcruxes. It wasn't common knowledge, don't get me wrong, but I had a knack for eavesdropping, and Ron Weasley had a tendency of shouting when he got surprised. I'd done my research on Horcruxes, and came out practically empty handed. All I knew was that someone ripped a piece of their soul into an object, and somehow became immortal or something of the sort, and couldn't be killed until all the horcruxes were gone, and the Dark Lord had multiple Horcruxes. Maybe that was why Harry died? Maybe they hadn't gotten all of the Horcruxes! Was that why Harry had lost? Because the Dark Lord was still immortal?

If only there was something I could do to help.

If only there was something I could do to help.

If only there was something I could do to help.

I kept thinking this as I paced the Hallway, desperate to aid them in some way. I wasn't brave enough to enter battle, but maybe there was something else I could do? I glanced up when I saw a door suddenly appeared, and looked around to see if anyone was pulling a prank on me. Then realization donned on me. This must've been the room of requirement! I had read about it in a few books, and it was rumored that it was on the seventh floor, but was this actually it? Maybe this was Hogwarts fighting back. The school wanted something done, and I could do it! I opened the door, and glanced around.

It was composed of nothing but stone walls and stone walls, with one table in the center, balanced on three legs. I wasn't quite sure what this was, and I wasn't quite sure how this was suppose to be helpful. I had been expecting maybe a library with super powerful spells, or a weaponry, or just something more than an empty room and a table.

I approached the table figuring there had to be something more, and I realized that the table had an hour glass on it. Neatly printed, on a plaque by the table read the words "Back To Where It All Began". I wasn't quite sure what that meant, but I noticed a handle protruding from the hour glass, and I began turning it backwards. I stopped, and nothing seemed to happen, and so I moved it as far back as it could go, and when I released it, the hourglass began spinning in a frenzy, turning, and turning, and I felt the room spin around me, and this pressure building in my ears until they popped, and I knew I was standing still, but everything felt like it was moving around me, and then I felt myself grow faint, and then, all of a sudden, I blacked out.

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