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[Harry Potter]

Harry walked into the dusty room garnished with Red and Gold that had once belonged to his Godfather. He walked automatically over to the wall that contained the permanently stuck pictures of Sirius' school days. Running his fingers over the picture with Sirius and his father, Harry groped around in the pouch around his neck with his other hand, his fingers closing around the letter and the picture of himself on his first broomstick.

Taking the letter out, Harry sat down on the bed, dust flying all around him. He re-read the letter for what seemed like the hundredth time, the old paper becoming even more worn from its constant attention. He let out a small sigh as he finished it, looking at the picture. He didn't know why he was still reading the letter. He already had it memorized.

Then another thought struck Harry. Why were they still here? They had been planning the raid on the ministry for what seemed like weeks now. Their plan was solid, and Harry was sure that it would succeed. So why were they wasting time?

Just as he got into his train of thoughts, it was broken by Hermione's voice, calling his name. When he got up, the sun had barely risen, and Ron and Hermione were fast asleep. He didn't know how much time had passed, but there were rays of sun emmiting from behind the dusty curtains. Harry let out another sigh and called back to Hermione.

"I'm up here!"

He said, not moving from the bed. It she wanted to talk to him, then she would have to come up here. He didn't much feel like moving right now.

[Hermione Granger]

"Harry?" Hermione's voice echoed through the empty halls and must have made its way to the second floor. After all, he had heard her and yelled back to confirm where he was. It was actually a rather loud yell, unsurprisingly, Ron had just scratched his stomach and let out a loud snore before turning around on his other side. With a roll of her eyes at his obnoxious sleeping habits, she decided to not bother getting him up.

Hermione Granger made her way up the many steps to where Harry currently stood. It took her a few moments to finally arrive at the finely crafted door that separated the hall from the room. With a turn of the handle and a push opening the solid barrier, she entered the room. "I wasn't sure where you had gone off to. You know how it is... falling asleep and not finding you there. Well, I got worried." That was Hermione though. Even though she knew they were safe, there was always that possibility that Death Eaters or even Voldemort himself could get in.

She looked around the room with great curiosity. "This was Sirius's room, wasn't it?" Hermione always had a knack for stating the obvious. That must have been the reason she was able to retain so much information: by asking obvious questions to store in her memory bank.