Always Book 3 (Severus Snape Love Story)

Chapter 14: Severus Snape's death, Maybe. Part 2

Third Person POV:

Harry's scar scorched again: For a moment the Room of Requirement swam before him, and he saw instead the dark earth soaring beneath him and felt the great snake wrapped around his shoulders. Voldemort was flying again, whether to the underground lake or here, to the castle, he did not know; Either way, there was hardly any time left. "He's on the move," he said quietly to Ron ad Hermione. He glanced at Cho and then back at them. "Listen, I know it's not much of a lead, but I'm going to go and look at this statue, at least find out what the diadem looks like. Wait for me here and keep, you know—the other one—safe,"

Cho had got to her feet, but Ginny said rather fiercely, "No, Luna will take Harry, won't you, Luna?"

"Oooh, yes, I'd like to," said Luna happily, and Cho sat down again, looking disappointed.

"How do we get out?" Harry asked Neville.

"Over here." He lead Harry and Luna into a corner, where a small cupboard opened onto a staircase. But before anyone could do anything the wall started to move.

"I thought you said no one could get in here." Harry shouted.

"They can't." Neville defended, "Well except for...."

"Except for me." Everyone shot their heads towards the door and saw Rhiannon standing there, arm bruised and fists bloodied.

"What happened to you?" Ginny inquired.

"You should see the other guy." Rhiannon cracked a smile and entered the ROR. "But no, I got into it with Amycus Carrow."

"Brave." Cho stated with a small smile.

"It comes out somewhere different every day, so they've never been able to find it," Neville said. "Only trouble is, we never know exactly where we're going to end up when we go out. Be careful, Harry, they're always patrolling the corridors at night."

"No problem." said Harry. "See you in a bit." He and Luna hurried up the staircase, which was long, lit by torches, and turned corners in unexpected places. At last they reached what appeared to be solid wall.

"Get under here," Harry told Luna, pulling out the Invisibility Cloak and throwing it over both of them. He gave the wall a little push. It melted away at his touch and they slipped outside: Harry glanced back and saw that it had resealed itself at once. They were standing in a dark corridor: Harry pulled Luna back into the shadows, fumbled in the pouch around his neck, and took out the Marauder's Map. Holding it close to his nose he search, and located his and Luna's dots at last. "We're up on the fifth floor," he whispered, watching Filch moving away from them, a corridor ahead. "Come on, this way." They crept off. Harry had prowled the castle at night many times before, but never has his heart hammered this fast, never had so much depended oh his safe passage through the place. Through squares of moonlight upon the floor, past suits of armor whose helmets creaked at the sound of their soft footsteps, around corners beyond which who knew what lurked, Harry and Luna walked, checking the Marauder's Map whenever light permitted, twice pausing to allow a ghost to pass without drawing attention to themselves. He expected to encounter an obstacle at any moment; his worst fear was Peeves, and he strained his ears with every step to hear the first, telltale signs of the poltergeist's approach.

"This way, Harry," breathed Luna, plucking his sleeve and pulling him toward a spiral staircase. They climbed in tight, dizzying circles; Harry had never been up here before. At last they reached a door. There was no handle and no keyhole: nothing but a plain expanse of aged wood, and a bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle.