Harry had finally been ‘rescued’ from the Dursley’s. After arriving at Grimmauld Place, he had ignored Mrs Weasley’s pleas to go upstairs, and demanded to see Dumbledore. He knew that Dumbledore must be in the house as he heard someone whisper, “He’s just arrived, the meeting’s about to start.” This had to be referring to Dumbledore as who else could it be? After apologising and pushing past Mrs Weasley, Harry had entered the kitchen to find what must have been almost all the order looking at him. Except Dumbledore, who, in fact, seemed to be going out of his way not to look at him! Harry could feel the anger building up in him again, so he took a deep breath to calm himself down and decided to tell people exactly what he thought at a more suitable time. Or, even better, they could read about how he felt in a book.
Feeling slightly nervous, he cleared his throat and said, “I um, had a letter sent to me”, Okay, great start,” but it was uh from the future”. When you put it like that, it did sound slightly unbelievable and stupid. He watched Dumbledore closely though, ignoring all the mutters in the room. The old man’s eyes seemed to twinkle a bit more, but he didn’t say anything and raised an eyebrow as if asking Harry to continue. Wordlessly, Harry handed the letter to him and waited whilst he read it. After he had read it, he studied Harry for a moment (avoiding his eyes of course), then seemed to make up his made. With a nod, he replied, “Very well, I shall collect you and the others after the meeting is complete.” Recognising this as a dismissal, Harry turned and followed Mrs Weasley up the stairs.
“Ah, Harry, there you are! The meeting has just finished, so I suggest that we go to Hogwarts now. I assume that you have filled Mr Weasley and Ms Granger in on what has happened.” Dumbledore had come upstairs and was standing in the doorway on Harry and Ron’s room. Harry nodded in response. “Very well”, Dumbledore replied without eye contact, “If you will follow me, we need to get to an apparition point.” The trio followed Dumbledore along with Moody, Tonks, Sirius, Remus, McGonagall and the whole Weasley family except Arthur who was collecting Percy as he was also absent. Snape was also amongst them.
Half an hour later, the odd group had collected in the main hall. Dumbledore had just returned, bringing along a very confused looking Neville and Luna who had no idea what was going on. Once everyone had gathered, Dumbledore turned to Harry and said,” Now, I believe we require the assistance of Dobby. Am I correct?” Harry gave a curt nod and called out, “Dobby”. With a sharp crack, the house elf appeared in front of him. “What can Dobby do for Master Harry? It has been so long!”, came the high pitched voice of the elf.
Harry grinned at the elf and replied, “It’s good to see you Dobby!” Dobby’s ears fluttered at these words. “I was wondering if you knew anything about the Room of Requirements”, he continued somewhat curiously.
At this, Dobby gave a leap of delight, “Oh, you is meaning the room of come and go, Sir! Yes, it is a room that will appear as you need it!”
Harry felt a jolt of excitement, “That’s great Dobby! Do you think you could possibly show me where it is?” The small nodded furiously before scampering off down the hall leaving everyone else no choice but to follow.
After a while, the group landed on the seventh floor opposite the tapestry of Barnabes the Barmey teaching trolls to do ballet. Harry looked around. There didn’t seem to be any rooms, but Dobby had stopped in front of a blank stretch of wall and had turned to face Harry. “All you is need to be doing Sir, is thinking of the room that you require. Just pace in front of the wall three times.” After an encouraging nod from Hermione, Harry moved in front of the wall and begun to pace, rather nervously with all the eyes on him.
“I need a place that we can read books comfortably”, he thought. “I need a place that we can read books comfortably, I need a place that we can read books comfortably” After the third turn, he hear someone emit a small gasp. His eyes shot open. In front of him, a door had appeared where there defiantly hadn’t been one before. After turning to Dobby and thanking him, who had given a big grin then disappeared with an audible ‘pop’, Harry reached out and opened the door.
The door opened out onto a comfortable room much like the Gryffindor common room. There was a blazing fire, portraits lining the walls, and a variation of sofas and armchairs. A few doors were also visible across the room, Harry assumed that these must lead of too other rooms. Harry turned to Dumbledore as he was usually the one who took charge and knew what to do, but he seemed to be pointedly looking the other way. So, not really knowing what to do, Harry cleared his throat. All eyes instantly swivelled and fixed on him. Once again feeling rather nervous, Harry began, “It says here that I need to read this incantation to get the books, so…”, he trailed off. When no one said anything, Harry took the letter again and was about to begin reading when a voice stopped them. It was Moody. “Hold on a minuet Boy, how to we know that this isn’t a trap”, he growled.
“We don’t”, Harry replied,” But it’s the best we have so we might as well try”. When no one else seemed to be saying anything, Harry began to read the incantation again. “Ostende mihi” There was a small disturbance in the air, then a soft thump. Sure enough, there were now seven books in total sprawled across the floor. Hermione bent down and collected them all up, placing them on the low coffee table in the middle of the room. Everyone took this a cue to sit down, so the odd group started to claim different sofas. In the end Snape ended up sitting next to Remus on one of the sofas which neither looked very happy about. Harry, Ron and Hermione ended up together as well which was slightly tense as Harry had not long ago been shouting at them. There was a long pause which was broken by Snape, who said with a sneer, “Well, are we going to sit here in silence or are we actually going to get this over with and read?”
“Yes, very well Severus”, replied Dumbledore,” Would like to read first?” No one answered. With a small smile he said, “I shall start then”. Harry didn’t know how to feel at the moment. He was rather nervous about people knowing exactly what he thought, but he also knew that the so called lies he had been telling, would be confirmed as true. He was also downright terrified at the thought of the teachers finding out about all his rule breaking. The one thing he hoped the most though, was that the author hadn’t gone into too much detail about his life at the Dursley’s. Before he could have too much time to dwell on theses thoughts however, Dumbledore had begun to read.