"What are you doing?" Hermione asked as quietly as she could. "Exploring" he admitted not even trying to pretend being sheepish. "Not without me!" she exclaimed, he grinned as she dashed over and climbed under the cloak, together the left the dorm, it was exciting to know they could go anywhere and no Professor or even Filch would know. "Where should we go?" Harry asked, his heart racing, it was so much more exciting when he knew it was forbidden. "Library" Hermione grinned, under the cloak they could only just make out each other's face, but even with the limited light he could see his sister's expression. "Mione, we have the entire school and you want to go to the library?" Harry groaned. "Restricted Section! We could find those books Father talks about" she whispered explained, seeing the appeal of being able to get into the Restricted Section without being suspected of doing something nefarious, Harry nodded his head in agreement. 　　 The library was pitch-black and extremely eerie. Harry lit the lamp Hermione had actually thought to bring along, as to see his way along the rows of books. The lamp looked as if it was floating along in midair, and even though Harry could feel his arm supporting it, the sight gave him the creeps, which truly meant something considering who his Father was and what he had seen before. The Restricted Section was right at the back of the library, so together they took turns carefully, stepping carefully over the rope that separated these books from the rest of the library, at Hermione's nudge, he held up the lamp higher to read the titles. They didn't tell him much, their peeling, faded gold letters spelled words in languages Harry even with all his training couldn't understand. Some had no title at all, one book had a dark stain on it that looked like blood, it strangely made him think of the old Lestrange and Black libraries. The hairs on the back of Harry's neck prickled, that was unusual, maybe he was imagining it, maybe not, but he thought a faint whispering was coming from the books, as though they knew someone was there who shouldn't be. Maybe it was because he wasn't meant to be here but he felt out of place, unsure, despite knowing there was no way the books here could be worse than his Father's collection. He had to start somewhere, setting the lamp down carefully on the floor, he looked along the bottom shelf for an interesting looking book. A large black and silver volume caught his eye. He pulled it out with difficulty, because it was very heavy, and, balancing it on his knee, with Hermione supporting him, let it fall open. A piercing, bloodcurdling shriek split the silence, the book was screaming at him. Harry snapped it shut, but the shriek went on and on, one high, unbroken, earsplitting note. He stumbled backward, taking Hermione with him, and knocked over the lamp, which went out at once. Panicking, they heard footsteps coming down the corridor outside, stuffing the shrieking book back on the shelf. Hermione grabbed his arm, after making sure the cloak was still covering them she dragged him towards the entrance.