Harry in the chamber

Hermione looked at him sharply. "Don't get out much, do you?" "

Well, all these extra books Snape has piled on..." She waved her hand in the air. "I know, I know. Well Harry," she turned wistful.

"I suppose it's time you got to visit the secret chamber upstairs of the girl's dormitory."

Harry had been wondering about that room for some time now, though he had been to busy to realize it. But now he found himself remembering the strange sounds he had heard from that direction late at

night, rhythmic moans that crescendoed into screams and then sighs, faintly in the distance. Sometimes he heard one or two voices, other nights, especially when the moon was full, he could have sworn the entire girl's dorm was up there giggling and shrieking. Invariably, the morning after, all the girls would be a little extra cheerful. "Follow us, Harry," said Hermione. "We'll need your magic wand for this one."

"Ok, I'll go get it. I left it upstairs..." "Hush," she said. "just follow." And with that, she swiftly turned and walked across the room. Puzzled, he followed Hermione's long, flowing, velvet gray-blue robes, embroidered with silver stars and moons, as they swept up the ancient stones of the castle stairs, to the forbidden silent shadows of the girl's dormitory.

The deeply grained oak door creaked open, and they plunged into the secret night within. The torches had gone out, so darkness was only broken by the pale blue moonlight descending faintly from a high window in the stone alcove above.