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Hermione glanced up at the book. It was levitating mid-air and atop of it a feathering green quill scribbled uncontrollably. 

"Animagi... that one." She raised her finger so that Harry and Ron could see.

"It says here," In her hands lay a fresh note, the handwriting was curved and inked out perfectly, "That there are three books, Animagus, Animagi, and Trixter."

Harry flicked through the book he was holding. It was crafted from pure blue silk and simply read at the top, Trixter.

Ron too held a book, this one was made of a plush yellow velvet material and read, Animagus.

"If you are here Hermione, then it means I could not give these books to you within my lifespan. A simple spell exists to perform this witchcraft of which I assume you have seen miss. Skeeter use countless times. It is a recording spell, perhaps more complicated than that of which miss. Skeeter used but along the same lines. I want you to read these books, preferably Animagus first and then Trixter. It is up to you whether or not you read Animagi as you have seen most that is noted."

Hermione paused before reading, "Yours Truly, Elizabeth Pettigrew/Crookshanks"

Ron passed the book to Hermione before trying to lighten the mood, "Well, at least she left something behind, I've got nothing left of Scabbers..."

"I think she'd be proud of him," Continued Harry, "Peter I mean, if she'd have known that he'd turn out good in the end."

Both he and Ron exchanged glances before realising that Hermione had remained silent. She began to rummage through the rest of Elizabeth's items., "Harry... you don't by any chance still have Sirius' wand do you?"

Harry gazed down at the ground,

"Please Harry."

He quietly opened his trunk and pulled out a fine, black wand.

Hermione examined it in his hand and soon after pulled out a heavy box from the pile.

"James, Lily, Marlene, Sirius, Peter, Elizabeth, Remus, Bellatrix." The box lid swung open revealing six wands.

There were eight slots, the fourth and fifth were empty, and sure enough when Harry fit Sirius' wand into the fourth, it fit perfectly.

The lid swung shut and a  bright light erupted from the cracks of the box. Hermione inched closer reading the inscribed runes.

ᕲᖴᘜᖇᕲᒪᖽᐸᘻᓍᘉᘜ'

~translated it read~

Love is a death circle

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