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Harry his hand gently stroke the back of the detailed little box Kreacher had given him with many murmuring. The lock that separated him from the mysteries it contained did not look special at all, but rather ordinary. Yet neither him nor Ron had succeeded to open it. Even a clear and loud ‘Alohamora’ didn’t seem to work. Ron lifted up his hand and rubbed it through his short red hear while he let go of a hopeless sigh. Because it was night Ron hadn’t yet screamed against the little box, otherwise he would have shouted out his lungs as he wasn’t really patient with this kind of stuff. Both boys looked at each other while they heard footsteps approach, slow and almost soundless. They held their breath like they were about to get caught by Molly Weasley with a lecture as result. Both produced a sigh of relief when they saw the robust brown curls of Hermione peeking behind the door. ‘Harry? Ron? What are you doing at this time?’ she asked with honest confusion, not knowing what they could be doing at 2 o’clock at night. Her eyes immediately crossed the presence of the little box before she entered the room. ‘Where did you find that?’ her lips whispered while she bended over to the boys who had found new hope in the being of Hermione. Harry ignored her question and directly tested her knowledge about the curious thing. ‘What is it?’ was his first question, not even understanding its function. Ron stared at Hermione with disbelief, a little surprised that she even knew something about this rare box. Neither of the boys had ever seen such an ordinary looking but rather complicated thing. ‘It’s a memory box. I have read of these things. Hard to find.’ Hermione looked with suspicion to her black haired friend, wondering where he got this and what his plans were. Ron grinned for a second, expecting Hermione to stumble, not being able to tell what it was really for. As the information in books was limited. She noticed the expression on Ron’s face and did not understand it fully before Harry asked her his second question in row.‘Do you know how to open it?’ His eyes spread, indicating that she had awakened his curiosity. A little smile placed itself on her tiny face as if she was surprised Harry even had to ask. ‘Depends if the owner would let us.’ Her hands glided over the soft fabric that covered the little thing. Harry looked at her with misunderstanding. ‘Would let us?’ Hermione nodded as Harry repeated her exact words, indicating that there was no further information. A frown appeared on Ron’s face when he started to look more carefully at the old box. ‘There are inscriptions.’ He murmured to himself when he noticed little words on the sides. Hermione turned her head right around when she heard Ron’s voice. Stumbled by his perceptive sight, she lifted up the box to check the little inscriptions Ron had discovered. ‘Your right Ronald.’ She spoke with a slightly surprised tone. She laid the box down again on the floor with the words memorized in her head. She took out her wand she always carried around hidden in her night gown and swiftly slid into the lock. ‘Convulsus Monumentum.’ She whispered with her eyes closed, trying to focus on the correct words. Quickly after that they heard the little box unlock. Without any hesitation Harry turned the box to himself and lifted up its cover. ‘Harry.’ Hermione whispered while she laid her hand on his arm. ‘People use these things to lock up bad memories.’ She continued, trying to persuade her friend not to open it. ‘Maybe you don’t want to see this.’. Harry looked at the half open box for a second, doubting if this was what he wanted to know. But then, after that one second, he knew he wanted to know the secrets of Aleidis Blishwick.