You woke to the smell of parchment and ink, and you sat up quickly, your groggy eyes darting around, only to realize you were at the library.

Your eyes landed on a student - not any student, Potter. He sat quietly on the floor in one of the book isles, cross legged, book on his lap. He seemed to be dozing off.

You couldn’t tell what he was reading about, but you assumed it was a DADA book, considered that was one of the required readings, and Snape had told you to read some pages, as homework.