"What was all that about?" Ron mouthed.

"Maybe these." came Amelia's voice. There was a sound of movement and the sound of paper hitting the ground, then a small click before a light shone on the paper.

"You sleep with a Torch under your pillow?" asked Ron.

"I also sleep with a knife." came Amelia's answer in a low whisper.

"Are those more files?" asked Harry, putting on his glasses. Amelia nodded.

"Yeah, and of Black and Lupin."

"They were friends?" Ron almost shouted, but Hermione covered his mouth with her hand, giving him a fierce glare.

"More than that, I would say, if this record is anything to go by," Amelia handed the file around. Hermione's eyes winded, and Ron almost choked on his own spit when he read it. "You're kidding?" Amelia shook her head.

"Well, let me see what you're all gawking about," whispered Harry as Ameia passed him the file. His eyes scanned over it. He almost couldn't believe what he was reading, but there it was written in smudged ink on old parchment.

"You're telling me they got dentation for snogging in a broom closet in sixteen years?" Harry asked, unsure if this was true or if Amelia was pulling his leg. Amelia nodded, taking back the file, and shoving it into her bag.

"Yep. Sounds like Snape thinks Lupin is helping Black in the castle."

"Are you sure?" asked Hermine, keeping her voice low.

"I'm not. They broke up on neutral terms a few months after."

"And how in Merilan's name do you know that one?" asked Ron.

"Becouse there is a piece of paper in here stating that Professor Mcgonagall lost fifteen pounds to Flich on a bet that they would get married. But they broke up at the end of sixth year."

"This is the craziest truth is wired than fiction story I have ever heard," muttered Hermione sleepily, resting her head on her pillow.

"Same, girl. Now I think we all better get to bed before Percy comes and yells at us."