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417 pages, ebook
First published February 3, 2015
Draco pulled six silver objects from his dragon hide pants. They glowed slightly where they touched each other. "The key still isn't complete."
"Right, yes, I almost forgot about that" – I rifled through my pockets – "Here you go, Draco."
Draco stared at the item in my hand. "You had the final piece."
"The whole time."
He snatched the rest of the key, glowering at the three of us. "Then it wasn't fair at all!"
"Sure it was. You could have learned a lesson about friendship or espionage or possibly seduction."
Ron asked, "Is that why he's not wearing a shirt?"
"But you weren't even in the castle this year," Draco said.
"Yet, when you needed the final piece, I was. Perhaps, I always would have been."
Draco growled at me and, with a burst of light, the pieces united into an ornate, silver key. He stomped towards the door and stuck it into the lock.
The key broke, its pieces disappearing, and the door remained closed.
The blond whirled around, glowering. "It broke."
I hurried forward. "Draco, don't you deserve to get in?"
Draco sneered. "Of course I do. I did all your stupid trials."
"And learned so many lessons," I mused. "If you truly deserve to go in, then why would you need a key?"
"You're kidding me," he said flatly.
I placed a hand on his shoulder. "Draco, open the door."
Young Malfoy turned the knob and the door smoothly opened.
"You see?" I said. "The true key was within you all along. All you had to do was believe in yourself!"
Draco gazed into the Room of Requirement, which was empty save for the pedestal holding Ravenclaw's Diadem. "I spent a year and a half tracking down the key pieces, all for a key that I didn't need."
I chuckled, pushing past him. "Just because the key doesn't open the door doesn't mean you don't need the key."