Chapter 4
Many days had passed, and Harry still couldn't find a way to open the golden egg, so he decided to ask Dunamis about it He aproached with uncertain, nervous to find his questions to be dismissed as something not important, his steps were quiet, even when the forest itself was not a peaceful place
. "Dunamis?" "Are you here?" Harry quit walking and started to look around.
"Dunamis?!"
"Dunamis!
He called for him, yet, surprisingly.
Dunamis didn't answer.
As Harry begun to give up, he felt something against his shoulder, and as he looked behind. He found Dumanis, resting his head against him.
"Well, hello there Harry"
Dunamis felt weird that day, his soft hands didn't felt comfortable. They felt dangerous. They felt...Possessive.
"How have you been? Do you need anything ?"
And it was pretty clear to Harry. That offer was true. Which meant it was pure danger.
But again. Who had told Harry to stay away from any danger?
Someone had, 13 years ago, too early to be remembered
"I do need something" his voice trembled a little bit, his hands sweaty
. "Could you please tell me.. Do you know anything about a golden egg that just let's out horrible screams?"
Dunami seemed thoughtful for some seconds, before he finally answered.
"Is this part of the triwizard tournament?"
He didn't seemed like he wanted an answer. Just like he wanted to confirm a theory
. Harry couldn't help but wonder if that was the case, after all, Dunamis always acted like he was three steps in front of anyone else. But to be fair---With how genius and perfect Dumanis was, Harry could understand his arrogance perfectly.
(That was Harry's first mistake,
understand the devil.)