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Harry was left at the church, and though the nuns were strict, they were kind. He never felt afraid during the day. But at night, there was one nun who never seemed to sleep—lingering in the dark corners, watching with empty eyes. She was always there when Harry was alone.[YEAR ONE- 1- 30][YEAR TWO- 38 - 52][YEAR THREE: 60 - ?]
The Waiting Game.
April 20, 2025 at 08:33 AM
He tried to tell himself he was being paranoid.
But as the week drew to a close, strange things started happening again.
Not visions.
Not dreams.
But...signs.
The air in his dorm was always too cold, no matter how high the fire burned.
The corridors he walked at night felt...emptier.
Like something had pulled away, retreated into the dark.
Waiting.
Watching.
The rosary beads, which had been cracked since that night, felt heavier in his pocket.
Once, as he reached into his robes, he swore he felt them pulse—just once. A slow, cold heartbeat against his fingers.
Harry swallowed.
Something was coming.
And whatever it was...
It would not be kind.