Chapter 1
Chapter 1
(After Harry finds out about the prophecy and completely trashes the Headmasters office)
Dumbledore had let Harry go eventually. Ron and Hermione are waiting for his below the Gargoyle statue. But Harry pays them no heed. He has only one goal in mind.
He speeds up a little, desperate. By the time he reached his dorm room, its been almost 3 hours. 3 hours since his godfather's death. Is it too late?
He goes to the mirror in the room and places his right hand on it. "Harry Potter.", he says. Nothing happens. "This is Harry Potter. Please ...I need your help. You can't abandon me now."
He hears someone clear their throat behind him and turns. How had he not noticed Ron and Hermione following him? Is that why she wasn't responding? No, he knew what the problem was. He quickly started going through his trunk, completely ignoring the worried looks his friends were giving him. He knew the black box was somewhere in there.
"Er, mate?", Ron said. "What exactly are you looking for?"
Harry could feel their confusion and worry. He knew the nagging would start any moment. He didn't have time for that.
"Harry, are you okay? I know today has been rough. Maybe you should try to get some rest?" Hermione said cautiously.
Harry let out a sigh of relief as he found the black box. He opened it and looked at the leather collar in it. He hadn't worn it in almost a year. He really hoped she cared enough to respond. He wore the clipped the collar on and walked back to the mirror.
"What are you doing? Harry you are creeping us out mate".
Harry gave a sad smile in their direction. "This is the only way." He pressed his hand against the mirror and repeated what he had tried before. "Harry Potter. Please. I need your help."
And then the room turned black.