Overhead.
October 31st was fast approaching and Harry couldn’t shake the doom in his body. As if to match his mood the weather was just as dreary. Three years had passed, yet he still felt that battle as if it were yesterday, as if it were to happen again tomorrow. Halloween was a festival for all, yet it was coated with misery with each passing year for him. Nothing could distract him, to ease the emptiness that plagued his insides. So instead he walked, wherever he could. Tonight it was through the streets of Diagon Alley, he couldn’t go home. It was too lonely there, even with Ron and Hermione in the room next to his. Maybe it was lonely because of them.
An owl circled overhead and Harry paused, realizing just how fast he had been walking through the streets. It cooed again before circling down, dropping by his feet and holding out it’s leg. A small yellowed parchment was tied delicately. Instinctively Harry pulled it off, eyes sweeping over the elegant handwriting.
I’ve heard the whispers. You are not safe. Don’t go alone.
-DM
“Incendio” He whispered, watching the ash of the paper disappear into the wind. He’d head there tomorrow, note be damned.