I had a bad feeling in my gut. The events of today had been odd but this was the same feeling I used to feel when something really bad was happening. Why did it feel like things were starting to turn backwards all of a sudden? Ginny and I rounded the corner and her worried voice interrupted my thoughts, “Harry!”

The spells collided in a flash of color between us. I could see fear behind his eyes; he was hiding something. “Just like old times, eh Potter,” he stalled, “You and me pointing our wands at one another. Maybe one day one of us will get up the courage to finish the other off.”

“That day won’t be today,” Ginny spoke angrily.

“Well you’ve managed to piss my wife off,” I shrugged, “So you’re off to a bad start. That cut on your arm is minor compared to the damage she can do when motivated.”

A small white paper fell out and landed on the floor. My brow furrowed. I didn’t remember leaving that in here. I bent down and picked it up. My eyes caught red writing as I brought it closer to my eyes.  A chill went down my spine; the bad kind. It read: You were wrong to try and warn her.