Harry was speechless, his mouth hung open like that of a dead fish as he tried to process the words that had just left their mouths. They were looking at him with eyes full of remorse and regret, like all Harry’s life they had been the ones to cause all the trauma.
 
 
 
 
 

"You sure this is the place lady?" he questioned as he surveyed the building.
"Yes," she said quietly, "This is it."
The cab driver shrugged his shoulders and slowly pulled out of the gutter back onto the street.

An open field played host to the scene, a single rotting oak stump… is where our players meet. Here enters… the hero of our tale, his mighty sword swinging in his hands…. His two trusted sidekicks and friends wait patiently for his instructions, which they …fulfill in a most gallant way.

"You didn’t have to, I can tell though," she dropped her bag and took a few steps towards him. Closing what little space there was between them, " I’m just some vulnerable girl who he's taking advantage of and you’re here being my guardian angel looking out for me, watching over me, making sure I’m all right..."

I despise you Potter, at first I though we could have had a friendship, but now I've come to terms with the face that you and I are possibly the most in-compatible people who ever lived
 
 
 

Remus folded out the note and pressed it flat on the coffee table, in chicken scratch writing was the sentence: 'Pawns to A4, say you're prayers and light a fire. We're going to start a war...'