Harry sat at breakfast nibbling his toast unconsciously. He had a Transfiguration test this morning.
Hermione nudged Harry.
"What?" Harry asked
"Are you prepared for the test this morning? Harry, that's the fourth time I've asked you!"
"Oh, sorry! … What were you asking?" Harry replied
Hermione threw him an exasperated look before collecting her things and exiting the great hall. Harry went back to his toast.
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About ten minutes after Hermione had left, the post came. Harry wasn't expecting any mail and therefore was slightly shocked to find a small barn owl land in front of him and hold out its leg.
Harry tentatively untied the note and opened it
I feel all alone inside my self made bubble
People try to get in but I push them away
I'm always told to trust people
That's easy for them to sayThis Bubble I have created around me
Keeps people away like massive seas.
I try to conceal it,
This killer disease.
And then suddenly, someone sees it
And my bubble turns to crust.
All because of those eyes,
That show kindness and trust.
I know I don't deserve it.
Thank you.
Harry read this note twice more. It was a poem. Who would send Harry a poem?
Trust people? Who does he know that's untrusting? And a killer disease? He didn't know anyone that was sick. What was this person thanking him for?
Harry looked around the Great Hall, searching for the writer. He noticed nothing wrong until is eyes fell upon the Slytherin table. Malfoy was missing. His first reaction was that he was up to something, but then remembered that he had a Mystery to solve!
For the rest of the day (Apart from his test of course) he asked about all of his friends. He thought the best idea would be to focus on the killer disease clue!
Yes, it seems my chapters are destined to be short but I will try to keep you guessing. For example, Who was the poem from, Will Harry find out who it is and did he pass his Transfiguration test?
Huge thanks to YaoiFanGirl101 for your reviews. They made me smile so this story is for you!