Harry Potter sat in his room. The way he had been sitting for an hour.
Staring at the wall, and listening to Hedwigs hoots from her cage.
A pair of eyes lingered around the room. They had a look of fear
and dertermination in them. Back and forth they eys jumped from Harry to
Hedwig.
A hand slipped from the darkness and carrassed Harry's bedside table.
The hand was thin and pale. All of the bones in that hand were clearly visisble
through the thin skin. It slipped a tiny peice of parchment into the desk. Then
dissapeared.
The next morning Harry awoke to the feeling of being watched.
He knew he couldn't tell the Dursleys about what happened last night.
About....the note.
Last night while Harry had been sleeping soeone or something had
slipped a note into his desk. Harry had not read the note yet bacause he was afraid
that it would be a threat.
What he didn't know was that the hand had slipped more than a note into
his desk.