The Quidditch World Cup.
The bustle of the people trying to find their seats had a faint smile reaching the lips of the girl on the highest point of the entire stadium. Not that anyone saw her.
She watched with a strange look in her eyes as she watched the game. The people merely feet from her screamed with each point gained by either team. Seems as if their team pride was equally distributed.
She strained her ears to hear the names being called back and forth. Finally, one caught her attention.
Harry.
Her smile, however faint it was to begin with, disappeared. Her body tensed.
No!
The word didn't leave her throat. She wanted to scream at him. She had to tell him not to be here. To leave. She couldn't.
A faint tug brought her back to reality. Her necklace was being tugged roughly.
She closed her eyes and focused on where the tugging was coming from. Then, as if she was never there, she disappeared.
She appeared infront of a man wearing a black cloak, covering his face. His hand was moving from the pendant that hung from his neck, a replica of her own.
"Was he there?"
She closed her eyes. As much as she wanted to shake her head no, she felt it move up and down.
"Ah, good, good. Good job, Echo." The man walked through the door at the other end. As he shut the door, she felt another tug at her necklace. She sighed as the red wall appeared around her.
A shudder ripped through her body and she lifted her hand to her throat.
The necklace still lay there. Tight.
It was protected. A binding charm protected with a charm so that only a very powerful witch or wizard could take it off of her. And the one she was binded to was the only powerful wizard she knew.
Echo was the only name she had ever known. She once recalled being called something different, but the name escaped her mind.
Her arms were barely covered with her shirt. It was torn in many pieces, blood staining some places.
Her body was small, but she could take care of herself. Sometimes.
But people rarely saw her. Only if her master wished it so.
Her eyes closed and she saw the face of the boy who lived. The boy who she had followed to the Quidditch World Cup.
No...
