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Note: This is redone, it was quite a bit longer but I decided to make this into a ficlet. There really is a whisper room by the way.
In Spain, in the Alhambra, the famous Muslim palace last to be overtaken by the Christians there is a room. It is called the whisper room. Because when two people stand in opposite corners of the room and whisper, no one but the other can hear the words. This day there are two men standing in opposite corners. Seeming to mind their own business. They are listening to the informative tapes you can carry around, until the Dark Haired man hears a tiny scratch. He slowly turns around to see a blonde in the other corner. He follows the other mans movements in taking off the headphones and silently listens. There are only four other people in the room, but they aren't paying attention. Suddenly, it's as if a voice is talking to the dark haired man out of nowhere.
"I miss you Harry."
Harry doesn't have anything to say to this so he stays silent. He sees the blonde turn around to face him.
"Come back. We need you more than ever now."
"Were you following me?"
"Harry, I love you. Please come back."
Harry sighs but resigns to walk over to the blonde.
"Yes."