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Harry Potter's point of view: 1999, Sorcerer's Stone, The Forbidden Forest

I swear, there was something watching me. I could feel their eyes following every move I made. And yet, every time I looked around to see if someone was following me, there was nothing. But the feeling stayed.

And then when he saw the unicorn, the black cloaked figure draining it of blood. The silver pools of blood glistened in the otherwise dark wood, but that wasn't what I was staring at.

No, what had caught my eyes were the pale silver ones watching the spectacle from behind a tree. Unmoving, unblinking, uncaring, endless, they terrified me. I could tell just by looking at them that they knew. They knew so much. They knew what was going on, they knew why, they knew who.

That was when the eyes noticed they were being watched. They blinked…and then were gone.

The cloaked figure had noticed me too. And it was flying at me, just as a centaur came galloping out of the trees to head it off.

The figure, the thing, recoiled, and then it too was gone.


It had been a day since the incident in the forest, and I could still feel those silver eyes. Like even now, they were watching me.

I hadn't told Ron or Hermione anything about them; Ron would say I was imagining things and Hermione would be upset that I hadn't mentioned anything sooner. I wasn't really sure what I should do though.

"Maybe I should…just tell Dumbledore about it…"

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