Chapter Thirty-Six: I Open at the Close
The message was discreet.
"I open at the close." Harry repeated it to himself as he continued to move the golden snitch around in his hand. "What a nice way to tell me, Dumbledore…"
Turning over in his bed, he sighed. 'Why is my life always so difficult?'
He needed to leave. He needed to finish what Dumbledore had started. What he had almost died for…
Yet he knew he couldn't go on this journey alone. No matter how much he wanted to. He didn't want to bear their deaths…
He didn't want anyone dying for him… not any more.