The next night Harry tried to stay up all night. Every night the
someone had slipped a different something into his desk. But tonight
Harry was going to find out who it is ....or what.
He got out a game of " minature exploding snap" and started
to play...hoping the pops out of the game would keep him awake.
At 12:30 in the morning Harry, feeling safer, finally closed
his eyes to go to sleep. The minute that Harry closed his eyes the
silent, dead world around him came to life.
Eyes. Two pairs of eyes. They rolled slowly over to Harry's
bed. Not even making a sound. Light footsteps. Barely heard by anyone.
This time a face. A thin, gaunt, face. The cheekbones were high and
the eyes. The eyes. They contained a look of sorrow.
The thin, pale hand of the person tried to reach out to touch
Harry. Another pair of hands. They grabbed the first person and yelled
at them in a whisper about secrecy.
The hands. They moved stealthily and quickly. Tying a note from the
sloped ceiling and down to where it almost touched Harry's nose.
Then before leaving, the person bent down and pecked Harry
on the forehead. Leaving a blood red lip mark to mark where "she" had
been.
The next morning Harry awoke to find himself face to face with a
note tied to a string and hanging from the ceiling.
" Dearest Harry,
I am looking foreward to meeting you at Hogwarts. If you get there."
Harry had to tell someone that he was, or he thought that, he
was in danger. So he wrote to Sirius. In fear of what might become of him!