Chapter 2

Struggling to keep up with this energetic owl, Harry watched as it finally stopped, and then threw himself down on the ground, exhausted after this long chase. Rain was drizzling pathetically down, soaking him through to the skin. The owl flew off back to its owner, whoever that might be. Harry started to take in his surroundings, blinking the rain from his eyes, and realised that he had been led down a dark, dingy alley-way. His head was still spinning, and there were those questions, those burning, irritating questions almost itching at the back of his mind, begging for an answer.

From round the corner there came the sound of tyres on a wet road, and a black mercedes pulled up next to Harry. The door was opened, and Harry saw three apparently expressionless people, two women and a man, all dressed in various black garments and, for some bizzarre reason, dark sunglasses even though it was raining and not sunny at all.

"Get in, Harry." It was an order, not an invitation.

By now, Harry was so bewildered he would probably have agreed to anything.

The door was shut behind him.

"I know why you're here, Harry," said the dark-haired woman.

"What is the Matrix?" asked Harry automatically, then immediately wondered why he did.

"We're taking you to see Morphius," replied the woman. "He will give you the answers you need."

This sounded reasonable - follow the nice mysterious total strangers and find answers to questions that, although were incredibly annoying, had only come into existance about 15 minutes ago. For the first time in his life, Harry wished he was back in Privet Drive.