Chapter Twelve - It's Just the Beginning
Day Eight:
"Hey guys! Do you have ANY idea where Harry is?"
"Don't know, mate. He hasn't been to classes in the past two days and didn't even return yesterday night!"
"Do you think he's alright?"
"I can't be sure. I saw he crying the other day."
"Huh? Harry? Crying?"
"Well, he didn't howl like a baby or anything. He just had tears in his eyes."
"Oh, ok then".
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Harry looked out of the window and smiled weakly to himself. The Weasley twins and their best friend Lee were sitting on a bench arguing about something. They had a notepad with them and George looked like he was doing sums. Harry dragged his gaze away from the window and thought to himself, I wish I was with them. I wish we were all with them, he thought, turning towards the beds.
He sat down next to the second bed.
"Daniella, I know whoever did this to you will come back, and when he does, I'm going to fight for your life back!" Harry whispered hoarsely as a tear arched its way down his cheekbone and slid down his pale cheek. It touched the corner of his lips but continued rolling down his chin. The tear held on for a second and dropped.
Splash. It landed on the stone hard surface. Almost simultaneously, the windows swung opened viciously, letting in a gush of strong wind, which created tiny tornadoes in the corners of the room. It was so strong that Harry had difficulty standing up straight. He grabbed onto the statue, trying not to stumble. Harry shut his eyes and when he opened them, the little room where he'd been spending his past two days was gone. Instead, there were millions specks of color darting everywhere.
The wind hissed and howled, carrying him through a journey beyond his imagination to a place, he did not know. A place where the truth lies. A house of lurking dangers. A house, where Harry must fight his way through evil to reach his most desired, known as the mythical, yet existent . 'Riddle House'.
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Sorry, if some readers think this chapter's too short, but I just thought that this is a good place to leave it as a cliff-hanger.
"Hey guys! Do you have ANY idea where Harry is?"
"Don't know, mate. He hasn't been to classes in the past two days and didn't even return yesterday night!"
"Do you think he's alright?"
"I can't be sure. I saw he crying the other day."
"Huh? Harry? Crying?"
"Well, he didn't howl like a baby or anything. He just had tears in his eyes."
"Oh, ok then".
*
Harry looked out of the window and smiled weakly to himself. The Weasley twins and their best friend Lee were sitting on a bench arguing about something. They had a notepad with them and George looked like he was doing sums. Harry dragged his gaze away from the window and thought to himself, I wish I was with them. I wish we were all with them, he thought, turning towards the beds.
He sat down next to the second bed.
"Daniella, I know whoever did this to you will come back, and when he does, I'm going to fight for your life back!" Harry whispered hoarsely as a tear arched its way down his cheekbone and slid down his pale cheek. It touched the corner of his lips but continued rolling down his chin. The tear held on for a second and dropped.
Splash. It landed on the stone hard surface. Almost simultaneously, the windows swung opened viciously, letting in a gush of strong wind, which created tiny tornadoes in the corners of the room. It was so strong that Harry had difficulty standing up straight. He grabbed onto the statue, trying not to stumble. Harry shut his eyes and when he opened them, the little room where he'd been spending his past two days was gone. Instead, there were millions specks of color darting everywhere.
The wind hissed and howled, carrying him through a journey beyond his imagination to a place, he did not know. A place where the truth lies. A house of lurking dangers. A house, where Harry must fight his way through evil to reach his most desired, known as the mythical, yet existent . 'Riddle House'.
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Sorry, if some readers think this chapter's too short, but I just thought that this is a good place to leave it as a cliff-hanger.