No Turning Back
Chapter Two
He emerged from the shadows of the Gryffindor tower, four months after Harry's disappearance. He had not seen this place since that tragic day. For the most Part it looked as it did when he left, besides the fact that there was now one empty bed. The strange figure silently crept over to Ron Weasley's four poster bed. "Ah, Weasley" he whispered over the red head's snores, "still a heavy sleeper." The figure loomed over Ron's bed when suddenly a great flash of light surrounded them both. Uh oh. He had been caught, this was not good. They had warned him not to come, but he had to. A tiny voice inside his head instructed him to put his wand down and follow the light. He obeyed. He knew exactly where the light was leading him, to Dumbledore. He heard a fumbling of feet behind him but when he looked over his shoulder he only saw Ron. Apparently Ron thought that the voice was talking to him. When the both of them finally made it up to Dumbledore's office Ron was fully conscious and very aware of what was going on. The figure sat in a chair across from Dumbledore, whos bright eyes were fixed on him through his bifocals. "Who are you and what where you doing in my dormitory?" Came Ron's voice from nowhere. The figure turned away. Apparently not wanting to answer. He could feel Dumbledor's eyes upon him. "Who are you?" The figure turned to look at him and answered solemnly "Harry Potter."
He emerged from the shadows of the Gryffindor tower, four months after Harry's disappearance. He had not seen this place since that tragic day. For the most Part it looked as it did when he left, besides the fact that there was now one empty bed. The strange figure silently crept over to Ron Weasley's four poster bed. "Ah, Weasley" he whispered over the red head's snores, "still a heavy sleeper." The figure loomed over Ron's bed when suddenly a great flash of light surrounded them both. Uh oh. He had been caught, this was not good. They had warned him not to come, but he had to. A tiny voice inside his head instructed him to put his wand down and follow the light. He obeyed. He knew exactly where the light was leading him, to Dumbledore. He heard a fumbling of feet behind him but when he looked over his shoulder he only saw Ron. Apparently Ron thought that the voice was talking to him. When the both of them finally made it up to Dumbledore's office Ron was fully conscious and very aware of what was going on. The figure sat in a chair across from Dumbledore, whos bright eyes were fixed on him through his bifocals. "Who are you and what where you doing in my dormitory?" Came Ron's voice from nowhere. The figure turned away. Apparently not wanting to answer. He could feel Dumbledor's eyes upon him. "Who are you?" The figure turned to look at him and answered solemnly "Harry Potter."