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A tall woman with dark curls bounding from her head, swooping to her knees walked, or glided, in. "Welcome to the Cole Inn, how many nights shall both of you be staying?"
"We'll be staying only one night and leaving in the early morning. Do you have a fireplace hooked up to the Floo Network?"
"There is a fireplace in each of our rooms here at the Inn, all hooked up to the Floo Network. Here is your key, you are in room one, at the top of the stairs, first door to the left. Enjoy your stay at the Cole Inn," the woman paused as an invitation for any questions, smiled, and exited, gliding the way she had entered.
The hallway upstairs was lined with candles that reflected light onto the striped wallpaper. Mrs. Figg had trouble opening the door with the rusty key, but after both Harry and she gave the door a good push, it gave way.
Mrs. Figg's was wide awake, but laid down on the bed and said her goodnights to Harry, forcing her body to rest. Harry would have done the same, but after lying for a few moments in the bed, the warm air pulsating from outside, through the window, lured him to it. Harry sat himself in an antique chair and scoot it toward the window. The forest was enchanting, soothing.
It was odd how soon it changed to dark and terrifying with the rustle of something. Then twigs were breaking. A dark figure poked its head out of some leaves then pulled back. Harry sat up and leaned over out of the window to see what it was. He had a headache, he decided he should go to bed soon.
The movement stopped. Harry grew more tired and his headache more powerful. He turned his head to look back at Mrs. Figg, lying peacefully. He felt a hot breath upon his forehead and turned back to face outside the window.
Harry found himself face to face with the Lord Voldemort floating outside the window, unicorn blood dripping from his grinning mouth. Harry's forehead singed, and his body lurched with uncontrollable fear as Voldemort's demonic laugh filled his ears.
A tall woman with dark curls bounding from her head, swooping to her knees walked, or glided, in. "Welcome to the Cole Inn, how many nights shall both of you be staying?"
"We'll be staying only one night and leaving in the early morning. Do you have a fireplace hooked up to the Floo Network?"
"There is a fireplace in each of our rooms here at the Inn, all hooked up to the Floo Network. Here is your key, you are in room one, at the top of the stairs, first door to the left. Enjoy your stay at the Cole Inn," the woman paused as an invitation for any questions, smiled, and exited, gliding the way she had entered.
The hallway upstairs was lined with candles that reflected light onto the striped wallpaper. Mrs. Figg had trouble opening the door with the rusty key, but after both Harry and she gave the door a good push, it gave way.
Mrs. Figg's was wide awake, but laid down on the bed and said her goodnights to Harry, forcing her body to rest. Harry would have done the same, but after lying for a few moments in the bed, the warm air pulsating from outside, through the window, lured him to it. Harry sat himself in an antique chair and scoot it toward the window. The forest was enchanting, soothing.
It was odd how soon it changed to dark and terrifying with the rustle of something. Then twigs were breaking. A dark figure poked its head out of some leaves then pulled back. Harry sat up and leaned over out of the window to see what it was. He had a headache, he decided he should go to bed soon.
The movement stopped. Harry grew more tired and his headache more powerful. He turned his head to look back at Mrs. Figg, lying peacefully. He felt a hot breath upon his forehead and turned back to face outside the window.
Harry found himself face to face with the Lord Voldemort floating outside the window, unicorn blood dripping from his grinning mouth. Harry's forehead singed, and his body lurched with uncontrollable fear as Voldemort's demonic laugh filled his ears.