Moment 13: Poison
"Hermione?" Harry Potter pushed open the door of her flat, puzzled at the lack of the wards on her door. In the corner, her desk was strewn with papers, her quill laid by the side of a parchment with shone with the imprints of wet ink. His name at the top of the page caught his eye.
Harry-
I'm sorry. So sorry. It was the poison. The poison did it all. I must find the antidote. The antidote-
The letter cut off with a puddle of tears.
Harry trembled silently for a solid minute before racing out the door.
"Hermione?" Harry Potter pushed open the door of her flat, puzzled at the lack of the wards on her door. In the corner, her desk was strewn with papers, her quill laid by the side of a parchment with shone with the imprints of wet ink. His name at the top of the page caught his eye.
Harry-
I'm sorry. So sorry. It was the poison. The poison did it all. I must find the antidote. The antidote-
The letter cut off with a puddle of tears.
Harry trembled silently for a solid minute before racing out the door.
