Chapter 4.
He sat bolt up right and had me up against the wall with his wand at my throat before I could blink. I stared wide-eyed into
the holes that used to be the eyes of Harry James Potter. I don't know why then, but looking into the black depths that used
to hold such happiness and love of adventure, I cried. I cried in pain at seeing him like this, I cried in horror at the change in
him, but most of all, I cried in despair. He looked too gone to be saved. What could I of all people do to bring back the life
into the glazed orbs of green? Harry automatically realized who I was and backed away. I wiped my tears and tried a smile.
'Hi Harry? How are you?'
I knew I shouldn't have said that, I knew he would get angry, he would start shouting, maybe throw something. . . .nothing.
I got nothing. He stared back at me. No smile, no flicker of recognition in his eyes, no anger, no movement. Nothing
What in t blazes was I supposed to do now?