Oasis

Part 2 of chapter 1

Author: Andrince

A sudden sensation of falling

The time has come for action

Demons are calling

My tenth attempt at producing an acceptable note lay curling in a jar of purple flames. My eyes linger on it until I am sure that it is too burnt to be legible.

I'm beginning to think I have set myself an impossible task. I've been sitting here for nearly two and a half hours now without much luck as to what would make him see.

Someone will be here soon, it's almost ten. Someone's bound to go to bed early. I take out another scrap of parchment, I need to finish before anyone comes. If I don't finish tonight, will my courage last another day of doubts?

I press the tip of my quill carefully into the jar of ink.

The path was already made

Once so obvious and clear

Now clouded be so much doubt and fear

Here it is, finally old enough to pick which crowd

And when the voices that tell him to be something he's not scream so loud

Opinions of trusted and untrusted voices

The time has come for choices

Harry

The thought that I only have this down at a quarter past ten makes me feel like giving up now. I've felt the urgency of getting to this point every since I returned to the castle. How to get him curious enough to come, without arousing enough suspicion to make him feel unsafe alone.

Feeling angry at myself and reckless I dip my dry quill into the ink again and decide that whatever I write here I would give to him.

Harry (pause)

I need to tell you something important. Be at the trophy room at 6pm. Bring nobody and tell nobody where you're coming.

Feeling that this was my most lame attempt yet I folded the heavy paper and sighed in disgust.

Harry

I began again, sure that I must have more brains than that.

Harry

I have something that I need you to know, please meet me in the trophy room at 6pm. Bring no one and don't tell anyone. Please I'm counting on you.

It took me a few seconds to decide not to sign it, before throwing the folded one in the jar and tucking this one in an inside pocket.

Author's note: I tend to suck at writing poetry, however much I like to. Probably best to ignore it, as it really doesn't have anything to do with the story. This chapter is late in coming, short, and kind of boring, but things will start taking off in the next one. Please review