Chapter 2- Father's Glasses
"What?!" Harry yelled at the paper. The quill stood still, in mid-air, as if waiting for him to obey. The words glistened on the paper. It took a few deep breaths before Harry would even move. He went to grab the quill, which shook violently and spattered more ink on the page, but it still hovered over the words. "Put on the- but why?!" he said to the idle quill. Harry didn't know which was more frightening, a self-ink quill writing on it's own and telling him what to do, or that was talking to a self -ink quill that was writing on it's own. Maybe it was that he found himself reaching for the old, dusty, round glasses in the box. Right before he was about to take off his own, black round glasses, the quill started to write again. It moved fluently on the paper and stopped suddenly. Harry bent over the parchment to read:
You will find the hideout about the sky.
Harry didn't know what to say. Still, the words almost glowed on the page. He took off his own glasses and set them on his bed. He looked at his father's glasses. The words from the paper were reflected in the glasses. Harry slid the slightly larger glasses on. A rush flew through his body. His stubbornly, untidy hair was being blown back by some forceful wind. Harry didn't even realize he had his eyes shut tight. The wind was subsiding and Harry opened his eyelids into slits. His vision was blurry, and at that moment it was hard to see. Harry was about to take off the glasses when he caught glance of the quill, which was now on the floor with no ink on it at all. 'This was way too spooky.' thought Harry. He got up, snatched the quill and made his way down to the common room. Ron and Hermione had to have been there by now. Harry nearly tripped down the stairs as he ran down to the common room. There was quite a bit more people in the common room now. Harry scanned across the crowd for his best friends. He decided to check the library and started to make his way to the portrait hole, when he heard someone across the common room shout, "Oy! Potter! Good job today." Harry didn't look to see who had spoken; he just waved to acknowledge that he heard them before stepping out of the portrait hole. He took off in a sprint down each flight of stairs jumping two steps at a time. Harry miscalculated one of the steps and went tumbling down the rest of the stairs onto the fifth floor. Harry got up quickly, brushed himself off and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Someone had. Leaning against the wall, with a cold sneer was Malfoy.