Walls came out of nowhere. Bill, Hayden, and McGonagall acted as if they knew this would happen for they remained calm and continued doing whatever they were doing. Who could blame them? With everything going on, it seemed fairly normal. The three decided so sit in one of the "living rooms" by a warm crackling fireplace.
"Where does Azkaban come in?" McGonagall blurted out.
"How did you?" Hayden replied.
"You are not the only heir. And besides haven't you heard anything in here?" McGonagall asked.
"Someone or something says to look for the Dragon Keeper to find Azkaban" Bill answered.
"Obviously that's your brother" McGonagall spoke.
"How come I have not heard anything?" Hayden said.
"Because there is no need" an unknown voice spoke.
In the "other room"
"What now?"
"We're opening them. Potter, sometimes I think you're the dumb one. I have all the brains in this operation."
"Everyone will die when I tell them Wood reads, is romantic, and said there were more important things than quidditch" Harry joked.
Oliver didn't even respond.
"Go for the door on the right. Your pure heart will always lead you in the right direction" a warm feminine voice called to Oliver.
Oliver did so, turned the knob, and closed it behind himself.
"It is your time. Open the silver door to learn of your heritage. You can do great things, it is up to you," a cold but endearing male voice whispered.
Harry did as he was told, and soon all three doors were closed.
No one was left in this "room." And then…
A note appeared on the golden door.