Chapter 2: The Beginning

All of a sudden, Harry came back in and they stopped laughing.

Were his eyes red?

'No, that couldn't be… Had he been crying?' Sell thought.

There was a big moment of silence.

'Harry?'

Harry looked at the speaker.

'Yes?'

'We… We'd like to thank you for letting us stay here for the night.'

'Oh… Oh, that's alright. Well… Goodnight then.'

Harry nodded, turned out the lights and laid down.

With that twice-oversized pyjama it seemed as if there were two Harry's there, but it was the first Harry that turned around and didn't say anything back when they bid him a good night.

The moonlight came in the room and they couldn't believe that just a couple of hours ago they had been breaking out and a lot of things were happening at once and now they were in such a peaceful street like this.

They didn't felt like sleeping at all, but remained silent for a long while to give the boy a nice and quiet time to get into sleep.

It looked as if he needed a calm night for once.

After an hour, so told Yazz's watch, they started whispering, but were immediately interrupted by a noise coming from the boy in the room.

'No…' He suddenly moaned.

It looked as if he was fighting with his blankets, but didn't win.

'No! Don't kill him! No, Sirius!'

Yazz and Sell didn't move an inch.

Did they just hear what they both thought they heard.

'Don't kill him?' Yazz whispered.

'No!! I'll kill her!! She killed Sirius, now I'll kill her!'

Harry turned around and woke up abruptly, bathing in sweat.

He sat up and looked round in his room, blinking his eyes.

This gave Sell and Yazz the opportunity to pretend as if they were vast asleep.

Harry took a deep breath and looked at the girls in his room.

They were sleeping.
He wondered who they were and where they had come from.

And he also wondered how they got those bruises.

Those wounds weren't from today, he could tell, but from a longer time.

Harry was a moment in thoughts, when his watch suddenly beeped.

Two o'clock in the morning.

Had it been that late when he went to bed?

Harry got up and walked towards his window.

He looked outside.

All was quiet and peaceful.

Harry stood there for a long time, when suddenly he saw something all too familiar.

'Oh no…' He whispered.

Sell opened her eyes at the same time when Yazz opened hers.

'Oh no?' She mouthed.

Yazz signalled with her eyes that she too had no idea.

They heard how Harry opened the window and shoe something away.

'Go away! What are you doing here?'

Something hooted and Sell and Yazz turned slowly.

What they saw, they couldn't believe.

There was an actual owl sitting on the window-sill.

They both had never seen an owl in real life.

All right, they had in the zoo, but as a free bird? Never.

And this boy acted as if it was normal to him…

As if he's used that owls were sitting on his sill.

'Go away!' He hissed.

The owl hooted again and tried to get in.

'No! You can't get in! There are muggles here!' Harry hissed louder.

'Muggles?' Yazz mouthed and this time Sell signalled the not-understanding.

The owl didn't seem to take the hint and got passed him.

It hooted once more and landed on Harry's bed.

Harry rushed towards it.

'Ssh!' He tried to hush the owl.

He didn't succeed, cause the owl made more racquet.

'Sssh! Sssh!!'

He grabbed the owl's beak and closed it.

'Keep your mouth or beak shout!'

Sell had to grab her own mouth to stop her gniffling of that sentence.

'Give whatever you must deliver and go away!'

The owl showed its leg, so saw Yazz who was looking Harry's way.

'Il y a une lettre!' She whispered. There's a letter

Harry looked up.

Had he heard someone whispering?

'Quit it out!' He said to himself. 'There is no one here!'

Both the girls eyes were filled with a not-understanding look.

'Come on, Errol! Shut up!'

Errol? This boy knew this owl by name? Who or what was that boy?

They both didn't knew the answer to that question, but they did know that a feeling arouse from their stomach and clenched around their hearts.

The feeling of being unsafe at the moment and the feeling of panic.

Harry had said: 'Don't kill him!' and now a familiar owl?

They had to get out of there, their thoughts were screaming.

Yazz was the first who made a move.

She looked up, saw Harry's back and take a run for it.

Harry turned round, only to see Sell grab all the clothes and she followed Yazz.

'Oh no.' He almost shouted.

He had to get after them, if they had seen anything and blabber around?

Somehow this thought didn't seem to be real, but Harry didn't reconsider his actions when he pulled on his sweater and shoes and ran after them.

He was out of the house just in time to see them run in Magnolia Crescent.

He followed them immediately, while he checked if he had his wand with him.

He had… Partly he felt relieved he had taken over the manners of Mad-Eye of mistrusting everything and sleeping with his wand close to him.

Harry kept running, when he suddenly saw them turning another, smaller street in.

He had them, he knew. That street had a dead-end, they had no return.

'Please, stop!' He panted, his chest hurting like blazing fire.

Sell slowly started to get behind, Harry noticed and that gave him new strength.

He ran even faster, ignoring the ache in his lungs and heart.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

'YAZZ!' Selena immediately screamed and she started to pull, scream, kick…

Trying every possible way to get her free, but due to her wounds and her extremely tired body, she didn't succeed.

This boy had a lot of strength, she thought.

Harry thought this too and silently thanked his Quidditch-practice.

Now he had a chance to reason them and talk to them.

Harry heard someone getting closer and he turned round and…

Blackness….