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Chapter six: The White Room
Harry was standing in a small square room that was just big enough for Harry to lie in it in all directions not touching the walls. There was no furniture and the walls were a blank white. Harry felt as if he were staring into nothing. He put his hand in his pocket. His hand closed around a small ball. Harry quickly withdrew his hand from his pocket for the ball was hot and had burnt his hand. Harry heard cool, cruel laughter filled the small room. Harry began to run. His footsteps made no noise, and the laughter grew louder. Harry ran straight through where the wall should be, and ran and ran in the never ending white room until the laughter got so loud, that Harry was sure that his eardrums would burst. Then everything went black.
"Harry, Harry," came a worried voice. Harry opened his eyes and saw Ron standing over him. Cold beads of sweat were on his forehead as Harry sat up. "What happened," Ron asked as Harry put on his glasses. "Nothing," said Harry. Ron, who was still unsure, went back to bed. Harry looked around the dark, dingy room before he turned over and fell asleep with his glasses on.
When Harry woke up the next morning he found that Ron was not there. When he was dressed he walked over to the door and opened it. Harry heard voices from the door across from his, (Ginny and Hermione's room.) Harry opened the door and saw that Hermione and Ron were sitting on Ginny's bed (previously talking) and were now looking at him. Harry knew exactly what (or who) they had been talking about. He could not find a way to avoid it, so he told Ron and Hermione about his dream. With every word that he said he relived that horrible, terrible dream. By the time he was finished, both Ron and Hermione stared at him in horror. At that moment the parchment fell out of his jeans pocket. Harry quickly picked it up to put away, but he just stared. "What is it," asked Hermione. Harry handed it to her so she could see for herself. On the top middle of the parchment, (next to 'Yours') was written The Boring Room.
Authors Note: I am sorry that this chapter is so short. I promise that the next one will be longer.
