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"Hey, who's that?"
Harry and Hermione looked up from studying at Ron's question. Walking towards their spot under the tree near the lake was a figure in a black hooded cloak, walking slowly.
"I don't know," Harry said. "Should we, er… run, or something?"
Hermione looked around the Hogwarts grounds. "No one else is running."
It was true. All the other students had apparently either not noticed the creepy black-clad form or didn't care. So Ron, Harry and Hermione just sat there and watched as it came closer.
As it neared they began to hear its breathing; loud and rhythmic. Soon it stood directly in front of them.
They waited for it to speak.
"Harry Potter?" said a deep, breathy voice.
"Um, yes, I'm Harry," Harry said. He only hesitated a moment before asking, "Who're you?"
"I am…," the voice paused for dramatic effect, "…your father."
Three mouths simultaneously dropped open in shock.