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Chapter Thirteen
Harry got out of the interview room as fast as he felt he could without being detected. As soon as he was outside he pulled out his cellphone and called Alice, but it went to her voicemail. "Josh put him up to it. I knew he had to be involved somehow. Gonna stay here and see if I can find out why. Call you later. I love you," Harry said before hanging up and sticking the phone back in his pocket. He hung around outside of the building for what seemed like an eternity, but was actually only about five minutes before Brandon came out. He was being escorted by Lt. Goose towards the residence halls. Harry followed them until they reached Brandon's room and snuck in behind Brandon and Lt. Goose. "Remember, don't leave campus. You're lucky we aren't hauling you in right now and charging you. The only reason we aren't is because of this Josh you keep talking about. We're going to find him and see what he has to say about all of this .I'll be back for you tomorrow."
It wasn't as hard to find Josh as Harry thought it would be. All he had to do was make up some bullshit about being his cousin looking for him and the RA in his building gave him up. "Josh is hiding in his room. He told me to tell anyone that looks for him that he's gone, but if there's a family emergency…." The RA trailed off as Harry walked down the hall towards Josh's room, 116. He knocked and surprisingly, Josh answered. He looked a bit worse off than Harry had remembered. What really stood out was his clothing. It didn't match at all. The once stylish boy was now sporting a bright orange polo and red and green plaid pants, topped off with a backwards baseball cap with the school's logo embroidered on it. Harry immediately had red flags going up in his head. I knew it…. He thought. "Josh Owens," Harry said. "You don't know me, but I know who you are. Or should I say, I know what you are. You're a dementor in a human's body, using his skin like a hollow shell that you can crawl in any time you like and use seemingly without detection. And the necklaces? They're portkeys, aren't they. But where are you taking everyone?" Harry stood in the doorway with his hands at his sides, ready to reach for the wand he had hidden in his back pocket if need be. Josh's mouth opened, but the sound that came out was anything but a voice. It was more like the wind whispering, howling to Harry. "They're gone from here. Gone to serve a purpose. Potter must pay."
Chills travelled up and down Harry's spine. "Why? What must I pay for?" Harry asked. "Whomever you've taken, they didn't do anything. Let them go, it's me you want," he said, feeling like he was walking into his own death trap. "It. Is. Time." The sound from within Josh echoed. "Time for wh—" Harry managed to get out before he was hit in the back of the head with something very heavy, a bat he imagined.
Harry woke up on the cold, wet ground. Rain pelted his face and smeared across his glasses. He stood up and gasped. He knew exactly where he was right away. Harry wiped the mud off of his clothes and hair somewhat and began walking towards the familiar wooden doors. The candlelight illuminating the windows that had once been so welcoming were now anything but. He reached out towards the door and was just about to open it when the door creaked open on its own. A familiar face smiled down at Harry. "Mr. Potter," Kingsley said, nodding. "we've been expecting you. Welcome back to Hogwarts."
Why has Harry been brought back to Hogwarts? What do the familiar hallways have in store?
Until next time,
Eridium Blight