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“Give me one reason,” Harry said, his voice a stranger’s, “I should trust you.”

And then, the fire turned blue.

Harry sat up slowly, rubbing his neck. The common room was thinning out. Older students were trudging up the spiral staircases to their dorms, their faces slack with exhaustion from a double Potions session. Seamus Finnigan was having a heated, whispered argument with his homework—a piece of parchment that kept smoking at the edges. Dean Thomas was sketching a moving picture of West Ham United’s goalie making a save, over and over, like a loop of desperate hope. harry potter audiobook original

Harry was already on his feet. His hand had moved to his hip, where his wand should have been, but it was upstairs, tucked under his pillow. Stupid. Careless. “Give me one reason,” Harry said, his voice

“That’s not normal,” she whispered. Older students were trudging up the spiral staircases

“Harry Potter,” said the man. His voice was low, dry, and carried the weight of old libraries and older secrets. “You are not easy to find when you wish to be left alone.”

The last of the October sunlight bled like spilt marmalade over the Hogwarts grounds, casting long, skeletal shadows from the Forbidden Forest. Within the confines of the Gryffindor common room, a fire crackled with a warmth that seemed almost aggressive against the creeping chill of the dungeon stone. The fat, armchair-shaped cushions sighed as students shifted, and the only sounds were the scratch of quills and the occasional pop of a log collapsing into embers.