"This way!"
We walked through a room with sat many desks. Quickly we followed after him however Ginny got distracted by some sort of jar. Harshly, I grabbed a hold of her before dragging her after the group
"This is it" Harry said again "it's through here-"
He then pushed open the door once we had our wands out. The door swung open to reveal the rows of shelves I had drawn a few hours ago. The endless blue orbs that swirled on the shelves, lighting up the darkness
"You said it was row ninety-seven"Hermione confirmed
"Yeah" Harry breathed
"We need to go right, I think" whispered Hermione, squinting to the next row "Yes...that's fifty-four..."
"Keep your wands ready" Harry said softly
We started descending down the rows, looking at each of the numbers whilst we also remained on guard
"Ninety-seven!" whispered Hermione
We stood grouped around the end of the row, gazing down the alley beside it. There was nobody there
"He's right down at the end" said Harry "You can't see properly from here" We continued to walk "He should be near here" whispered Harry "Anywhere here... really close..."
"Harry?" said Hermione tentatively, but he didn't respond
"Somewhere about...here..." he said. A horrible gut feeling circled with in my stomach as we reached the end of the row. We looked yet there was nobody there. All was echoing, dusty silence
"He might be..." Harry whispered hoarsely, peering down the next alley "Or maybe..." that.
"Harry?" said Hermione again
"What?" he snarled
"I...I don't think Sirius is here"
They all looked to him, then at me. I was visibly panicking now. How come my painting had been wrong now and not before. At all the others times where it didn't matter if it was wrong, but now wasn't a good time. Harry looked at me
"Ophelia I'm so sorry" He said before searching once more
"Harry?" Ron called
"What?"
"Have you seen this?' Ron questions
"What?" said Harry. He came back but found nothing except Ron staring at one of the dusty glass spheres on the shelf "What?" He repeated glumly
"It's-it's got your name on" said Ron
"My name?" said Harry blankly. I joined him as we craned our necks to read the label
S.P.T. to A.P.W.B.D.
Dark Lord and (?)Harry Potter
"What is it?" I asked, sounding unnerved "What's your name doing down here?"
"I'm not here" Ron then said, sounding perplexed "None of the rest of us are here"
"Harry, I don't think you should touch it" said Hermione sharply, as he stretched out his hand
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Ophelia || Harry Potter
Fanfic[BEING GRADUALLY REWRITTEN INTO THIRD PERSON] "The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance" - Aristotle What if this inward significance was being able to create a piece moments before it happen...
