robbery \\ hs

nine

It, thankfully, was not a murderer. But a letter.

I took it into the safety of my home to read it. This one was different as well.

I need your help.
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I made it to the small white house in about ten to fifteen minutes after reading the letter. I had on what could be considered suitable clothes. So I didn't roll out in my pajamas or anything.

I walked over to the willow to see if Harry was there. He was not. Then, to the door of the house and knocked. No answer.

What the hell do I do now? Where would he be? He could have been arrested. But how could I have gotten the letter. Maybe he was kidnapped! Probably not though, he can defend himself pretty well I would imagine.

Confused, I sat under the willow and covered over my options. I could just go home. Harry did say he needed my help, which I would be happy to give him, but I can't find him. Not to mention, I don't even know where to look.

I took some time to think about things he has said to me or written me. Nothing really jumps out at me as a clue that might lead me to him.

Then I remember the letter I got yesterday.

6991.

Maybe that's an address. He didn't give a street, though.

I don't know how he expects me to help him if he doesn't tell me where he is. Jesus Christ Harry.

I decided I should just head home and wait until further notice. If he really needs my help, he'll let me know some more details. I got up from under the willow and turned around to make my way home.

Just as I did so, a hand was forcefully smashed over my mouth and a strong arm was wrapped around my waist from behind.