falling ; hp

─── Thirty nine

“This is it!”

After passing through many doors, Finally they found the chosen one. This room just like how Harry had described and Willow sighed in relief.

“Oh look !” said Ginny, as they drew nearer, pointing at the very heart of the bell jar.

“Keep going!” said Harry sharply, because Ginny showed signs of wanting to stop and watch the egg’s progress back into a bird. Willow chuckled as she saw Ginny glaring at him and rolling her eyes.

“This is it,” Harry said again, and his heart was now pumping so hard and fast he felt it must interfere with his speech. “It’s through here —” He glanced around at them all. They had their wands out and looked suddenly serious and anxious. He looked back at the door and pushed. It swung open.

There were many shelves which had many unknown stuffs on it. Willow clutched her wand as she stepped inside the room with her heart racing at the speed of hogwarts express.

“You said it was row ninety-seven,” whispered Hermione.

“Yeah,” breathed Harry, looking up at the end of the closest row.

“We need to go right, I think,” whispered Hermione, squinting to the next row. “Yes . . . that’s fifty-four. . . .”

“Keep your wands out,” Harry said softly.

Willow was worried of Sirius and she didn't want to lose him. She wondered where her godmother was. What if Voldemort figures that Ruby's soul is still wandering?  She was honestly scared at that thought.

“Ninety-seven!” whispered Hermione.

They 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, whose mouth had become slightly dry. “You can’t see properly from here. . . .”

“He should be near here,” whispered Harry, convinced that every step was going to bring the ragged form of Sirius into view upon the darkened floor. “Anywhere here . . . really close . . .”

“Harry?” said Hermione tentatively, but he did not want to respond. His mouth was very dry now.

“Somewhere about . . . here . . .” he said.

They reached the end of the row, but Sirius was nowhere to be found.

"Harry?" Willow called out quietly.

"What?" He snapped harshly but Willow didn't mind that.

"Sirius's not here," she said worriedly.

"No! This was where I saw him in my dream," he justified as Willow nodded her head.

"We know---"

"Harry!" Ron's voice chimed in as Willow looked st him, who had a small glass sphere as she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

“What?” Harry repeated glumly.

“It’s — it’s got your name on,” said Ron. Harry moved a little closer.

“My name?” said Harry blankly. Willow too neared them as her eyes widened in surprise. Why on earth his name would be there in some random glass sphere. Easy, the answer is he's the chosen one. But, what shocked her more was, his name was right beside Voldemort's. He got it from Ron and looked at the ball.