The start of the year is not that good for Harry. An elf named Dobby creates trouble for him and what's even worse is that shocking revelation made by Hermione in Diagon Alley. This year isn't going to be easy.
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Wood had forced the players to practice till midnight with the permission of Professor McGonagall, as it was Slytherin vs Gryffindor the next day and the team was not prepared at all. It was the most exhausting quidditch practice ever. First, Wood made the players do some quick stretching. Then he started training the rest of the team and told Harry to practice hand and leg movements to increase his agility.
Harry was heading back to the Gryffindor Tower with Fred and George. His hair was messy and wet from sweat. George and Fred were continuously blabbering something about "Stupid Slytherins!".
"Password?" the fat lady asked, half asleep.
"Gryffindor Hippogriff." Harry said. As Harry entered the common room, he saw the most heart-warming sight ever.
Hermione was slouched against the couch beside the fireplace. She had fallen asleep with her arms still wrapped around her book. Harry smiled at the view. He went over to Hermione, carefully pulled the book out of her grip, and placed it on the couch as he put one arm around her shoulder and another under her legs and lifted her slowly, trying not to wake her up. As Harry started climbing up the stairs, he heard a voice. The voice was cold and spine-chilling. Harry stopped in his tracks.
"Come...come to me...let me rip you...let me tear you...let me tear you..."
Harry turned over and looked around. The common room was empty. Hermione didn't like the halt of motion. She mumbled and moved in Harry's arms. Harry snapped out of it and looked at Hermione. Her eyebrows were furrowed together. She was clutching onto Harry's shirt. Harry hesitantly started climbing up the stairs again. He kicked the door open and carefully laid Hermione down on her bed.
A cold wind blew through the window and a strand of Hermione's hair covered her lips. She tried to blow it off while she was still in her sleep. Harry reached out her face and tucked the strand behind her ear again. He covered her with the blanket.
"Come...come...kill..."
Harry looked around desperately to see where the voice was coming from. He saw nothing. It was just him and Hermione in the room. Maybe the sound was coming out of the window. Harry was already gripping his wand. He walked slowly towards the window, his wand raised in front of him.
"Come...kill...let me kill you..."
Harry froze. The voice was not coming from the window. But Harry couldn't figure out where it was coming from. He tried to hear with all his might, but annoyingly enough, the whispers had stopped now. Harry convinced himself that the voice was just in his head. He slipped his wand back into his pocket and quietly walked out of Hermione's room.
Next day, as soon as Harry opened his eyes, he was greeted with two faces extremely close to his. They both were identical. Harry almost jumped, and as his he got up he banged his head into one of them.
"Calm down, Harry!" Fred said. "It's us!"
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Harry said.
