The cold, dark corridor seemed to stretch endlessly as Harry made his way through, when suddenly, he heard it again—the ominous voice, a low, terrifying whisper that chilled him to the bone.
"Blood. I smell blood. Let me rip you… Let me kill you. Kill... kill... kill!"
Color drained from nearly every face in the room.
“What is this hissing sound?” Lily asked, her voice hushed, clutching at James’s arm as if bracing for something dreadful.
But James was red for some reasons.
“Sounds like a snake, but…,” Marlene murmured words dying on the tip of her tongue, her brow knit with an anxious frown, eyes fixed on the screen.
The words sent shivers down his spine. Just then, Hermione and Ron appeared by his side, looking at him with concern.
“Harry…” Hermione started, noticing the intense look on his face.
“Did you hear it?” he asked quickly, his voice a mix of fear and urgency.
“Hear what?” Ron replied, glancing around, looking confused.
“They can’t hear it?”
“That voice,” Harry said, his tone strained.
Hermione’s face shifted, worry settling into her features. “Voice? What voice?”
“I heard it first in Lockhart’s office, and then, just now…” Harry trailed off as the voice returned, sending a shiver down his spine.
“What were you doing in his office?”
“Detention.”
Sirius rolled his eyes, smirking. “Let me guess, he had you cleaning out his trophies or maybe writing fan mail to himself?”
“Wouldn’t put it past him,” Remus added, chuckling under his breath. “Though I suppose listening to him ramble about his supposed ‘feats’ counts as its own punishment.”
“Shut up you both,” Marlene hissed turning her attention back to the projector.
"It's time."
“It’s moving,” he murmured, tense. “I think it’s going to kill.”
“KILL?”
Without another word, he took off down the corridor, his heart pounding as he followed the dreadful feeling that had settled in his bones.
“Why are you following it?” Lily cried out in alarm, her voice laced with frustration and fear as she watched her son.
“What on earth are you doing, Harry? If something’s hissing and talking about blood, you run the other way, not toward it.” Isabella was definitely frustrated.
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