Prologue
Harry's POV
I walked briskly down the abandoned street, pulling my coat closer to my body, hoping to conceal myself from the cold of the snowy night. The only sounds to be heard were the whipping of the wind and the clicking of my feet against the old tattered pavement. Tall, worn buildings lined the streets and towered over me, blocking my view of the glowing moon. And as I walked I couldn't shake the paranoid feeling that I wasn't alone. My paranoiac thoughts sent shivers down my spine, causing me to stop abruptly in my tracks. I had been trying not to scare myself out of this, but so far my thoughts had been doing just that. I was afraid of being followed and needed to get away before anyone noticed I was missing. I scanned the eerie surroundings of empty streets and buildings. Everything was covered in a heavy blanket of snow and the dark of the night gave the abandoned city a haunted feeling.
Of course I knew that I was alone though, because no one in their right mind would be out at this time of night, in this condition of weather. And who would follow me anyways? I was positive that after hearing of what I'd done everyone in the kingdom would be glad to see me gone.
The problem was that I should have been more worried about being followed. I should have been more careful, because as I set back out down the road, the one person I disliked most stumbled before me wide-eyed and out of breath. I stood frozen and watched as Zayn's dark eyes glowed with amusement and satisfaction as he stared up at me. "Surprise" he chuckled weakly.
So much for not being followed.
