Prologue

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“Hi grandma.” I had to bite my bottom lip not to cry.

“I miss you,” I slowly proceeded, looking down at the cold stone.

“And I miss you everyday. I would do anything to get you back. Oh God.” I searched in my pockets for the pack of tissues I knew would be necessary. I blew hard into the small piece of paper, a loud sound escaping my nose. I looked around, making sure I didn't wake the dead. Suddenly I saw a movement in the corner of my right eye. I quickly turned around. Nothing. I've always been afraid of graveyards, they have this kind atmosphere that makes me really uncomfortable. I ignored the movement I just saw, convinced that it was just my screwed up imagination. I guess I shouldn't have come here alone after all.

“I hope you're well, you deserve it,” I continued my small speech as I slowly ran my finger over her name. I gently sat down on the grass in front of the stone, crossing my legs and placing my hands on my knees. I let out a deep sigh.

“I guess, what I really wanted to talk about, is Harry. He's been acting so strange lately, something about him has changed. I don't know what is is, but I can tell that he's not feeling well.”

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