James Potter and the Half Blood Hallway

Five

Harry Potter now stood in the drawing room of the Malfoy Manor, watching his wife pace back and forth anxiously. They had immediately pulled her from Quidditch practice when Harry had come to from his vision. His scar hadn't hurt in years, and now....

"Shall again face death?" Ginny kept asking. "What does that mean?"
"Ginny calm down," said Hermione. "Let's try to figure this out." The Malfoys stood near by, watching all this, looking just as tense.
"I still don't understand what Jackson has to do with all this," said Ron.
"Dunno," said Harry. " Maybe he's the one writing them."
"I don't think so," said Draco. He pulled a smaller piece of parchment from his pocket.
"That's Jackson's handwriting and the hand writing in the other two letters are neater."
"Where did you get that?" asked Harry.
"Er - Scorpius."
"When did this happened?" demanded Astoria.
"Oops," said Draco.
"Answer me, Draco!" said Astoria, taping her foot impatiently.
"Over Christmas actually," he told her.

"And you never thought to tell me?" she said.
"Er....well, um....no...." said Draco, looking a bit uncomfortable. He was saved from any further interrogation when there was a sudden knock at the door. 
"I should get that," said Draco and left the room, looking very much relieved.  Astoria shook her head. Soon he returned with a man with brown hair and blue eyes, wearing a brown muggle mail mans uniform and a matching cap. Draco looked very confused now as the man was carring a rather large box.

"Who're you?" demanded Astoria. The man dropped the box in the middle of the floor and turned to Harry, ignoring her.
"Harry Potter?" said the man.
"Yes?" said Harry skeptically.
"I need you to sign for this package," the man told him.
"Er - Okay..."

The mail man handed him a pen and a clipboard. Harry quickly signed and then handed them back to the man.
"Good," he said. "Now, you'll want to avert your eyes." They did so reluctantly. There was a blindingly bright light. When the light had vanished, so had the man....perhaps he wasn't a muggle after all.

"What's in the box?" asked Draco.
"Dunno," said Harry. "What was with the mail man? I thought everything came by owls..."
"There's a note," said Ginny, pealing it off the box to read it.

Until next time,

Death.

 

"What?" said Ron. "Are you sure you read that right?"
"Of coarse I'm sure!" Ginny snapped. "Look for yourself if you don't believe me!"
"That's very strange," said Hermione carefully. " Do you think...."
"Only one way to find out," said Harry. "We open it."
"But Harry!"

He was already in the process of opening the box. Inside was something far more stranger than a Death Eater sending something to kill Harry. Inside the box was a stick. Just an ordinary stick, nothing magical or special about it. Just a stick. There was another note attached to it.

There is a young boy with a stick, similar to this one. Though, this one does not have any magic. Treat it like it does, Do not burn it. Keep it safe. Treat it as if there were a life that will die with it.

 

"What the ruddy hell?" said Ron. Hermione gave Harry a look.
"What?' he said.
"Nothing," she said. They stared at the stick. There was a tap at on the window that made them all jump.
"It's Neville's owl!" said Ginny, going over to open the window for the owl. The owl presented them with yet another letter. This one read :

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny,

We need to talk. Meet me at Three Broom Sticks in Hogsmade.  Now. Bring the Malfoys.