the brightly lit, chatty room falls quieter and grows darker as the startling figure enters, his eyes trained on the stained concrete.
"visitor for harry styles?"
the scraping of a wooden chair rips through the room as a young man lifts himself to his feet. the guard leads the captive over to the table, yanking him a bit for show since everyone's eyes were fixed upon them, watching this unfold.
the officer throws him in the chair, informs them they have fifteen minutes, and stalks off.
harry doesn't look up. he doesn't want to see the only person that's crazy enough to actually visit him. not after three years of trying to get that face out of his mind. he can practically hear the sickeningly sweet smile that overtakes the face of the entity across from him.
"hello harry, long time no see."
