"One will fall, Four will rise
The birds will no longer be living
His once alive lips blue and cold
The Irish will no longer be able to breath
While daddy will have arrows pointing him out of the band
The one with curly hair and emerald eyes
You have been warned.
He will soon be no more.
Instead of five members,
There will only be four."
- X
Harry's blood ran cold as read the words before him. Somebody was coming after him and the band. Harry might not make it much longer.
