The sound of howling reached his ears far before he saw the monster. The daemon that stood before him was born of the nightmares of hapless kids, black fur shrouded in the dark, the yellow, sinister eyes were what Harry used to distinguish its position, b…
She leaned forward, her hands twisted in her front, fidgeting. Harry watched her, bored. Today was Tuesday, the Hogwarts house-elves would be serving bacon, his favorite. "What was it you wanted to tell me?" He asked, scanning his left wrist, around which…