What does that even mean?
Frowning, Harry turned back to the letter he was part way through, but his heart wasn't in it, and after a few more strokes of his quill, his mind began to wander elsewhere.
His first week back at Hogwarts was nearly at an end, and Cornish Pixie debacle in the first Defence class aside, it had been an entirely dull affair thanks to his grounding.
He'd managed to get ahead on most of his homework of course, since there was nothing better to do, but he'd missed Quidditch practice – or at least, he'd thought he had, but Wood told him it hadn't happened and blamed it on Snape.
Speaking of which…
He hadn't seen much of his guardian that week. Despite their amicable parting on the first night, Harry had steered well clear in an effort to teach the man a lesson – if he was going to make his first term so boring, then Harry would stick to his dormitory.
He sighed.
On the other hand, there was so much he wanted to talk to the potion's master about. He hadn't told him about the 'O' he'd gotten on his first History of Magic assignment, the new spell he'd mastered in charms, or how utterly useless their new DADA teacher truly was.
Plus, he'd heard about what had happened between Ron, Hermione and Malfoy earlier that week, and whilst he hadn't broached the subject with either of his friends, he wanted to ask his guardian about that word…
"Come to me… come to me…"
Harry froze, as an eerie voice pierced the silence – it sounded as though it was all around him, and it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.