"So, that voice..." I said to Madam Pomfrey when she told me how long I'd been out.
"It's... well, I'm sure it will be okay, Albus." Somehow, I doubted her.
Time lapse to that night.
I know, I know. Out after dark is a bad thing. I'm supposed to be asleep on time, and it could have serious consequences if I were caught. But do you really think I, Harry Potter's son, cared even a little bit?
Nope.
And so I had snuck under my cloak, and made my way to the restricted section of the library. I was only going to look up something about voices. I wasn't sure what at that point, but I felt productive.
Description of the restricted section: as creepy as thinking of Gandalf without a beard. Yeah, we read Lord of the Rings. You got a problem?
Anyways, I was uneasy in that place. I kept feeling like someone was watching me. Slowly, I pulled a promising-looking book off of the shelf.
And as I opened it, I realized my cloak was no longer covering me. Frantically, I looked around me. I found my cloak behind me.
Unfortunately, I saw a hand come out of it. Even more unfortunately, that hand hit me in the face and stole away my consciousness.
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My name? Albus
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