Closed [inthecornerwithfirewhisky]
Harry strolled through the halls, his mind in a torrent. Sirius wouldn't owl him, and he still didn't get the weird mirror present. Voldemort's dreams were becoming more vivid... and disturbing. The sight of Bellatrix in bed, Harry shivered, disgusting. Every time he went to Dumbles the idiot wouldn't do anything! Harry felt like ripping his hair out.













