Unexpected

Chapter Eighty Four: Stalking

"I swear someone's stalking me."

Fleur looked up from the book she was reading, raising an eyebrow at Harry. "Is that so?" She asked, patting the spot beside her. "Come and sit. We'll have a talk."

Harry let the bedroom door close behind him with a bang, before hurrying forwards to sit next to the half-veela. "I was walking back here from James's bedroom," He explained in a strained tone, running a hand through his hair. "I could've sworn I saw someone's shadow disappear right before I entered this door."

Fleur frowned, her eyebrows furrowing in consideration. "What were you doing in James and Lily's bedroom, anyways?" She asked, staring at him. "Maybe it was Remus or someone who was exiting at the same time as you?" 

Harry shook his head, leaning against the bed frame. "No," He muttered, shaking his head. "Remus was still in James's bedroom when I left. Sirius was there too. The three of us were just finishing up some Christmas homework. Slug's club, you know. Professor Slughorn wanted us to sign our potions projects and give it to him after the break."

Fleur nodded, reaching forwards to pat his shoulders comfortably. "We'll figure something out, you know we will," She spoke in a reassuring tone, smiling at him. There was a pause, as her smile turned into a frown. "Are you sure nothing important was taken from your closet?"

Harry nodded, sighing in frustration. "I'm sure that nothing important was taken. I just don't know what the person wants from me. This stalking all the time is driving me crazy. And then that stupid 'you can't change everything' letter. I just don't know what to think." He mumbled, shaking his head.

Fleur scooped closer to him, running a hand through his hair comfortably. "Don't get upset, tomorrow's Christmas Eve, remember?" She asked in a not-so-obvious way of changing the subject. "Cheer up, we're going to visit Diagon Alley to buy presents. It'll be fun!"

Harry smiled at her enthusiasm, pecking her cheek. "Yeah. I was thinking of buying Jame-"

The rest of his words were interrupted when something came sliding from the door cracks, making both the wizard's attention snap towards it. "What is it?" Fleur asked, following Harry towards the door hurriedly.

He leaned down, noticing a neatly folded white sheet of paper staring back down at him. "Letter." He mumbled, reaching forwards to grab it.

Fleur frowned, leaning over his shoulder as Harry read the words written on it:

I know who you are. Tomorrow, everyone will too.