Harry was sitting on the floor of his new room, going through the boxes upon boxes of his belongings; desperately wishing that this new room which he didn't really consider his room (atleast not yet), was his old one. He sighed to himself. "Why did I get dragged here?", he thought, "is this some kind of torture? I just want things to go back to normal... I just want-..." He was snapped back into reality by his mother, Anne, yelling for him to come downstairs. Sighing to himself, he stood up from his spot on the floor and started to walk obnoxiously slowly down the stairs to see what she wanted. "Har come here please, there's somebody that I would like for you to meet", she said. In response he simply mumbled an "ugh... fine, whatever" before he went over to his mother and the unknown visitor.
