Cassidy Chambers sat on the roof of the Divination Tower looking out over the school. He managed to bollocks through the Quidditch trials, but he was still bogged down by an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness. The dreams had not stopped, and while they still didn’t tell him what he wanted to know, what he needed to know, there were a few things he’d figured out. And now, with the Hallowe’en Ball fast approaching, he had to figure out how to prevent what he knew was to come.
Rolled up in his left hand was a copy of The Daily Prophet. It was an older copy, almost a week old, in fact, but he hadn’t let it leave his sight since he’d read it. The article was not front page news, but buried in the back near the obituaries...Read More