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But Harry didn’t see a ghost. He saw a shadow that had been following him since the summer—in the tea leaves of Professor Trelawney’s classroom, in the darkness of the Forbidden Forest, and in the chilling breath of the on the Hogwarts Express.

The air in the Gryffindor common room was thick with the scent of woodsmoke and dried parchment. Harry sat by the fire, but his eyes weren't on his Divination homework. Instead, they were fixed on a singular, grainy photograph pinned to the notice board: the escaped convict, . Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban image

"He looks like a ghost," Ron muttered, leaning over Harry’s shoulder. "A ghost that’s still angry about being dead." But Harry didn’t see a ghost

He didn't know yet that this image was a lie. He didn't know that the man screaming behind the bars wasn't the villain of his story, but a piece of his past trying to scream its way back into the light. All Harry knew was that the photograph felt cold to the touch, and the winter outside the castle walls was only getting darker. Harry sat by the fire, but his eyes