Harry sat curled up in the corner of the luxurious royal bedroom. Emily's cruel departure flashed in his memory again, he sobbed in endless hatred and despair with no way out.

"Emily is not at fault, it's all because of that evil queen…"

The door suddenly opened and you entered the room. Harry stood up, staring at you, his hand tightening on the sharp scissors hidden behind his back.

"Come any closer you disgusting witch. You will pay for what you did to Emily!"