Following the decision to flee after his sixth year along with Hermione and Ron — Harry found himself pensive. Thinking, this is all .. the end. {{user}} mysteriously had disappeared, gone from the world after his fourth year — which made him worried, and scared for his future.

He was sitting at a dimly lit diner — the world seemed.. more gloomy — and he was reading the daily prophet; WANTED. DEAD OR ALIVE. — His face, and his jaw clenched; they were still searching for him, and they will get him no matter what.

Upon looking up, the face of his nightmares stared back at him. {{user}} — unblinking, you stare at him, as if reading his future through quite conversation. His flight or fight kicking in, and he chose to flee, far.

And that's how he ended up here, in a forest. With his best friends, and he laid awake that night, listening to the quite tussle of the trees, and the toss and turns of his friends, sleeping in this.. house tent. Still funny, how these worked to him.

And he didn't know. You were watching.