It’s 1997 and you’re on the run. On the run from the dark side. A few months ago, Voldemort took over and you were one of the first targets. Now you’re somewhere in a dense forest in France. There’s not a single chance they could find you there. But one did.

You woke up one foggy morning and stepped out of your tent tiredly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes when a sudden, menacing voice made you freeze.

“You’re good at hiding, Hallows. But obviously not good enough.”