I Know Where Harry Is.

Heather arrived the monastery and hopped own from the car immediately. pacing fast into the monastery, she noticed how quiet and dead the woke place was. Maybe she wasn't supposed to come to the monastery.

"Harry!" she yelled loudly and her voice echoed.

"Harry!" she yelled again and breathed in loudly after the second echo. She stood still in front of one of the doors and held it's knob. Her heart was racing faster as she expects to see her son the moment she opens the door.

"Harry are you in...." a thud sound behind her interrupted her and she turned immediately.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed after seeing Molly, standing abruptly behind her. Heather stared at Molly for few seconds, then bent down to her height.

"Molly right?" Heather asked and the five years old nodded in.

"What are you doing here?" Heather asked her but she kept staring steadily at Heather.

"You know Harry right? Where is he?"

Molly couldn't talk, she kept staring at Heather, looking scared.

"Molly?"

"Where is Harry?