I sniff the air, trying to figure out who is with him and how many people we need to fight. Knowing Harry this can only lead to a fight. They are too far away to know who they are, but there are more people than I expected. We walk through the row, slowly getting closer. I don’t need to search for the Prophecy, it is like I am drawn to it. My whole left side is tingling and I feel the urge to walk up to it and grab it, as if the magic has a grip on me.