3rd POV

In the shadows stood a looming figure. 7ft tall and 1.5ft across. Large spiked objects loomed over the figure and horns stood from their head, a small sharp tail lashing in the corner.

"Who's there!?" Demands a young voice.

Harry stood in the corridors, shaking his head side to side to spot the enourmous figure.

"Lumos!"

Harry's wand casts an eerie blue light to the corner at which the creature once stood. The light shone upon a piece of parchment and slowly opened it, hoping it was just an assignment.

There was blood painted on the corners of the note as Harry scanned his eyes over the childish script.

Each word was scribed in black blood, and Harry read the parchment twice until it was consumed by the the thick red substance that converged on them.

"I hide around your corners,
I watch your every step,
I create your very orders,
I sleep beneath your bed.

I'm found in the depths of hell,
I am somwhere within your head,
You may think you're swell,
But soon you will be dead."

The words scar themselves in the very depths of Harry's mind.

What comes from hell?
There is someone in my head?
How can i be dead?
These thoughts race through Harry's mind as he makes his way to his Common Room.

The figure followed him, pacing themself two steps behind...

... Until another set of steps joined them.

"Potter!" Came the bark of a Potions Professor. "15 points from Gryffindor! What are you doing stalking around like you own the place!?"

"Sorry Professor Snape. I am sleep walking." Harry lies smoothly.

Valkyrie stalks past the bickering humans and hides around the next corner that Harry was to turn.

After the heated argument and Remus Lupin's odd enterance, Harry fled back to his dorm.

"Hello Mr Potter." Came a teasingly deep voice.

"Whose there!?" Harry demands.

"The name be Valkyrie. Just call me your worst nightmare." Valkyrie rumbles.

"What do you want? And did you write that letter?" He asks.

"You are a smart boy Harry. But be warned, mention me to your friends, and you will die." She whispers eerily.

"Why would you kill me? What did i do and who are you!?" He demands.

"Your worst nightmare." Valkyrie whispers again, watching on, amused as Harry makes his way to the lightswitch.

The lights flash on and Harry's head darts to all corners of the room, but Valkyrie was already gone.

(Next morning)

"You have to believe me! It was there! It was 7ft and it had spikes all over it!" Harry exclaims.

"You're barking mad!" Ron scolds.

"I'm not, its name was Valkyrie!" Harry said, reaching for the parchment that he put in his pocket.

Harry cried out in frustration as all he was holding was parchment with a detailed sketch of a gun and a large Machete.

Harry continued to attempt convincing his friends, but nobody believed him and he soon left to see Dumbledore about his 'situation'.

There was a dance tonight and Harry had nobody to dance with, so he hung on the sides, watching as his friends danced with their dates.

In the corner of the room stood the figure from last night. Eyes red and glowing, gold specks sparking from its eyes.

The figure disappeared and Harry relaxed slightly, hoping he was just dreaming...

------------------------------------------------------------

What do you think happens next?
Comment below or read the next chapter to find out.

~ Shadowhide