They landed swiftly and Hermione cleverly transfigured their brooms into stones to be sure of their unknown identity. Harry pulled out his Invisibility Cloak and draped it over their shoulders. They walked cautiously up to the barred doors. But to their utter amazement, they did not pass through any perilous traps or curses.
"Something's wrong," Hermione whispered anxiously, "Why are we so freely allowed to enter?"
Harry felt a pang of uneasiness. He had felt this feeling before. His mind wandered to the day of the third task in the Triwizard Tournament when he had been led into a false sense of security.
"Hermione's right," Harry said, "Something isn't right. This is Durmstrang, the school that supposed to be so secretive...Karkaroff had been so firm in not letting his students reveal anything about their school. Well, we're here now...why are there no curses to block us? Why aren't there arrows shooting daggars at us now? Why aren't their Dark spells surrounding us? Why do I feel uncomfortable in this false sense of security?"
Harry had hit a nerve. He had voiced the concern of the others. Ron looked nervous, his brow furrowed in a frown and his freckles turning as pale as his face.
"I don't think-"
But Ron was never given the chance to tell them what he didn't think, because at that very moment, Harry clapped a down to his forehead and groaned in pain. Sharp, crucifying daggers were attacking Harry at his scar. He covered his forehead with both hands. His scar was burning, it was burning him...in pain...in agony...Harry slipped to the floor and fell unconcious.
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