“D’you reckon Peeves ever sleeps?” Ron asked, abandoning the levitating card. It fell onto his knee, and the warlock gave him a rude gesture before the magic faded.
“Of course it is,” muttered Ron. He stretched, his long legs nudging Harry’s ribs. “Move over, you’re like a horizontal wardrobe.”
He reached out his hand.
Ron drew his wand with a clumsy thwack . “Who the bloody hell are you?”
And the fire went out. End of Chapter One. harry potter audiobook original
“Give me one reason,” Harry said, his voice a stranger’s, “I should trust you.”
The last of the October sunlight bled like spilt marmalade over the Hogwarts grounds, casting long, skeletal shadows from the Forbidden Forest. Within the confines of the Gryffindor common room, a fire crackled with a warmth that seemed almost aggressive against the creeping chill of the dungeon stone. The fat, armchair-shaped cushions sighed as students shifted, and the only sounds were the scratch of quills and the occasional pop of a log collapsing into embers. “D’you reckon Peeves ever sleeps
The man smiled. It was not a kind smile. It was the smile of someone who had seen empires fall and had wept for none of them.