For Nabiya, who chose this number.

Torch




The darkness burned into the eyes, it was difficult to see further than a foot in front of you. Harry felt his way blindly to a torch, fumbling for his wand he lit it and the darkness was illuminated with and orangy glow. He hated this part of the school and it was just past midnight so he really shouldn’t be here. Not really paying attention to what he was doing he suddenly walked into something, or somebody. A clatter hit the floor and his Torch dropped to the floor extinguishing.
“Harry?” A girl’s voice questioned.

“Ginny?” He asked back.