"What the hell Harry? Where have you been?"

"I've been helping my father."

"And why the hell would you do that?"

"Because I haven't been given a choice."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" I ask. Harry sits down next to me.

"I can't explain it all right now but-"

"Well, then get the real Harry to explain it to me," I said.

"What?"

"Don't play dumb. I know this is a hologram. The real Harry wouldn't be wearing that and he wouldn't hide things from me. Come on, tell me where he is," I said. The hologram Harry looked shocked. Then he smirked. It was a dirty-evil smirk.

"Well, if you're going to play it that way," hologram Harry said. I felt something hit me hard in the back of the head. Everything went black.