21| Something good.

Harry's father isn't kept in his room like I thought he would be. Instead, we walk down to the dungeons and I start to wonder why Harry would keep his father there.

But its unlike any other dungeon, it's deep and it doesn't have gates. Instead, it's an iron door with four guards in front of it.

Harry dismisses the guards, and he opens the door. I watch him as he does so. Once the door is opened, Harry is the first to step in, and I follow suit.

The room is so chilly and dry. It's decorated like a normal room. And there's this pungent smell, but I can't quite pinpoint what it is.

I hear Harry's father wheeze and cough, but I don't stare at him yet for fear that I might not like what I see at all.

"Father!" Harry says, and Sir Smith's wheezing gets harsher.

"Harry..." The man croaks, and a sinking feeling settles in the pit of my stomach.

"I've found help. She'll help you." Harry uses a tone unlike any other that I've heard him use before. So sincere and desperate.

"Really?" Sir Smith s