We travelled along the rocky mountains seeking this deathly but valuable treasure. We had already almost been killed. By a dark cloaked man who held three knives in each hand. He had rotting flesh.We managed to escape this horrible calamity. Harry had tripped over a rock on the mountain, he slipped and grabbed the sharp rough surface of the mountain. I was

completely unaware of what was going on and asked him if he was alright. ''I'm trying to hold on'' he shouted. ''What!?'' I asked. Only I know what happened next. It still haunts me to this day.