He hadn't told anyone about the Grim, not even Ron and Hermione, because he knew Ron would panic and Hermione would scoff. The fact remained, however, that it had now appeared twice, and both appearances had been followed by near-fatal accidents; the first time, he had nearly been run over by the Knight Bus; the second, fallen fifty feet from his broomstick. Was the Grim going to haunt him until he actually died? Was he going to spend the rest of his life looking over his shoulder for the beast?
But Harry wasn't listening. His eyes had fallen on another book, which was among a display on a small table: Death Omens ¡ª What to Do When You Know the Worst Is Coming.
Harry heard the door of the hall creak open again, and more footsteps.