Author's Notes: This is just me being silly, and waiting in anticipation for the 7th book! Read, enjoy, laugh a little, and then go stand in line for the book!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
They're Watching You
Harry sat on his bed in the Dursley's household. He had meant to leave, but a Very Ominous Feeling had suddenly settled over him, rendering him immobile. He stared out his window nervously, while a tiny droplet of sweat trickled down his brow. He might not have moved at all, were it not for the great cracking noise that filled his bedroom.
"What the hell?" Harry exclaimed, jumping to his feet and grabbing his wand.
"Calm down," Hermione said calmly, stepping forward and placing a cool hand on his. "Harry! You're burning up!"
"You feeling ok, mate? You look a little pale," Ron added.
"I don't…know," Harry said weakly, sitting back on his bed, his heart racing a million miles a minute.
"WHAT WAS THAT NOISE??" came the voice of Vernon Dursley. Harry sighed and flopped back on his bed. Ron and Hermione exchanged worried glances.
"Harry, you know we need to be off looking for the Horcruxes," Hermione began.
"Yeah, and doing the whole, destroying…You-Know-Who," Ron added. Harry closed his eyes.
"Don't you feel it?" he asked.
"What?" Hermione pressed. Vernon could be heard stomping up the steps, hollering about how magic better not be taking place in his household.
"Like…millions of people are watching…and waiting…it's creepy," Harry whispered.
"Well, I know there's lots of wizards-" Ron began.
"Not them," Harry insisted. He opened his eyes and sat up, looking at his two best friends. Vernon was pounding on his door, demanded to be let in.
"Then what do you mean?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know," Harry threw his hands up helplessly. "It just came over me all the sudden. Like, all these people are celebrating what's going to happen, and they're all waiting in line to witness it." Harry paused. "And a lot of them are dressed like me," he added.
"You're nuts," Ron insisted, despite Hermione's dirty look. "No one is literally watching you right now, except the two of us, no one is dressing up like you, except maybe Colin Creevey. And his brother."
"I dunno," Harry said doubtfully. He looked out his window and shuddered. Vernon crashed through his doorway.
"WHAT'S GOING ON IN HERE?" he all but exploded. Petunia peered around behind him.
"Nothing," Harry said. "Unless…" he looked hopefully at his uncle. "Can you feel it? All the people watching you?"
"Eh…what?" Vernon hadn't been expecting this, and fell short at answering. Harry sighed and flopped back on his bed.
"At midnight tonight," he muttered. "I'm going to have to be a long ways away from here." Ron and Hermione looked at each other, baffled. Petunia inched into the room, sharing a look with Vernon.
"What's going to happen at midnight?" she asked.
"I don't know. But…something," Harry answered ominously. And then, the four others in the room felt it too, the insane press of millions of people looking in, waiting to see their fate. Vernon made loud angry noises, and looked around for them all. Petunia paled, unsure of what action to take. Hermione and Ron gripped their wands, but weren't sure what to do either. Harry simply closed his eyes, now used to the feeling.
Hedwig fluttered in her cage and hooted delightedly. No one was watching her, which had made it so much easier for her to pre-order.