It was summer, and Harry was once again at the Burrow. Bill and Charlie were visiting, and Hermione had arrived the night before. He was so happy to be there. Since the death of Sirius, he never found himself happy when he wasn't with the people he loved most, Ron and Hermione. At the Dursley's, he would just lock himself up in his room and lay in bed all day, lost in his thoughts.
"Hey Harry, do you wanna come play some Quidditch with us?"
Harry was taken aback. He was sitting on the living room floor and didn't even realize it. He seemed to do that a lot lately..
"No, you guys go ahead. I think I'll just stay in here and find something to do," he said, and started to walk upstairs.
"Is something wrong with him? He's been acting strange since he got here," Charlie asked concerned.
Ron just shrugged it off and went to get his broom. He didn't want to admit it, but he had noticed Harry's strange behavior. He only wished that Harry would be his normal self again, but he could do nothing about it. Hopefully time would be the cure.