Harry emerged from the headmaster's office feeling the exhaustion of the day's events. His aching body numbed the guilt that was surfacing. He felt Ron and Hermione's anxious glances but dismissed them simply muttering something about sleep and trudging his way towards the dormitories hoping maybe later that Kreacher could bring his a sandwich. As he neared the portrait he remembered that he didn't know the new password so he decided to try his luck with sweet talking his way in. Bu there was no talking needing to be done. Ass Harry reached the Fat Lady the portrait merely swung open allowing him to enter and cross the space between the portrait hole and the dormitories stairs in two quick steps. Harry trudged up the stairs and he suddenly found himself collapsed on his old four posted bed. His final thoughts before he passed out was how much pain he had put everyone through and how many people died for him and his safety.
Harry awoke to many voices.
"Do you think he's awake?" said the voice that he now recognised as his best friend Ron.
"Honestly Ronald let the poor thing sleep. He's been through so much" This bossy voice could be none other than his other best friend Hermione.
"But he's been asleep for three days!" exclaimed Ron
3 days...wow...really? Even though Harry would have been happy to lay there listening to his two best friends bicker his stomach thought otherwise. So Harry slowly peeled his eyes open and stiffly sat up.
"Oh Harry, good you up"
"Yes I am awake and do you mind telling my why you and Ron felt the need to argue right here?"
Blushing lightly Ron said "It was either us or mum mate. She's been itching to get up here and make sure you breathing every 30 seconds. I'm sure if you hadn't have woken up soon n she you would have driven her crazy with worry"
As if on cue Mr Weasley entered the room with a tray full of food.
"Ah, good Harry, you're up. Eat this and then come down to the great hall. There is meeting of the order at midday I assumed you would like to be a part of that". Harry silently nodded and moved towards the tray of food.
"Hermione do you have any fresh clothes I could change into I seemed to have been wearing these ones for the past 5 days"
"Of course harry here you go" she said pulling out her small beaded bag she still carried around with her and handing Harry a fresh set of clothes.
"Okay ill meet you down there" giving them the signal for them to leave.
After being replenished and cleaned up harry made his way down to the great hall, soaking in the eerie feeling of death that lined the walls of Hogwarts. When Harry set foot in the hall all eyes turned to him. But the only eyes he sought were the Weasleys. Mrs Weasley eyes were all blood shot and red, the opposite of how he had seen her this morning. All the Weasley boys had paled faces and red eyes from crying. Out of all of these people the eyes he sought the most where a fiery haired, brown eyes jewel. When their gazes connected Harry just couldn't take it anymore. Al the death, the mourning, the guilt overloaded his brain. It overwhelmed his senses and made his brain hurt. He only new that he needed to get out of there quick! Turning on his heels he rushed out of the hall hoping no one would follow him.
Harry settled himself by the lake. His heart aching with grief not noticing the youngest Weasley approaching
