A/N
Here's my first Drarry story (with a little bit of Ron/Harry and Ron/Draco).
Hope you like!
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He turned off the water and wrapped a towel around his waist. He took the smaller towel and dried his arms and torso. He rubbed his hair with the towel and draped it over his shoulders. He walked to the sink and placed his hands on each side of the porcelain basin. He wiped the steam off and looked at the mirror. His bottle green eyes, which were so bright with courage and love, now stared back with a certain hollowness.
He heard a knock on the door and looked past his reflection to the door.
"Harry?" asked his red-headed friend, "You okay?"
He hesitated. He wasn't okay. His world was falling apart at the seams. Everyone he loved had been snatched away from by that snake-faced villain. No, he wasn't okay.
"Yeah," he mumbled, "I'm fine."
Ron stood by the door for a few minutes, then left. Harry listened as his footsteps faded away. He looked back at his reflection. He brushed his hair out of his face and looked at his scar. He sighed and got dressed and left.
Harry went downstairs and saw the Weasley family gathered around the table. Ginny was the first to see him. She gave him a small smile. Harry returned it feebly. Mrs. Weasley had whipped them up a fantastic array of food for breakfast: toast, pancakes, waffles, fruit, milk, juice, muffins.
"Harry," said Mrs. Weasley," we've been waiting for you. Come, sit down and eat."
"Thanks," he said, sitting down opposite Ron. "Sorry about making you wait."
"That's okay, Potter," came a smooth voice from the head of the table. Harry looked down the table to the out-of-place swivel armchair. "After all, I've been waiting for sixteen years. A few minutes more wasn't a bother."
The chair started to turn. Harry reached for his wand, but Hermione grabbed his arm. He began to protest, but no words came out. He jerked his arm away and glared at her. Hermione just stared blankly at him. He raised his wand and gently nudged her. She fell off her chair and clattered to the ground. It was a doll. Harry looked around the table. All of the Weasleys were dolls. Harry jumped up out his chair so fast that his chair fell to the ground. He looked at the head chair. It was still turning. Harry raised his wand. The chair had almost completed its rotation. Harry prepared himself to fight the Dark Lord one final time. The chair completed its circle and Harry stared at its occupant.
"Surprised, Potter?" he smiled. "You should be." He started laughing. His wicked laughter filled the room. Harry backed away. The laughter echoed in his head. He fell to the ground, clutching his ears. The laughter still rang all around him. Harry opened his mouth and screamed.