The Aurors hadn't gone easy on him and continued to question him the next day, and the day after that. Mr. Weasley eventually threatened to cast some really nasty curses at them if they wouldn't leave his house; he had asked them three times already. He was sitting in Ron's room trying to distract himself by reading Quidditch thorough the ages for the thousandth time. It wasn't helping, because he could still hear the shouting match going on down stairs.

"You'd think they would give up after all that yelling," Ron said as he entered the room followed by Hermione. "I hope they don't send more tomorrow."

"You'd think," Hermione said with a suspicious look towards Harry to refuse to look up from his over read book. "You'd think that they think you were hiding something."

"Oh come of it, Hermione. Don't start interrogating him too." Ron threw his pillow at Hermione's face. "Can't you see he's had enough from those nosy Aurors."

"Well why else would they keep coming back? Harry I don't mean that you helped start a Death Eater invasion. I just think that maybe you are holding something back? Maybe you have some important little detail you forgot to mention and you don't even realize it."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Ron asked while trying to get the pillow back from Hermione so he could hit her with it again.

"What? It happens on my mums investigator programs all the time! There is always one little clue missing that doesn't seem important to the victim but means everything to the police!"

"What are the chances of that happening?"

"Pipes Ron! Remember the pipes?"

"Oh Merlin that was one time!" He shouted as Hermione hit him with his pillow.

"I don't know what else I can tell them." Harry sighed, finally shutting his book.

"Well what did you tell them?" Hermione asked, finally throwing the pillow across the room so neither one of them could get to it.

"The same exact thing I told you two." He picked fetched the pillow from the floor. "When I woke up I was alone, and couldn't find anyone anywhere. When I finally did find someone there were these two guys trying to sneak off into the woods before anyone caught theme there. They kept talking about fun it would be to torture muggles, and or how fan-fucking-tastc it would be to kill me. No, I didn't see their faces. No, I have no idea who they are. Yes, I would love to help you in any way I can," he finished sarcastically.

"Well, I'm sure they can put on their big boy pants and catch those guys themselves." Ron went for the pillow in Harry's hands but only ended up getting it shoved in his face.

"Come on you two, I think Mr. Weasley has scared them off by now, or Mrs. Weasley attacked them with a pan or something." Hermione announced as she left the room.

Ron followed her but stopped by the door when Harry didn't follow. "Coming?"

"No thanks. I'm not hungry."

"Suit yourself. More for me," Ron said unconvinced. Harry hadn't been the same since he came back from the World Cup. He was afraid that his friends noticed too. Acting normal for the past few days had been tiring for him. The one thing he couldn't hide, was the fact that he just wasn't hungry. When he had first tried to eat something that morning after, he couldn't swallow his food. Everyone just blamed it on the "terrifying experience of hearing Death Eaters talk about murdering you". To him, it really wasn't all that terrifying. After all, He got death threats more often than he was allowed to eat at the Dursleys.

He was sitting by the window in the living room when he felt it for the first time. Harry got a sudden chill and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Fred and George were busy trying to pick up the tiny pieces of Percy's shirt they had accidently torn to shreds in one of their jokes. Percy was alright, but it looked like his shirt wouldn't survive even with a little magical help from Mrs. Weasley.

Harry looked out the large window and onto the gnome-hole covered meadow and saw only what he usually saw. Mr. Weasley working on some muggle object in his shed. Ron was trying to play a one on one game of Quidditch with Ginny who was currently trying to get Hermione on a broom to help her win against him. There was nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that should have made Harry feel as nervous as he did.

"Come on Percy! It was a joke!" George pleaded.

"We're sorry!" said Fred. "We thought it would just turn it a different color honest."

"That was absolutely not a joke! You could have killed me!" The shirtless Percy pushed past Fred who was trying to block his path. "You saw the whole thing Harry, does this look like a joke to you," he asked holding up some of the remains of his shirt. Harry's attention was drawn away from the window and to the apparently life threatening situation he was presented with.

After a week, the Aurors declared that they could get no more information from Harry and finally left him alone. He still had not eaten with the rest of the Weasleys, but he was pretty sure that Ginny was the one who was leaving him food by the door while everyone else was eating. She would have been the only one who would be too nervous to actually confront him about it. He was grateful and ate what he could, but he didn't feel like he could go down there and eat with everyone else just yet. He felt… to dirty… to eat with them.

He heard a light knock at his door. Getting up from his bed he opened to find the usual basket of food at the edge of the door. Not seeing anyone he took the small basket of food and shut the door behind him. A note was left on the basket in small sharp letters. "I don't know what you like but I hope you enjoy! Get well soon."

Inside was a turkey sandwich, stuffed with everything he liked, except for the tomatoes, and a few biscuits. After taking off the offending piece of fruit, he bit into the sandwich and savored every last second. He felt more comfortable eating in the room by himself at the moment rather than eating downstairs with everyone watching him.

"You'll starve." Hermione told him on the train ride to Hogwarts. "You'll starve to death and at your funeral I'm going to tell everyone I told him so."

"Hermione I'm fine really. I've been eating."

"But, not with us." She stared at Harry as he played a hopeless game of chess against Ron. "Sneaking off to get food is not something someone who is fine would do." Harry huffed at her. "See this is why they thought you were hiding something because clearly you're hiding something."

"Will you stop please? Ginny has been bringing me food okay. I'm not starving. How many times do I have to say I'm fine before you stop asking?"

"When you mean it," She glared.

"Check." Ron announced.

"Well maybe I would mean if you'd stop annoying me with your constant pestering."

"Maybe I wouldn't have to keep pestering you if you'd stop acting like a child and tell us what's wrong."

"Check"

"Maybe I nothing is wrong. Maybe I am completely one hundred percent fine and you're the one who is just being to nosey for her own good."

"Says the boy who sticks his nose into everyone's business and ends up who knows where battling who knows what kind of creature." Hermione was starting to lose her temper.

"Hermione—"

"You haven't been eating with us, Ron says you haven't been sleeping well, and you've been avoiding any real conversation with me."

"Because you won't DROP IT Hermione," Harry snapped after glaring at Ron.

"Checkmate," Ron announced with an unapologetic grin. Hermione glared at him. "What?" he asked.

"If you won't talk to us that's fine, but you have to talk to someone." Hermione pleaded with him.

"Yeah, fine." Harry sighed.

Ron cracked a grin at Harry and mocked "fine." Who was then hit in the face with the nearest book that Hermione could reach.

"Ow!"

"Tackless." Hermione huffed.

The feeling was back. The one that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Harry looked out the carriage door to look for anything suspicious, but only found other students minding their own business. "It's nothing just your imagination," he told himself.

"Come on, we are nearly there." Hermione called.

Closing the door and setting his attention back on his two friends, Harry had no way of noticing the man in the next carriage over staring at him through the wall with his large rotating magical eye.