-I'll talk to him tomorrow and notify him of our decision-
- Your decision- interrupted Madame Pomfrey
- You're right Poppy, my decision- answered Albus
- I'll never agree, but I'm afraid that this is your call Albus-
Harry woke up; he looked at the window and notice that it was still dark. No one was next to him, so he supposed that everybody were in bed. He just lay there in his hospital bed; he was too weak to stand up but strong enough to stay awake for a short period of time. The pain killer potion hadn't had stopped working so, considering his situation, he was quiet comfortable. He was thinking about Cedric; why had he told him to take the cup with him? What would had happened if only harry had taken the cup? He felt guilty, another family was broken in Voldemort's and his follower's hands, and with this last thought a tear rolled down his cheek. Suddenly exhaustion won and his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he fall asleep.
The sun on harry's face woke him up. He stretch, as much as his injuries aloud him, and open his eyes. He was feeling much better, he felt stronger. He stared at the room; he couldn't see Madame Pomfrey in the hospital wing so he supposed that she was at her office, he saw the empty white beds and next to him was not sitting Molly Weasley, or is friends, next to him was sitting Albus Dumbledore.
Good morning Harry- the headmaster said when he saw that Harry had taken notice of his presence.
Good morning, sir- He answered.
Harry was stunned that the headmaster was there, he hadn't seen him since the day; that horrible day; when he had arrived to Hogwarts with Cedric's dead body.
I need a word with you Harry- Dumbledore said, and he waited Harry to reply, but when the boy just looked at him he carried on
You probably well know that the school term is finishing next week, don't you? - Harry didn't reply.
Well actually your recovery will take more than one week. So I had to make a choice: Where would you spend the last time of your recovery? - Dumbledore said looking straight to the floor.
So are you saying that I am not going to stay here? - Harry said confused.
Yes, that's what I'm saying, Harry. And I'm afraid that you'll have to stay at your aunt and uncle's house.- Dumbledore finished
Harry was left without words, how was he going to survive? He could barely sit by himself. Where the Dursley going to make him work? How could he manage if that was the case? He couldn't believe that Dumbledore, the greatest wizard he had ever known, was living him with his mean relatives. He was furious and without controlling the impulse he started shouting every little thing that as in his head, now was in is mouth and once he had started it was difficult to stop, but he was interrupted by a mad Madame Pomfrey who was asking, not too gently, the headmaster to leave the room. Dumbledore left the room, he seemed ashamed of himself. All this news and shouting were too much for Harry's weak body, he fall into a deep sleep, thinking how could he survive to the torture near by.
I'm sorry, this is a really short chapter, hope you enjoy it. Please review!!!