LIFE AFTER HOGWARTS
CHAPTER 4
THE ST. MUNGOS REGULAR
She's so beautiful, that was all Harry could think of as he looked into her hazel eyes. The world could suddenly stop at that moment and he'd find himself not caring about it. It was some sort of personal paradise to lay on the grass with her.
The sky above them was blue and beautiful and there was no sign of grey clouds to ruin their moment of peace. There was no worry in the world, just the inches of distance from each other they paid no attention to.
Harry turned his gaze to the sky and closed his eyes to further appreciate the breeze gently blowing through. Then he felt Hermione's weight on his chest. He opened his eyes again and saw her smiling down on him.
"Everything's going to be fine, Harry." she said.
He narrowed his eyes at her.
"Everything will be alright." she said, but this time, her voice was different, it sounded somebody elses.
He was just about to say something when everything turned to black. He tried to open his eyes but found difficulty in it. His skin suddenly began to hurt; his skin suddenly began to hurt bad. The Pain was excruciating that it caused his body to shake. The overlapping sounds of footsteps came to his ears; they seemed to be in a hurry. When Harry was finally able to open his eyes, he saw not Hermione, but Susan Bones trying desperately to put pressure on his burnt chest.
He was in a gurney being wheeled through the halls of St. Mungos. He should know… he's a regular. Susan wasn't the only one there, her fellow Healers rushed beside her to help tend his wounds. It was so painful… everything was so painful.
"Harry! Harry!" Susan called.
Everything turned into black once more.
ooo000ooo
Lilac… the sweet smell of lilac filled his nose. Of all the fragrant things in this world, this was his favorite scent. Harry slowly opened his eyes and saw the blurred ceiling looking down on upon him (he didn't really need his glasses to know that. Being a regular at St. Mungos, he'd recognize it even without his glasses). He instinctively reaches out to his left where he knew his glasses lay on a drawer. He put them on and saw the white hospital sheets covering him. He wondered for a second on why he was wrapped tightly like burrito on the bed. He also noticed the abundance of pillows placed under his head. He then quickly realized that there was only one person who'd do this for him. He slowly sat up and turned his head to the left once more and saw her fast asleep.
Hermione was wrapped with a blanket on a couch beside his bed. Harry knew that she's been there for a while when he saw her unkempt hair and the large quantity of books piled neatly on the floor. Her knees were to her chest while her head rested on the chair's head rest… it was funny to see her shoes were off when she had this thing about being barefooted in public. Too bad he had to find out this fact the hard way. Harry chuckled when he recalled that one particular night. The noise caused Hermione to stir and wake up. Harry almost forgot that she had the ears of a cat. She took a deep breath as she rubbed her eyes. Harry wasn't surprise that she went straight for a book which was hidden under her blanket.He just couldn't bring himself to interrupt her. She was already busy on DECEPTION POINT by Dan Brown when her eyes wondered to his direction. Her eyes widened when she saw him grinning at her.
"Harry!"
"Hey." he casually greeted her.
Without any warning, she pounced on him from where she was sitting. He was unprepared for this and she was quite eager. This caused the both of them to topple down the center of the room. Somehow, Harry ended on his back and Hermione ended up on top of him.
"Bloody hell, Hermione! I'm injured."
"Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry. That was a lack of good judgment on my part." She feverishly apologized, "Are you alright?"
"Well… my head sort of hurts." he told her, massaging the back of his head.
"Oh no, you must have gotten that from the incident."
No, It was from the fall.
"Yeah, from the incident." he lied.
"Oh, Harry." she said, right before attacking him with another hug.
"Gah!" was all he could say. He was in pain, but the notion of him locked in her arms made the agony a little bearable.
"I was so scared, Harry."
"It's okay, I'm okay. Everything is… wait."
He just remembered something, something is missing… no, someone is missing. He was with someone before all of this happened. He was with…
"RON! Where's Ron!" he demanded, grabbing her shoulders.
"Don't worry, he's over there." Hermione said turning to the other side of the room.
It was Ron, and by the looks of it, he was slowly chewing on a muffin while enjoying the sight of the two.
"Ron! Are you alright?" Harry immediately asked.
"Oh, I'm okay. Looks like you're doing fine yourself." said Ron with a playful wink.
With those words, Harry and Hermione looked at each other for a split second before quickly separating. She helped him up to his feet and to his bed. She then proceeded on pushing him down on his back.
"Need me to leave you two alone?" said Ron, the red head then quickly dodged a flying fruit bowl courtesy of Harry. If it were Hermione, it would have hit him, "Sorry."
"You must be starving, have a muffin." she said, tucking him in.
"Err… about that." said Ron nervously as he threw the empty muffin basket away.
"What happened?" Harry asked.
"You don't remember?" asked Ron.
"What was the last thing you saw?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know, everything's a bit hazy." Harry told them.
"There was an explosion in the lobby of the hotel where we arrested that stalker." Ron told Harry.
"What happened to him?" Harry asked.
"He didn't make it." Susan Bones' voice suddenly came.
She walked in the door and headed towards Harry. Hermione stepped aside and let Susan examine him.
"You seem alright. But I think I'll have you stay here for another day or two."
"What? But I'm alright. You said so yourself." said Harry, protesting against being looked at, "What about Ron?" he blurted, trying to divert attention away from him.
"Yeah, what about Ron?" said the offended ginger from across the room.
"There's nothing wrong with you. They already told you to go home for two days ago." Hermione scolded him.
Ron just looked at her disapprovingly.
"Wow, thanks for being a friend." Ron said sarcastically.
"Relax, Ron." said Susan who still had a struggling Harry pressed down the bed. "You only had a couple of bruises and minor burns."
"I survived death, don't tell me to relax." Ron retorted.
"Ron, have you seen the muffin basket?" Hermione asked looking around.
And with that, Ron quickly changed his tone faster than the Chuddley Cannons can lose a game.
"Susan, you look lovely today. Are those new robes you're wearing?" said Ron making casual talk.
"Why thank you for noticing, I just bought it two days ago and I just got the blood off of it yesterday." she happily replied.
"I think you should stay here for a couple more days." Hermione told Harry.
"What?" said Harry in shock, "What is the big deal? It's not like I almost died."
He expected them to say something… anything. But all Harry got from them were looks of concern and apprehension. Even Ron looked serious. What on earth could have happened to affect them like this?
"Harry." Susan started, "When you were admitted, your case was way more serious than Ron's injuries."
"I got here… just half an hour after that." said Hermione with her hands crossed against her chest, "I… I was able to sneak in and see you."
"How serious was it?" Harry said.
"Half your face was burnt off, eighty percent of you body was badly scorched… you almost died, Harry." said Susan.
Harry saw a single tear run down Hermione's cheek. He then looked at Ron whose face told him that Susan was telling the truth. Harry paused for a moment, he's been in the hospital with some serious injuries before, but he has never come this close to death.
Susan, noticing the moment, decided to try and lighten up the mood.
"Well all is fine. We're here, we're fine. Harry's alive and I'm amazing so turn your frowns upside down." she said happily, "Hermione, didn't you have a basket full of muffins here somewhere? We should chow down on… Hermione?" she said turning to Hermione who was bent down on the foot of Ron's bed.
She emerged holding an empty basket.
"Rain check on the muffins, Susan." she said, glaring at Ron.
"I love your hair today." Ron pathetically complimented his fuming, bushy brown haired friend to once again avert attention.
"You're pathetic, you know that." she told him.
"Oh, he knows it." came a voice from the door.
Harry and the others turned to see who it was and saw Draco grinning like champ. Behind him was Neville who passed by the blonde.
"Harry, you're awake," said Neville delightedly, "We've all been so worried about you."
"Bet you were real worried, Longbottom," said Draco, "I caught him here trying to kiss you once." he added turning towards Harry.
"WHAT!?" said Harry and Hermione.
"No! I was just trying to see if he's breathing!" Neville hurriedly explained.
Draco just gave Neville a playful wink "Sure you were."
"Didn't I sign something that prevents him from coming here?" Harry asked Susan, pointing at Draco.
"Oh, you did. It's in our make-belief file drawer." said Susan.
"Put a smile on that silly, malnourished, pale face of yours, Potter. Your best friend Draco is here." Draco said taking a seat on the chair Hermione slept on earlier.
"You're-not-his-best friend!" Hermione and Ron said in unison.
"That's cute." said Draco like the two were little children. "You know what else is cute? You in that outfit, Bones." He flirted with suave at Susan.
"For that last time, Malfoy. I'm not going out to dinner with you." said Susan.
"Who said anything about dinner?" said Draco.
Before Susan or anyone could say anything, Malcolm Grimm entered the room.
"Everybody who has a vagina… get out!" he ordered.
"Don't worry, Weasley. You can stay." Draco added, receiving a one fingered salute from Ron as a result.
Hermione was unwilling to go at first as she crossed her arms on her chest and glared at Grimm, but when Harry gave her a reassuring nod, she finally gave in and left the room.
"You don't scare me." Susan told Grimm.
The head of the Auror office glared at her.
"Y-you do intimidate me a little." she said before cowering out of the room.
Once she was outside, Malcolm Grimm slammed the door closed.
Harry looked at his boss. "Alright, what did I miss?"
Grimm leaned on the wall and crossed his arms.
"Ten dead, eighteen injured… I was actually hoping that you can shed some light on this." said Grimm.
"Did you see anything?" asked Neville.
"Asides from the ball of fire coming right at you." Draco added.
Harry paused for a moment to search his brain for anything weird or strange, or just anything out of the ordinary on what had happened that day. But no, there was nothing. He let go of a sigh and shook his head.
"We made the Muggles believe that the explosion is from a faulty gas line underneath the building by the way." said Draco.
"The receptionist didn't make it." said Ron in a low voice.
This was the part of his job that he doesn't miss; for the people around him die. Harry has seen a lot of deaths when he became an Auror. Some complete strangers, some he knows, and there are people like Carol the receptionist who he just meets for a fleeting moment before their demise. There was no getting use to this… you just have to cope with it and push on.
"I didn't even know there was such thing as a bomb in the Wizarding world." said Harry.
"There isn't." said Neville, "Well… until a couple of months ago when an Alchemist invented it. It's in its experimental phase so not everyone knows about it."
"How do you know it then?" asked Ron.
"The Bomb is a combination of five magical elements. Herbology, Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, and Dark Arts. I had Longbottom learn how to diffuse it in case we come across one." said Grimm.
"Why Longbottom?"
"Don't worry Malfoy, You're next." said Grimm.
The smile on Draco's face quickly disappeared while a look of regret of mentioning the subject replaced it.
"Nevertheless, I already have Preston and Hannigan looking for the Alchemist who created the bomb." said Grimm.
"We should probably ask the Alchemic League if they know anything about it." said Harry.
"We already did." said Neville, "They denied having any involvements with the explosion. They also said they don't know how the bomb came to other people's hands."
"Scheming old bastards." said Draco, throwing one of Hermione's books aside, "I don't trust any of them."
"You don't trust anyone." said Ron.
"I trust myself. That has to count for something." said Draco.
"You're trusting a complete moron, then." said Ron.
"Good one, Weasley. You know, you should get blown through hotel walls more often because your comebacks are decent… can't say the same with your face, though."
"Knock it off, you two." Neville pleaded.
"End the idiocy… or I will." Grimm threatened.
"Sorry chief." Ron and Draco apologized like little lambs, quickly shifting to scolded child mode.
"You sure you don't remember anything, Potter?" Grimm asked Harry.
"I'm not sure. My memory's a little fuzzy." said Harry, massaging the back of his head, "I do remember a package being delivered to the front desk when we came."
"That's the bomb. I saw it explode." said Ron.
"So who's the target?" asked Neville.
"It has to be the Bulgarians. It can't be a coincidence to attack the hotel when they're not there. Can't it?" Ron said quickly jumping to life.
"But there wasn't anybody from the Bulgarian party at the lobby." said Harry.
"Oh… right. But still…" said Ron.
"Quidditch nuts maybe violent, but they're not smart enough to get in the Alchemic League or through our security plans." Draco rebutted.
"What about you two? What if one of you was the target? What if this is personal?" said Neville.
"Huh, interesting theory. My money's on Potter." said Draco. All eyes suddenly directed at Harry.
"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" Harry asked.
"Well, you did send a lot of dirt-bags of the earth to Azkaban." said Neville.
"They might be in jail but their friends and family might be carrying a grudge." said Draco.
"Well you don't exactly have a friendly relationship with dark wizards either." Harry told Draco, "They hate you just as much."
"Yeah, but they don't want to kill him because he sent them to prison, they hate him because he's Draco." said Ron.
"Good point." said Harry.
"Plus, I wasn't with you that day." Draco added.
"That day?" Harry asked with his eyes narrowed at them, "How long have I been here?"
"Three days." said Ron.
"THREE DAYS!"
"You didn't know?" Neville asked.
"Do I look like I'm in the know?" said Harry.
"Is that a trick question?" Draco asked, fixated on a vain on Harry's forehead.
Harry glared at him.
"Nevertheless, you two dig up the names of the people who wants Potter dead." Grimm told Draco and Neville.
"That's going to be a long list." Draco muttered.
"Get bent, Malfoy." said Harry.
"What about me and Harry?" Ron asked.
"Potter, take the rest of the week off. Weasley, get back to work." said Grimm.
Ron looked disappointed as the hope of skipping a couple more days of siesta vanished.
"What about the whole Quidditch hooligans etc angle?" asked Neville.
"Everybody's a suspect until proven innocent." said Grimm.
"Always a delight to see your sensitive side, chief." said Draco, watching Grimm open the door and leave. "I think he's finally starting to warm up to us." Draco told Harry.
"Why are you here anyway? Aside from your quota of bugging the hell out of me." Harry asked him.
Draco laughed.
"I was just hoping that you were still unconscious. You see, I have a new hobby." Draco replied showing Harry a black marker.
In terror, Harry quickly pulled his shirt up and saw what he dreaded. Draco has been using his body as drawing paper. He saw words, gibberish, and doodles all across his bare torso. He saw a poor drawing of a snitch, the words "I'M A YETI", drawings of petals around his areolas which made a couple of flowers. There was also a treasure map with the x mark located on his navel and CC forever.
"DRACO!"
"Longbottom was in it too." Draco quickly pointed at Neville.
"He made me do it!"
"Ron, why didn't you stop them?"
"I was, but then… Draco said I could join in." said a sorry ginger.
"He quickly gave in like the French. You should be ashamed, Weasley" said Draco.
"I am." said Ron with guilt.
"What's on your mind, Harry?" Neville asked.
"I'm just wondering where my wand is." said Harry looking around.
Draco quickly jumped to his feet.
"Oh, look at that." The blonde claimed, looking at his non existent watch, "It's time for me to go." said Malfoy as he opened the door and rushed out.
"This case won't solve itself." said Neville, following Draco's trail.
Harry suddenly found himself looking at his red haired best friend who was creeping towards the door.
Ron smiled nervously.
"Heck, I just want to get away from you right now." said Ron.
And with the sound of the door being shut close by Ron, Harry slumped back to bed with a loud groan. He must have underestimated his tiredness. Ron and the others didn't really help. He likes those three but he just felt so empty sometimes. Emptiness he can only forget whenever he's out there chasing down criminals and sending them to prison.
And now that he's here, laying on a hospital bed, doing absolutely nothing. Harry suddenly found himself alone with the emptiness he desperately tried to rid off… he found himself wondering.
"Why am I not happy?"
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Hermione was walking along the corridors of St. Mungos Hospital. For work purposes, she had to leave Harry and the others with their boss. She didn't like leaving him especially that he just woke up since the incident at the Hotel but she had to. Harry has another life now and being her friend mostly comes in second. She took a sip from her coffee she got from the cafeteria. It wasn't the best but it was either this or she starts biting on her nails again. She never really found a way around stress.
She was only a couple of corridors away from Harry's room when she quickly spotted Draco and Neville.
"Done already?' she asked.
"Yeah, just going back to the office to follow up this case." Neville said, "I really must be going." he added giving Hermione a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Hermione watched Neville sprint away. She turned back around to go to Harry's room only to see Draco Malfoy with his arms open and a naughty expectation in his eyes.
"Well, I best be going too." he said with a smirk and a playful wink.
Hermione was not amused.
"Don't leave me hanging here, Granger." Draco said, still not lowering his arms.
Still not amused… In fact, they could hear the sounds of crickets in the background.
As she glared at him with her arms crossed, Susan Bones and a couple of Healer ran by pass them.
"—seriously don't know how this guy turned himself into an orchestra of crickets." they heard Susan say as she passed by them.
"Do you really think I'm buying this?" she asked.
"Buying what?" he narrowed his eyes.
"I mean this whole—will you put your hands down?" she said pulling down Draco's outstretched arms. "I mean this whole ladies man thing you have going on."
Draco slowly cracked a smile before laughing out loud. He held his stomach with one hand and wiped a tear off his face with the other.
"You're right, you're right, Granger." Draco said, mustering everything in him to straighten up, "You've seen right through this… disguised pain I carry. Won't you cure me?" he added before erupting into laughter once again.
Hermione quickly raised her free hand ready for a slapping motion when Draco immediately covered his face and dove away in fright. Ever since she bitch-slapped him in their third year, Draco developed a phobia with her palm. This fact leads them to believe that Draco's Boggart would transform into Hermione's open hand.
Panting, Draco snuck a look through his arms and saw Hermione standing there with a cup of coffee, an open hand, and a smile. He grins realizing that he's been had.
"Bravo, Granger. I'm starting to think that the people who say that you don't have a fun side behind your back's wrong." Draco complimented her as he started to walk away.
"I know that you're not over Luna." she called.
Draco stopped and turned around with snort.
"You know what; I don't really care about what happens to that bitch. All I care about right now is where I can get laid. And if I ever want to talk about it, I'll see a therapist… a hot looking therapist... whom I will bang." said Draco leaving Hermione
She doesn't know what really happened with the two. All she knows is it was enough for Draco to turn out like this.
She shrugged and just continued to see what Harry was doing. When she finally reached his door, she was surprised to find out that it was locked. She tried turning the knob again just to see if she wasn't turning it right but it still didn't open. She threw her coffee on a bin nearby and pulled her wand. She then used Alohomora and proceeded inside.
"Harry, why is your—"
"BLOODY HELL!" Harry yelled.
Hermione quickly exited the room slamming the door behind her. She was red as a tomato with rosacea disease. And although she brandished herself as the poster girl for ethics and good morals, Hermione couldn't help but be impressed by what she saw.
Harry sure had put on some muscles. It's been about four years since Harry last played Quidditch, but it looks like Harry's Auror training kept his figure well in tact… and more. Harry's body was remarkable, his pecks firm, his six-pack ripped, and his back solid. He wasn't anywhere close to Charlie Weasley who has a figure of a Greek god, but why compare a chocolate factory with a box of sweets when you're shallow and deprived?
The sight was very… very… nice.
But that wasn't the only thing she saw. It looked like Harry was in the middle of changing his pants when she abruptly came in. As she leaned on the door, she found herself wondering something… maybe there was a reason the door was locked.
The sound of the door knob turning suddenly came and the door flew open. Hermione almost fell backwards but she luckily recovered her balance. She stood up straight and faced a scarlet, panting friend in front of her.
He was now wearing a green jacket over his white shirt. She knows this because she couldn't look at him in the eye.
"Twice in a lifetime… what are the odds?" Harry muttered.
"I guess the door was locked for a reason." she commented still not looking at him.
She didn't realize it, but she found herself scanning at Harry's torso.
"Hermione."
…Picturing his well shaped-body.
"Err, Hermione."
…Wait.
"Are you alright?"
…Wasn't she doing something?
"Hermione?"
…Wasn't she talking to Harry just now?
"Hermione Granger!"
"Present!" she immediately answered, startled by Harry.
"What's wrong with you?" Harry worriedly asked.
"Me? There's nothing wrong with me. You're the one who's all dressed up." she said without thinking.
Harry, whose face was returning to its normal color, quickly turned red once more.
"Oh, I mean. You're not supposed to be out of your hospital clothes is what I mean." she quickly recovered.
Harry scratched his ear and walked towards his bag which was on his bed.
"Look, Hermione." he said, "I'm alright now. As you can see, I'm walking on my own free will."
"Harry, you almost died."
"But I didn't. So everything's okay." Harry said cheerfully.
Hermione had always tried to put up with his stubbornness. But it was like trying to put up with global warming, it's just no use. And to see him standing there without a care for his well being just irritated the hell out of her.
She was all set to scold him, ready to fire out how stupid he was being. Her 'Top Ten Things why she's right and he's wrong' stood by. But like he was reading her mind, he interrupted her with something he had to say.
"I'm alright… honest. The sooner I catch the bugger who did this to me, the sooner you'll have less to worry." said Harry walking towards her with his bag over his shoulder.
He kisses her on the forehead and brushes her hair aside.
"They won't get the best of me. I was taught by the best… and I'm not just talking about Auror training." he told her as he stared into her eyes.
Apparently, flattery can get you out of anything… even tongue lashings.
And once again, there they were. Looking at each other's eyes, heartbeats racing, cheeks blushing, senses escaping. Without expecting it, the silhouette of what they use to be caught them by surprise. It was like somebody shutting the windows closed to rid all the noise in the world outside of their own.
Breaths shorter, bodies warmer, faces closer. It looked like the meeting of their lips was inevitable. And just when their lips were just about to land, a sudden ruckus startles them.
They both turned to the direction of the noise and saw that the pile of books Hermione had stacked on the floor has toppled over… It's funny how a something simple and insignificant thing can make such a noise.
Hermione gasped.
"My books!" she cried as she hurried over. "Did someone use them as a foot rest?"
"That would be Draco." he said from behind her.
"I'm going to kill him." she muttered with pure murder in her eyes as she tended to her precious books, "He stepped on my babies, why would anybody step on babies?" she ranted on at Harry, but when she turned around, he was gone.
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Just moments ago, his heart seemed to have a life of its own as it wanted nothing more but to jump out of his chest as he and Hermione almost kissed in the Auror ward.
It was a moment of weakness in his part. He never should have let it happen. How could he allow himself to let that thing happen? HOW?
Once he was out of the Hospital, all that he knew was to make as much space between him and his ex-girlfriend. Ex as in former… former for a reason… reason why he had to end things.
He Apparated to his home located just outside the city. His two story wooden home is isolated from the world with nothing but trees and rich green fields to keep it company. It has the look of the Burrow to it only neater, without animals, and just a tiny bit depressing.
It wasn't always this gloomy. Things just lost its appeal after he broke up with Hermione. Nevertheless, Harry preferred the solitude of this place. He just wishes Draco would stop dropping by and invite him to pick up women… or Ron to stop coming over to borrow stuff and not returning it.
He entered his home and headed straight for the fridge. Quenching his thirst with some left-over lemon juice, Harry forced himself to disregard the events of earlier and try to occupy his mind with something else. He looked around the room and saw no traces of dirt that needed to be cleaned… Dobby must have broke in and cleaned again.
"I told you to stop cleaning my House, Dobby!" he yelled in case the house-elf is still there somewhere.
He scratched his head in frustration. He can't go to work; Grimm will kill him (Grimm is not a man who throws words around… I mean really kill him). Other than catching dark wizards and staying at home to clean up, he didn't have anything else to do.
Now he's trapped in his home wrestling with his mistake earlier with Hermione. He wished there was someway he can forget or erase… erase?... hang on.
Something just hit Harry. He quickly whipped out his wand.
"Accio memory basin." He said.
He waited for a couple of seconds more that nothing happened. It was just then that Hharry realized that Ron borrowed and haven't returned it.
He needed a basin to look through his memory of the explosion. More importantly, he needed to confirm something.
He knew a simple basin would suffice, but his specially made memory basin designed to heighten the accuracy of a memory is a much better help.
He put down the carton of orange juice on the kitchen counter and left for the Burrow, not knowing that Dobby Apparated in the kitchen to clean the carton up.
With a matter of seconds, he Apparated at the Burrow. He made his way through the loitering chickens which for some reason, seem to be delighted to see him as they kept pecking at his dragon-hyde boots.
The reason why Harry was in the Burrow instead of Ron's flat is because his Ron borrowed it years ago, before the ginger could even find a place of his own and moved out.
He entered the Weasleys' house where he was quite welcome by the family. Harry gazed at the Weasley clock and saw the faces of the Weasleys pointed at different conditions. Ginny, Ron, Fred and Bill were at work; George was pointed at date (when did they put that condition there?) Percy was at Home, and Charlie, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were traveling.
Harry climbed upstairs to Ron's room and sure enough, he sees his basin littered on the floor and covered with filth. It looks like Mrs. Weasley has given up the battle of order and cleanliness against her son's room.
Harry picked it up, magically filled it with water, and placed his memory for him the watch.
As soon as he dips his face in the water, Harry immediately found himself next to his memory-self. He was in the lobby of the hotel just before the bomb blew up. He gazed around and saw nothing out of the ordinary. It was when he looked at the glass main door where it suddenly happened. Everything turned into static. There was only one reason why this would happen…
"Somebody modified my memory and erased what I saw."
He pulls his head out of the basin and wiped the water off with his sleeve. It looks like their dealing with pros.
He placed the basin down and hurried downstairs… a moment later. Harry rushed back inside Ron's room. Panting… red… embarrassed… regretting what he saw downstairs.
He was too busy with the pensieve that he didn't notice Mr. and Mrs. Weasley arrive. To top the worst things of the week for Harry is seeing the two engaged in positions that will make the Kama Sutra look like a children's book.
He's trap… trap like a dog. He can't Dissaparate since Mrs. Weasley placed an Apparition barrier in the house being finally fed up with Fred and George's antics. There was no use; there is nothing left to do but to wait things out.
Harry wondered if he was the first person to catch the couple in the sinful acts of grinding of the flesh. Or has any Weasley child shared his faith.
Harry suddenly heard the door downstairs swing open.
"Hello, Everyone! Charlie Weasley's here and it's time to… OH MY GOD!"
Never mind.