Super duper short chapter today. But look forward to an extra long one really soon! I needed a good pickup today. My car is breaking down, my routine root canal turned into a massive upper gum, facial muscular infection. My cheek, gum, and part of my eye all swelled on the right side of my face. So bad I'm on heavy painkillers and really hardcore antibiotics. And I hate my science professor for all the extra work he's given the class. So, I really needed a pick me up. Leave a review!
Harry was slow dressing for breakfast. He was already dreading the rest of the day. Gryffindor tower was loud and celebratory all night. everyone was celebrating except their champion. To Harry, last night was a nightmare.
Harry managed to quietly enter and skirt most of the party, it wasn't until he got to his dorm that he was confronted.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Ron demanded angrily. "I would have kept quiet."
"Ron, I didn't put my name in." Harry said mouth twisted into a frown, unhappy that even his best friend would believe this.
"Come off it Harry, everyone knows you did. Just tell me how."
"I didn't think you were everyone Ron. I didn't do it."
Ron's ears flushed pink. "Bloody Hell, you just can't stand not being the center of attention can you Potter?"
Harry jerked back. Ron hissed his name with the same derision that he usually reserved for Malfoy. It hurt more than an insult or curse word could.
"Go to bed Ron. I don't want to deal with this." Harry suddenly felt tired. So tired. He felt empty and sad and drained. Harry just wanted to climb into bed and not wake up until this was all over.
He ignored Ron's grumbling words of lying and act trusting him. Still in his uniform, Harry climbed into bed and shut the heavy curtains around his bed. The silencing spell he flicked at the hangings cut off any and all noise from the outside. Ron's voice, the party music, the cheering of his housemates were all quiet. For a moment Harry could imagine that he was back under the stairs of Privat Drive. Vernon and Dudley couldn't fit inside with him and Petunia was too afraid of the spiders. Nobody bothered him in the cupboard. He could relax in here. He could sleep.
The next morning was quiet. Harry just wanted to stay curled up under the heavy covers. The silencing spell wore off sometime in the night. He could hear Ron's loud snoring rattle off the rafters above them, Nevilles window had a broken pane that was whistling.
Harry was already dreading the rest of the day.