Harry could not sleep. Even though he had taken the rest of the sleeping potion Madam Pomfry had given him, there was too much to mull over. Aside from the return of Voldemort during the final task the Minister seemed to think Dumbledore and Harry were a couple of liars and was determined to spread this news among anyone who would listen. In the meantime, Dumbledore was trying to gather people who could help from the sound of the end of that scene Fudge caused.
Harry had closed the blinder around his cot in the hospital wing. He didn't want anyone to know he was still awake. Mr. Weasley would clearly order him to drink another potion, but he wanted to think. Obviously Ana could not sleep either because she sat in the chair beside his bed, equally awake. They signed back and forth, slowly, to ensure that no sound would perforate their privacy curtain. They talked about the task, the graveyard, the fight. Harry had already told the story three times that night, but going through what he remembered with Ana and only Ana made him feel so much better. It was like confirming the simple facts, not trying to describe everything in perfect detail so as to provide a clear picture to someone who hadn't been there. Ana was there, and while she did spend some time unconscious, she knew what the potion inside the cauldron had looked like, who had been standing in the circle of Death Eaters, how the light from the Priori Incantartum had illuminated everything around it for yards and yards.
They reached the end of recounting the argument in the hospital wing between Fudge and Ana signed, 'What happens now?'
Harry didn't know. There were so many questions he had at the moment, but he doubted they would be answered. Dumbledore had enough on his plate. Too much to answer to Harry; the responsibility of doing whatever he could to get ahead in this game obviously would come first. Still Harry wished he knew where everything stood. This event had brought a sense of unease.
'Ana, will you promise to write me this summer? Tell me everything you know.'
'I will. And I'll convince my aunt and uncle to bring you back to the Burrow as soon as possible. I promise.'
Ana yawned and laid her head on folded arms which rested on the edge of Harry's cot. Harry stroked her head once, thinking that it would be the most difficult thing, in this time of uncertainty, to be away from his friends. Particularly her.
