So here's the eighth chapter! Hope you like it! Sorry it took so long writer's block and waiting to see if anyone would review *sigh* no one did this makes me sad :(. Please review!
Everything except for the Liquid Gum (made it up but I'm pretty sure Fred and George would have invented it at some point) belongs to J. K. Rowling.
Harry went to bed immediately when he got to the Common Room completely forgetting about his homework. Ron and Hermione watched him but didn't say anything for fear of upsetting him. He had a look on his face that dared anyone to annoy him when he was in shock for that reason most people steered clear even Fred and George. He lay in his bed staring at the ceiling of his four poster bed with the curtains closed around him for what seemed like forever. What Moody said was running through his mind over and over again. How could he have a grandfather he never heard of? He was sure that Sirius or Lupin would have mentioned it before now if it was true. And what kind of person in their right mind declares that their related to him when they could go to Azkaban for it? That's it maybe his grandfather wasn't in his right mind. Maybe years of hiding made him go crazy. Harry guessed it could make since if he really thought about it. His mind stayed on the subject for a while before he drifted off to sleep. The dream didn't appear this time. This time he was at the Dursleys upstairs in his room. He could hear commotion going on downstairs but he dismissed it as something about Dudley. He looked down at his lap where the album that Hagrid had given him first year lay open to a picture of him, his mum, and his dad playing ring around the rosy. In the background he could make out the faces of Sirius, Lupin, Moody, and possibly Peter Pettigrew. There were others of course but he couldn't recognize them. He squinted at the picture he could swear he saw Dumbledore there a minute ago but he must have been seeing things there was no Dumbledore there now. He set the album aside and opened up the door to see what was going on downstairs. When he reached the last few steps he could see a mop of messy black hair tied up in a ponytail. He thought Dudley had gotten a girlfriend or one of his friends had grown out their hair or something like that. But he didn't get to see either one.
He woke and the curtains were still closed but he felt a cold draft circling the inside of the bed. He opened up the curtains and got out of bed still feeling a little bit chilled. He put on his glasses and walked over to the bathroom in a nearby corridor like the previous morning. It was 5:45 am on a Friday morning Ron wouldn't be up for a few hours. Hermione would be up soon so would Ginny. He washed his face and went back into the dormitory to grab his robe. Then he went down the stairs to finish his homework he completely forgot about last night. He choose his normal corner table and set his books on the table and began working on Defense Against the Dark Arts. He heard the familiar shuffle of feet on the Girls' Dormitory steps. Ginny and Hermione stepped into the Common Room. They quietly shuffled over to Harry and sat down opposite of him. Harry nodded curtly and went back to his homework. Hermione and Ginny exchanged a worried glance. Ginny took Harry's quill from him. Hermione looked around the Common Room before leaning in towards Harry.
"What happened last night Harry?" Hermione whispered. Harry sighed. He should have seen this coming. He looked up at Hermione and Ginny.
"There's a new secret. I have another grandfather. Moody didn't me anything really other than that he's revealed himself in public and Fudge is threatening to put him in Azkaban." Harry whispered. Hermione gasped. Ginny looked surprised but nothing more. Harry shrugged.
"So what are you going to do?" Ginny asked. Harry shrugged again. Hermione shook her head in disgust.
"Harry you have to have some sort of plan. Don't you want to find this guy and find who he really is?" Hermione said taking Harry's hand in hers. Harry sighed. Didn't she know that he really wanted to know but he didn't want any more pressure on him? All these secrets were beginning to tire him out and as far as he knew there could be tons more waiting for him to figure them out.
"Hermione you have no idea. But I think I have an idea of who he is." Harry said running his free hand through his hair. Hermione and Ginny remained silent waiting for him to explain. He shook his head and withdrew his hand from Hermione's. "You guys you don't know what this feels like for right now I need to think it through and talk with Dumbledore and the others." He stood up taking his books with him. Hermione grabbed his robe.
"You could tell us how it feels." She said her voice was weak. She was playing the pitiful card. Harry sighed and sat back down at the table. He thought for a few moments about how to phrase what he was about to say. Then he opened his mouth and explained the hurt and pain. How he felt pressured by having to keep all these secrets. How he was angry that Sirius or Lupin couldn't have at least given him a hint. How hurt he felt that all these secrets were kept from him for so long and while he suffered at the Dursleys they were just as able to take him away but didn't. Hermione and Ginny nodded every so often not saying anything to prevent Harry from stopping. This was probably the one time he had ever talked like this and he wasn't going to do it again. It was too awkward and strange. When Harry finished Hermione and Ginny stayed quiet for a moment to think over what Harry had them. Hermione was the first to speak. "We had no idea it was like that Harry. We're sorry." Ginny nodded in agreement. Harry smiled and stood up. He patted them each on the head and headed back up to his dormitory to change into his school clothes. Ron and the others were still asleep as he slipped in and grabbed his school robes. Before he left to change in the nearby bathroom he took one of Fred and George inventions, Liquid Gum for an instant sticky mess, and sprayed it in Ron's hair for fun. Then he quietly sneaked out and went to go change clothes.
Harry walked back into the dormitory to find Ron still asleep but everyone else crowded around him. Harry laughed to himself and after putting his clothes away went over to check on his best mate. Seamus and Dean were taking pictures with their cameras and Neville was poking Ron's hair which was hard and spiky. Harry instantly wanted to laugh aloud but he feared he might wake up Ron and have him angry at him. They stared at Ron for a few more minutes before Ron woke up then they scattered in their own directions toward their beds. Ron opened his eyes and tried to lift his head off his pillow but it was stuck. He put his hand up to see what was attaching him to his pillow. He felt it sticky hair and immediately grew angry but not at Harry at Fred and George.
"Where are those idiotic prats that are related to me?" Ron yelled more to himself than the others as he sat up bringing up the pillow with him. Harry stifled back a laugh as Ron with one side of his glued to his pillow trampled around the room looking in every corner or possible hiding spot he could find or think of. While all the while it had been Harry who had tricked the poor boy, but he wasn't about to say it anytime soon. Harry and the others walked down to the Common Room to avoid Ron's wrath. They held back their laughter until they reached the Common Room and then they burst out in laughter Seamus falling to the ground and Dean and Neville giving Harry high fives. Everyone in the Common Room, which had grown to a substantial amount since Harry had left, stared at them. They could hear Ron yelling up the dormitory. So far this day was turning out great but it would get better.
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