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~Back to Hogwarts~
That night was shiny with a lot of stars. There were noises of students talking and ghosts flying. On the way to the Great Hall, a few people said «hello" to them. And just near the door, Harry saw Malfoy, who was to him.
«Had a great summer, Potter? Did your relatives indulge in all your wishes? Oh, poor Potter, he doesn't even know how to spend time without his fans. Your parents must be so disappointed about you», Slytherin's king said.
Ron reacted instantly: «SHUT UP MALFOY!». He pointed at Malfoy with a wand, but when the charm didn't direct correctly, he hit Draco into his face. Malfoy answered with another hit. So that's how the fight started.
They were fighting and fighting. Harry tried to stop them but got only a few other hits. After a minute someone called professor McGonagall.
«What are you doing?! Ten points from each one», she said.
«But professor! It's only the beginning of the year! You can't do so!» Ron cried.
«That's my last word, Mr. Weasley. Now, is anyone injured? Good. Go to the Great Hall», McGonagall pointed them to the door and left near the Gryffindor's table. Most students were already inside. Friends also sat down. And Dumbledore started to talk. But the Gryffindor's trio wasn't listening to him.
«Awful. Losing points even when the year didn't start», of course, Hermione was angry about the fight.
«Look. It's not our fault, he provoked us!», told Ron to her.
«It doesn't matter! Harry! Why did you get in the fight too? Hey, I'm talking to you!», Hermione said. «Harry...» she said when noticed that her friend is looking in nowhere. «Are you alright? Harry!»
Meanwhile, Harry was trying to stay awake, because of really bad pain in his stomach. His breathing deteriorated too. Maybe Malfoy's last beat was too hard for his latest injures. It probably caused worsening. After a few minutes, dizziness left him.
«Harry! If he won't answer now, I'll call madam Pomfrey!», Hermione told to Ron. She was looking so serious and even started to put up when Harry said: «Wait, Hermione. Yeah, I'm OK. Just fallen asleep». « Are you sure? You look pale. Why don't you visit the infirmary after the feast?», his friend said quickly. «Yes, sure. Sorry guys», he excused.
Then, after Dumbledore's welcoming speech, the food appeared on plates. There was everything: chicken, potatoes, rice, meat pies, salads, pumpkin juice and a lot of other food. That must be looking tasty, but not for Harry today. After months of regular hunger, his body wasn't ready to eat now. All those smells were making him feel sick. So he was just watching others eating. «Aren't you hungry? We haven't eaten properly since the train left», Ron told to him confused. «I think no, we had a big breakfast today», he excused again. «OK, that's your choice...», his friend said. Then Hermione asked, «You're strange today Harry, does anything happened at home?». «Oh, not at all. I already said, I didn't sleep well», he started to worry, what if they guess about real reasons for his today's weakness.
But instead of this Ron started to talk about his summer, «It was terrible. We visited Aunt Muriel's house. She is always so boring and this time asked about our marks at school. Why did I tell her I'm not doing well at potions? It turned out that it was her favorite subject at school. Mom was so angry with me after that».
«We went to Spain. I also visited a magical part of Madrid. It was so interesting. But different from France. They have some weird traditions, such as bull races. It's so dangerous and frightening to watch it. What about you Harry?», Hermione asked.
«Uncle Vernon didn't have a chance to take a vacation on work, so I spent all summer at Dursley's house. Aunt Marge came to us. That's all. Nothing special during these holidays", he hoped friends trusted him. After that Hermione also said about their new lessons and disciplines. Time passed quickly.
Then the feast ended. They stood up and wanted to go to the Gryffindor's tower when acute stomach pain stopped Harry. But he just can't show his helplessness to all people there, so just continued walking and ignored the dizzying pain.
By halfway to the tower his dyspnea became worse. My stomach pulsed after each step. Dizziness didn't let him see anymore. Harry needed another excuse to stop. "Hey! I didn't saw this picture before. Did you?", said he and pointed to the first painting he had seen. It worked. Ron and Hermione stopped and looked at it. "Of course, we did. It's Phineas Black, his painting was here for ages. You should have seen it before!», Hermione told him. «Yes, I have just called it to mind. Thank you», he answered with a bit of shying. Then they continued their way.
After entering the tower symptoms came back. Harry couldn't breathe anymore, his head was all in dizziness and his stomach was hurting so much, that he could think someone is cutting it with a knife. So he ran to the bathroom and threw it into the nearest sink. To his shock there was blood. That was bad. But there was no time to think about it. «Harry! What happened?», shouted Hermione while knocking on the door. «Just a small sickness. Maybe I ate something wrong», he said quietly. Then he went back to the common room. «I'll go and have some sleep now. Good night, guys», then Harry walked into his bedroom and fell asleep even without undressing.
«He's so strange today. What had happened to him?», Hermione asked.
«I think there's something with his relatives. Last summer they put bars on his windows and fed him only once a day», said Ron.
«What?! Why didn't you tell me? That's awful!», she yelled.
«He asked me not to tell anyone», Ron told to her embarrassedly.
«Ronald! It's not something you can be silent about. We should discuss this with Harry tomorrow. If he won't talk with us, I'll go to McGonagall», Hermione said angrily.
«Should we do that? Maybe there're some normal reasons for his behavior», he said.
«If there are normal reasons, he will tell us about them and nothing bad will happen. And now I'm going to sleep, you should too. It's our first day tomorrow», was the last Hermione's word.
«Good night…», he said.
«Night Ronald», she said still angry.