Harry slowly made his way back towards where Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were
standing with his trunk.
"Thank-you for having me for the summer." Harry said automatically. More than anything he wanted to get to Hogwarts as soon as possible so he could see Sirius.
"Sure thing, Harry." Mr. Weasley said, smiling.
Mrs. Weasley, however, seemed to have sensed that something was wrong. "Are you alright, Harry?" she asked concernedly.
"Yes," Harry said tonelessly. He wanted to get away from people and get onboard the train, alone, as soon as possible.
"Well, bye, Harry." Mr. Weasley said, shaking his hand.
"Take care, dear." Mrs. Weasley said cheerfully.
Harry waved at them and turned towards the train, heaving his trunk along behind him. Should he tell Ron and Hermione about Sirius? Harry was overcome with emotion and shock, he hardly knew how to feel.
*
He slowly made his way over to the train and climbed aboard. As he was making his way through all the compartments in search of Ron and Hermione, he heard Malfoy's sneering voice coming from the compartment ahead. Harry slid the door open to find Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle in the compartment with Ron and Hermione. Malfoy had obviously been bothering them.
Malfoy turned to face Harry, a sneer on his face, but his expression quickly changed when they looked at each other. Malfoy backed away and stumbled. Harry raised and eyebrow, and glanced over at Ron and Hermione. They were also staring at Malfoy rather oddly.
Crabbe and Goyle hoisted Malfoy up and helped him walk out of the compartment, throwing nervous looks at Harry over their shoulders as they went.
Harry turned to face Ron and Hermione and was about to ask them what that was all about when Hermione took one look at Harry and let out a frightened cry.
Ron, however, just stared at Harry, shocked.
"Harry, your - your -" Ron gasped.
"My what?" Harry asked, confused.
Ron merely pointed at Harry's forehead, and Hermione had buried her face in Ron's shoulder.
Harry slowly moved his hand up over his face and towards his forehead. He could feel heat radiating from his head, and he began to see a light being reflected onto his hand in the shape of a lightning bolt. He placed his hand on his scar, and suddenly what felt like a scalding white-hot wire burnt his hand. He let out a yell, and looked down into his palm to see a burn on his hand.
Ron and Hermione were watching him with wide eyes.
"Harry, it's -" Hermione stuttered. "It's glowing bright red. Your - your scar."
"Get me a mirror." Harry said nervously. "And then we have to go see Dumbledore."
Hermione rummaged through her trunk and pulled out a small pocket-sized mirror. She handed it to Harry with shaking hands.
Harry immediately flipped it open and looked at himself in the mirror. He pulled the mirror closer to him and looked hard at his scar. It was dully burning fiery red on his forehead. Harry had never seen his scar look this way before. It had always been a thin black line, now it was slightly thicker and bright red. Even when he had pain in his scar, it looked the same. This worried Harry, especially since he felt no pain except heat when he put his hand close to it.
Harry shut the mirror quickly, making Hermione jump.
Ron edged away from Harry, towards the compartment door.
"I'll go get Dumbledore." he said, and left quickly.
"Thank-you for having me for the summer." Harry said automatically. More than anything he wanted to get to Hogwarts as soon as possible so he could see Sirius.
"Sure thing, Harry." Mr. Weasley said, smiling.
Mrs. Weasley, however, seemed to have sensed that something was wrong. "Are you alright, Harry?" she asked concernedly.
"Yes," Harry said tonelessly. He wanted to get away from people and get onboard the train, alone, as soon as possible.
"Well, bye, Harry." Mr. Weasley said, shaking his hand.
"Take care, dear." Mrs. Weasley said cheerfully.
Harry waved at them and turned towards the train, heaving his trunk along behind him. Should he tell Ron and Hermione about Sirius? Harry was overcome with emotion and shock, he hardly knew how to feel.
*
He slowly made his way over to the train and climbed aboard. As he was making his way through all the compartments in search of Ron and Hermione, he heard Malfoy's sneering voice coming from the compartment ahead. Harry slid the door open to find Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle in the compartment with Ron and Hermione. Malfoy had obviously been bothering them.
Malfoy turned to face Harry, a sneer on his face, but his expression quickly changed when they looked at each other. Malfoy backed away and stumbled. Harry raised and eyebrow, and glanced over at Ron and Hermione. They were also staring at Malfoy rather oddly.
Crabbe and Goyle hoisted Malfoy up and helped him walk out of the compartment, throwing nervous looks at Harry over their shoulders as they went.
Harry turned to face Ron and Hermione and was about to ask them what that was all about when Hermione took one look at Harry and let out a frightened cry.
Ron, however, just stared at Harry, shocked.
"Harry, your - your -" Ron gasped.
"My what?" Harry asked, confused.
Ron merely pointed at Harry's forehead, and Hermione had buried her face in Ron's shoulder.
Harry slowly moved his hand up over his face and towards his forehead. He could feel heat radiating from his head, and he began to see a light being reflected onto his hand in the shape of a lightning bolt. He placed his hand on his scar, and suddenly what felt like a scalding white-hot wire burnt his hand. He let out a yell, and looked down into his palm to see a burn on his hand.
Ron and Hermione were watching him with wide eyes.
"Harry, it's -" Hermione stuttered. "It's glowing bright red. Your - your scar."
"Get me a mirror." Harry said nervously. "And then we have to go see Dumbledore."
Hermione rummaged through her trunk and pulled out a small pocket-sized mirror. She handed it to Harry with shaking hands.
Harry immediately flipped it open and looked at himself in the mirror. He pulled the mirror closer to him and looked hard at his scar. It was dully burning fiery red on his forehead. Harry had never seen his scar look this way before. It had always been a thin black line, now it was slightly thicker and bright red. Even when he had pain in his scar, it looked the same. This worried Harry, especially since he felt no pain except heat when he put his hand close to it.
Harry shut the mirror quickly, making Hermione jump.
Ron edged away from Harry, towards the compartment door.
"I'll go get Dumbledore." he said, and left quickly.