Harry didn't go to the feast. Dumbledore, of course, had to leave to give
out some announcements, so he left shortly after Sirius died. He gave Harry
a short word of comfort, but Harry was certain they would talk more later.
Suddenly, Harry realized that Ron and Hermione had no idea about Sirius'
death, or even that he was shot at all. How was he going to tell them what
happened? They would be as upset as him. They knew how much Sirius meant to
Harry and they had grown to know Sirius too.
Harry didn't have much of an appetite, so he politely refused the dinner Madam Pomfrey offered him. She looked at him, obviously concerned and very sympathetic. She laid one hand on his shoulder and gave him a small smile.
"You'd better go along to bed, dear." she said comfortingly. "Get a good rest."
Harry nodded. He got up from his seat and gave one last look at Sirius. He felt his eyes beginning to fill up with tears, so he quickly turned and left the hospital wing. Slowly he made his way up to the Gryffindor dormitory. He entered the common room to find Ron and Hermione sitting up waiting for him, the fire slowly dying out in the fireplace. Everyone else had gone to bed. Ron was white and pale, and Hermione looked although she had been crying. Dumbledore must have told them what happened. They were sitting together on the couch, and Ron had his arm around Hermione, looking although he was trying to comfort her. They both noticed Harry immediately when he walked in.
Harry tried to say something, but he choked and no words would come out. Ron got up off the couch and made his way over to Harry. Then he did something he had never done before, and pulled Harry into a tight brotherly hug. At this point, Harry had tears streaming down his face, and hugged back. When they let go, Ron looked at Harry although he was going to say something, but before he could, they heard Hermione sobbing.
"It's not fair," she cried. "You've lost your parents and your godfather. Why you?"
Harry walked over to Hermione and hugged her, searching his mind for something comforting to say.
"It'll be okay." He whispered in her ear, even though he wasn't entirely sure about that.
When he let go, he sat down and none of them said much for awhile. They just sat there in silence, thinking, and eventually fell asleep.
That night, Harry had a strange dream. He dreamt about Sirius, who was trying to tell him something. But every time Sirius got to the important part, there was a flash of green light, and a high pitched, cold laugh. He caught only bits of what Sirius was saying.
"... coming back ... careful ... trust no one ... soon ..." Then there was a loud, sudden burst of green lightning, and Harry woke up in a cold sweat. Oddly enough, his scar wasn't hurting at all. What had that dream meant? Most all of Harry's dreams were true. He tried to guess at filling in the blanks of what Sirius was saying. '... coming back ...'. Who - Voldemort? No, he already knew that he was back. What was going to happen soon? Maybe Sirius knew something about a plan of Voldemort's to capture Harry.
He checked his watch. Half-past seven in the morning, probably much too early to go see Dumbledore. Harry went over all the details of the dream in his mind, trying to decipher what it all meant. He shook his head, very confused. There was too much going through his head already to successfully figure it out just now.
Harry didn't have much of an appetite, so he politely refused the dinner Madam Pomfrey offered him. She looked at him, obviously concerned and very sympathetic. She laid one hand on his shoulder and gave him a small smile.
"You'd better go along to bed, dear." she said comfortingly. "Get a good rest."
Harry nodded. He got up from his seat and gave one last look at Sirius. He felt his eyes beginning to fill up with tears, so he quickly turned and left the hospital wing. Slowly he made his way up to the Gryffindor dormitory. He entered the common room to find Ron and Hermione sitting up waiting for him, the fire slowly dying out in the fireplace. Everyone else had gone to bed. Ron was white and pale, and Hermione looked although she had been crying. Dumbledore must have told them what happened. They were sitting together on the couch, and Ron had his arm around Hermione, looking although he was trying to comfort her. They both noticed Harry immediately when he walked in.
Harry tried to say something, but he choked and no words would come out. Ron got up off the couch and made his way over to Harry. Then he did something he had never done before, and pulled Harry into a tight brotherly hug. At this point, Harry had tears streaming down his face, and hugged back. When they let go, Ron looked at Harry although he was going to say something, but before he could, they heard Hermione sobbing.
"It's not fair," she cried. "You've lost your parents and your godfather. Why you?"
Harry walked over to Hermione and hugged her, searching his mind for something comforting to say.
"It'll be okay." He whispered in her ear, even though he wasn't entirely sure about that.
When he let go, he sat down and none of them said much for awhile. They just sat there in silence, thinking, and eventually fell asleep.
That night, Harry had a strange dream. He dreamt about Sirius, who was trying to tell him something. But every time Sirius got to the important part, there was a flash of green light, and a high pitched, cold laugh. He caught only bits of what Sirius was saying.
"... coming back ... careful ... trust no one ... soon ..." Then there was a loud, sudden burst of green lightning, and Harry woke up in a cold sweat. Oddly enough, his scar wasn't hurting at all. What had that dream meant? Most all of Harry's dreams were true. He tried to guess at filling in the blanks of what Sirius was saying. '... coming back ...'. Who - Voldemort? No, he already knew that he was back. What was going to happen soon? Maybe Sirius knew something about a plan of Voldemort's to capture Harry.
He checked his watch. Half-past seven in the morning, probably much too early to go see Dumbledore. Harry went over all the details of the dream in his mind, trying to decipher what it all meant. He shook his head, very confused. There was too much going through his head already to successfully figure it out just now.