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Harry awoke alone in Ron's room, bright sunlight filling the room.
Harry sat up blearly, looking and feeling around for his glasses. Eventually he found them, and put them on. He hadn't bothered to change his clothes the night before, so he just headed down the many stairs to the Weasley kitchen.
He encountered Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen alone, bustling around as usual.
"Oh, hello, Harry, dear," she said. "Here, have some breakfast." She pointed to the table, where there was a lone plate filled with eggs and sausages.
"Where is everyone?" Harry asked.
"Oh!" said Mrs. Weasley. "They're outside playing Quidditch. Eat your breakfast, now, then you can go out with them."
Harry sat down and ate a bit of his breakfast.
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley, I'm full," he said after a couple of minutes, having eaten hardly any of his breakfast, and he dashed upstairs to get his Firebolt and join the Weasleys and Hermione.
He made his way outside, and met the rest of them playing Quidditch.
"Hey, Harry!" said George, spotting Harry down on the ground. Fred and Ron stopped in midair to look down at him, and Ginny tried to, but she wasn't a particularly skilled flyer. Hermione tried to as well, but her broom sort of wobbled, so she just held on tight and focused on that. Flying, like chess, wasn't her strong suit.
"Come on up, Harry, I need you on my team, it's me, Hermione, and Ginny against them!" Ron shouted down to him. Harry mounted his broom, and went up.
Harry noticed as he was flying up to meet them that the sun was high up in the sky.
"Hey, Ron, what time is it?" Harry asked. Ron looked at his watch.
"Getting on three. Anyway, Harry, with them on my team," he tilted his head in the direction of the struggling Hermione and Ginny, "we're about done for. We're losing like mad. 110 to nothing it's at now. You gotta help us."
Harry nodded and flew away, thinking. Three... I've been asleep almost a whole day! I fell asleep about five yesterday. Was that the sleeping potion? Or was that me? I hope I don't sleep like that all the time...
They stopped playing Quidditch three hours later, when Mrs. Weasley called them all in for dinner. The final score was 230-210, in favor of Harry's team.
The nine of them sat down to dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and Harry. After dinner Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Harry all played Exploding Snap before heading up to bed.
Harry took a shower and changed into pajamas before walking into Ron's room to sleep. He saw Ron and Hermione talking quietly to one another, but they abruptly stopped when he entered the room.
"Oh, Harry, you're going to bed, I'll tell Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said, and she disappeared.
"What was that all about?" Harry asked Ron.
"Oh, nothing," said Ron, looking down and blushing.
Harry sat on his cot, feeling strangely tired. I slept so long... why am I tired? Mrs. Weasley appeared at the door, with a goblet of dreamless sleep potion in her hands.
"Here you go, dear," she said, handing Harry the goblet. "Drink it all, go on."
Harry felt a pang of guilt. I'm so much trouble to have around! They don't really need to do all this for me... although I'd be lost without it.
He drank a bit of potion, and felt a warm drowsiness come over him. He lay back, letting it take him in. He didn't finish drinking the potion; he was afraid of sleeping so long again. I'll be all right without so much.
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Harry woke with a start, covered in cold sweat. Did I just scream? He noticed his violently orange surroundings and remembered with horror where he was. If I just screamed, and Ron heard me...
Harry looked around frantically, but, thankfully, no one was in the room. Harry only now hoped his voice hadn't carried downstairs.
Harry got up, grabbed some clothes, and went to take a shower. He shivered as the cold water poured over him, waking him up.
He had dremt about Cedric's death. Re-lived Cedric's death. I know I caused it. It's all my fault. If I hadn't told him to take the Cup...
Harry let his thoughts dwell on this for about an hour, before finally forcing himself to go downstairs.
Again, the kitchen was empty except for Mrs. Weasley, who forced him to eat a bit of his breakfast before meeting up with Ron and Hermione outside.
"Hey Harry," said Ron and Hermione. It was a hot day, and they were sitting in the shade under a large tree. Harry, however, felt cold.
Harry sat in the sun a little away from Hermione and Ron, his thoughts returning to Cedric's death.
I caused his death, it was all my fault, no matter what anyone tried to tell me last year after it happened. I caused Cedric to die, and I caused Voldemort to return. It's all my fault. And now with the Weasleys... I'm endangering them just by being here. And they go through so much trouble for me... it's not fair to them. I don't deserve any of this. What do they get in return? Nothing, just a lot of trouble is all. And back with the Dursleys... they never wanted me there, they never wanted to take care of me...
Harry's mind continued thinking of all these things for quite awhile, Ron and Hermione talking quietly near him, thinking it best to let him be for awhile. Eventually, Harry got *so* carried away with his thoughts that he didn't even notice himself falling asleep.
Harry was in someone's kitchen... an older couple was having lunch. Suddenly, some figures with the hoods of thier cloaks covering their faces appeared in the room next to them.
The woman screamed, the man yelled, and a high, cold voice called out from under the middle hood.
"Crucio!"
The man fell to the floor, screaming in pain. Harry's scar was burning, but Harry did not cry out.
A Death Eater near Voldemort now said "Crucio!" and the woman was on the floor, screaming in pain as well. The screaming was filling Harry's ears, all three of them were in agony, the man, the woman, and Harry himself. It was terrible, just awful.
"Harry, Harry, wake up," came an urgent voice from above him.
Harry opened his eyes and looked up into Hermione's face, with Ron hovering behind her.
"You all right?" Ron asked.
Oh no, oh no, oh no, I was dreaming, they're here....
"You fell asleep," Hermione said softly to him. "I thought you might be having a nightmare, and so I woke you up."
Harry didn't know what to say. He didn't think he'd cried out this time, which was good.
He gave her a small smile of thanks.
They all sat, Ron and Hermione were now quiet, every now and then glancing nervously, concernedly, sympathetically at Harry. It made Harry feel uncomfortable. And them seeing him like that... it made him feel ashamed.
His mind was still on the dream, however. He knew for sure what would have come next. But since when had Voldemort become active in the daytime?
All my fault, it's all my fault, Harry thought miserably to himself. All of this, everything. Cedric... Voldemort... The Weasleys caring so much, they don't need to worry about me like this. Ron, Hermione. They shouldn't *have* to worry like this.
"Harry! Hermione! Ron! It's time for lunch!" Mrs. Weasley called from the house.
"Coming Mum!" Ron called back to her, and the three of them got up and started walking back into the house. Harry walked slightly behind the other two, and put a hand in his pocket, feeling the knife that Sirius had given him.
And it was decided.
I'm doing it tonight.
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Harry awoke alone in Ron's room, bright sunlight filling the room.
Harry sat up blearly, looking and feeling around for his glasses. Eventually he found them, and put them on. He hadn't bothered to change his clothes the night before, so he just headed down the many stairs to the Weasley kitchen.
He encountered Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen alone, bustling around as usual.
"Oh, hello, Harry, dear," she said. "Here, have some breakfast." She pointed to the table, where there was a lone plate filled with eggs and sausages.
"Where is everyone?" Harry asked.
"Oh!" said Mrs. Weasley. "They're outside playing Quidditch. Eat your breakfast, now, then you can go out with them."
Harry sat down and ate a bit of his breakfast.
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley, I'm full," he said after a couple of minutes, having eaten hardly any of his breakfast, and he dashed upstairs to get his Firebolt and join the Weasleys and Hermione.
He made his way outside, and met the rest of them playing Quidditch.
"Hey, Harry!" said George, spotting Harry down on the ground. Fred and Ron stopped in midair to look down at him, and Ginny tried to, but she wasn't a particularly skilled flyer. Hermione tried to as well, but her broom sort of wobbled, so she just held on tight and focused on that. Flying, like chess, wasn't her strong suit.
"Come on up, Harry, I need you on my team, it's me, Hermione, and Ginny against them!" Ron shouted down to him. Harry mounted his broom, and went up.
Harry noticed as he was flying up to meet them that the sun was high up in the sky.
"Hey, Ron, what time is it?" Harry asked. Ron looked at his watch.
"Getting on three. Anyway, Harry, with them on my team," he tilted his head in the direction of the struggling Hermione and Ginny, "we're about done for. We're losing like mad. 110 to nothing it's at now. You gotta help us."
Harry nodded and flew away, thinking. Three... I've been asleep almost a whole day! I fell asleep about five yesterday. Was that the sleeping potion? Or was that me? I hope I don't sleep like that all the time...
They stopped playing Quidditch three hours later, when Mrs. Weasley called them all in for dinner. The final score was 230-210, in favor of Harry's team.
The nine of them sat down to dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and Harry. After dinner Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Harry all played Exploding Snap before heading up to bed.
Harry took a shower and changed into pajamas before walking into Ron's room to sleep. He saw Ron and Hermione talking quietly to one another, but they abruptly stopped when he entered the room.
"Oh, Harry, you're going to bed, I'll tell Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said, and she disappeared.
"What was that all about?" Harry asked Ron.
"Oh, nothing," said Ron, looking down and blushing.
Harry sat on his cot, feeling strangely tired. I slept so long... why am I tired? Mrs. Weasley appeared at the door, with a goblet of dreamless sleep potion in her hands.
"Here you go, dear," she said, handing Harry the goblet. "Drink it all, go on."
Harry felt a pang of guilt. I'm so much trouble to have around! They don't really need to do all this for me... although I'd be lost without it.
He drank a bit of potion, and felt a warm drowsiness come over him. He lay back, letting it take him in. He didn't finish drinking the potion; he was afraid of sleeping so long again. I'll be all right without so much.
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Harry woke with a start, covered in cold sweat. Did I just scream? He noticed his violently orange surroundings and remembered with horror where he was. If I just screamed, and Ron heard me...
Harry looked around frantically, but, thankfully, no one was in the room. Harry only now hoped his voice hadn't carried downstairs.
Harry got up, grabbed some clothes, and went to take a shower. He shivered as the cold water poured over him, waking him up.
He had dremt about Cedric's death. Re-lived Cedric's death. I know I caused it. It's all my fault. If I hadn't told him to take the Cup...
Harry let his thoughts dwell on this for about an hour, before finally forcing himself to go downstairs.
Again, the kitchen was empty except for Mrs. Weasley, who forced him to eat a bit of his breakfast before meeting up with Ron and Hermione outside.
"Hey Harry," said Ron and Hermione. It was a hot day, and they were sitting in the shade under a large tree. Harry, however, felt cold.
Harry sat in the sun a little away from Hermione and Ron, his thoughts returning to Cedric's death.
I caused his death, it was all my fault, no matter what anyone tried to tell me last year after it happened. I caused Cedric to die, and I caused Voldemort to return. It's all my fault. And now with the Weasleys... I'm endangering them just by being here. And they go through so much trouble for me... it's not fair to them. I don't deserve any of this. What do they get in return? Nothing, just a lot of trouble is all. And back with the Dursleys... they never wanted me there, they never wanted to take care of me...
Harry's mind continued thinking of all these things for quite awhile, Ron and Hermione talking quietly near him, thinking it best to let him be for awhile. Eventually, Harry got *so* carried away with his thoughts that he didn't even notice himself falling asleep.
Harry was in someone's kitchen... an older couple was having lunch. Suddenly, some figures with the hoods of thier cloaks covering their faces appeared in the room next to them.
The woman screamed, the man yelled, and a high, cold voice called out from under the middle hood.
"Crucio!"
The man fell to the floor, screaming in pain. Harry's scar was burning, but Harry did not cry out.
A Death Eater near Voldemort now said "Crucio!" and the woman was on the floor, screaming in pain as well. The screaming was filling Harry's ears, all three of them were in agony, the man, the woman, and Harry himself. It was terrible, just awful.
"Harry, Harry, wake up," came an urgent voice from above him.
Harry opened his eyes and looked up into Hermione's face, with Ron hovering behind her.
"You all right?" Ron asked.
Oh no, oh no, oh no, I was dreaming, they're here....
"You fell asleep," Hermione said softly to him. "I thought you might be having a nightmare, and so I woke you up."
Harry didn't know what to say. He didn't think he'd cried out this time, which was good.
He gave her a small smile of thanks.
They all sat, Ron and Hermione were now quiet, every now and then glancing nervously, concernedly, sympathetically at Harry. It made Harry feel uncomfortable. And them seeing him like that... it made him feel ashamed.
His mind was still on the dream, however. He knew for sure what would have come next. But since when had Voldemort become active in the daytime?
All my fault, it's all my fault, Harry thought miserably to himself. All of this, everything. Cedric... Voldemort... The Weasleys caring so much, they don't need to worry about me like this. Ron, Hermione. They shouldn't *have* to worry like this.
"Harry! Hermione! Ron! It's time for lunch!" Mrs. Weasley called from the house.
"Coming Mum!" Ron called back to her, and the three of them got up and started walking back into the house. Harry walked slightly behind the other two, and put a hand in his pocket, feeling the knife that Sirius had given him.
And it was decided.
I'm doing it tonight.