Unknown Times

Chapter 5

When Harry woke up he felt strange; he was warm and comfortable, two very foreign concepts when waking up. His eyes remained closed for a few minutes thinking; he woke up on his own and not to his aunt banging on the door. Why hadn't he been forced to cook breakfast?

Harry opened his eyes and felt his stomach drop; the memories of the previous day rushed back to him. He remembered that he was lost and wondered what his aunt and uncle were going to do to him. They surely were not going to enjoy him spending the night in a strange place with strange people. He didn't remember how he got to this room; the last thing he remembered was a man buying him a drink in a pub.

He certainly was not in a pub at the moment. He was nestled in make-shift bed on a couch laden with many blankets. He noticed his glasses on a table covered with books and put them on. The rest of the room came into focus. At one end light came from a fireplace, which both illuminated and heated the room.

He was most startled when he looked out from the couch; a woman that he didn't know was asleep. Harry was worried that he was going to awaken and anger her. He sat down staring at her; she seemed very pretty.

Harry also noticed a few plates with food on them and pitchers of what looked like juice with a few glasses. He stared at the plates for awhile; he was hungry but thought that he would get in trouble for eating anything. His eye fell on a note next to the food. Harry's curiosity won for the second time in the past day and he reached out to read it:

Lily-

Good Morning! I hope you had a wonderful rest, and didn't spend too much time worrying about everything. It will work out. I promise.

After our discussion last night at dinner we decided that we would sneak into Hogsmeade and pick up some robes. We won't get caught, don't worry!

We picked this food up from the kitchens this morning. We thought that you and Harry would be hungry. The plates are charmed to refill, so that you can stop worrying and make sure that Harry eats as much as he wants. We noticed that you were complaining about that last night.

Harry was confused; as long as he remembered no one had worried about how much he ate. His aunt often told him that he was too skinny, but never did anything about it, let alone make sure he ate as much as he could.

We didn't get much reading done this morning because we were worried about waking the two of you. I love you.

          - J.P, S.B., R.L., P.P.

These people seemed to care about him, which seemed stranger to him than the content. The content itself was strange enough though this new sensation of people worrying seemed to fill his mind leaving no space to worry about the content. For several minutes Harry stared at the letter; rereading it just to be certain that he had not misread it. It was the rustle of blankets that lifted Harry's letter induced stupor. As quickly and as quietly as he could Harry lay the letter back down on the table and attempted to lie back down on the couch to pretend that he was asleep. Harry waited for a few minutes after he first heard a noise, since the girl had not made any sounds of movement after that. Had he imagined it? Harry desperately searched his mind to think whether people moved while they were asleep. As far as Harry knew was that movement usually meant that his aunt was awake and wanted him to get up.

Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Harry Potter. I am writing this to satisfy my own personal "What-If" fantasies.

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