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the wonder woman of the modern age.
Harry Potter woke up feeling groggy. What a night, he thought. Hedwig, in her cage, made a small peep. "Ok, girl, I'll let you out." Harry whispered. After all, he didn't want to wake up Ron. Just in case, whipped his head around to see the "sleeping beauty". Ron's flaming red hair was just visible in the moonlight, and his millions of freckles each giving him an appearance of a celestial body. "OK, Hedwig, go on out. See if you can bring me anything from Sirius." It seemed, though, that Harry wasn't quiet enough, because Ron's low voice said, "Harry, what're you doing? It's 3:30 in the morning!" Harry quickly replied, "Go back to sleep Ron," as he popped an acetaminophen into his mouth, and swallowed. "Scar hurting again?" "Yea. Not bad though." Harry's voice was shaky, as Ron immediately noticed. "OK, Harry, what's up?" He said while sitting up in bed and turning on the lamp. "Nothing, Ron. Just worried about Hermione. Had a bad dream, though." "Yea, I'm worried about her too." Ron's face, even in the dark, looked a bit red. Harry smiled to himself; it had been 2 months since Ron and Hermione had begun to date, and both finally revealed their true feelings. "What was your dream?" After all, Dumbledore said to keep him posted on all of Harry's dreams, or if he's feeling depressed. Nothing really so far. "Well, Voldemort-", Ron shuddered at the name. "Rose, and, was, well, he and Wormatail (Harry referred to Peter Pettigrew by his nickname) were discussing another plan. He was crushing rocks to dust with his new hand, and Nagini, the snake, was eating something. Voldemort was telling Wormtail that he wanted me dead. And, he was going to finally get me this year. Ron, don't repeat this to anyone, but, I'm scared." Now Ron was stunned. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was scared? "You want me to do anything, Harry?" Harry smiled at his best friend. He couldn't help it, there he was, at 3:30 in the morning, tousle-haired, and ears sticking out, asking if Harry needs help, on matters that didn't concern him. "I could get Mum, or Fred and George, or even Ginny if you want me to." "Actually, Ron, that sounds good. I need a family right about now. Thanks, mate." So, up Ron got, and went into Fred and George's room, Ginny's and his Mum's, woke them up, and all of them came in with tea, milk, and Ginger Snaps. "Oh, Harry dear, we're here." Said Mrs. Weasley, Ron's mother. She went over to him and gave him a big hug 'round the shoulders. And Ginny, now thirteen, added," We brought tea." Harry smiled. This was home. This was his family. He and the Weasleys stayed up till dawn watching Fred and George perform magic tricks, and Harry not knowing that at that very moment, the evil Lord Voldemort was watching him.
A/N: I'm not very good at this, you know, and it is my first fan fiction, so, if you like it, review, if you don't, review. Thank you.
Harry Potter woke up feeling groggy. What a night, he thought. Hedwig, in her cage, made a small peep. "Ok, girl, I'll let you out." Harry whispered. After all, he didn't want to wake up Ron. Just in case, whipped his head around to see the "sleeping beauty". Ron's flaming red hair was just visible in the moonlight, and his millions of freckles each giving him an appearance of a celestial body. "OK, Hedwig, go on out. See if you can bring me anything from Sirius." It seemed, though, that Harry wasn't quiet enough, because Ron's low voice said, "Harry, what're you doing? It's 3:30 in the morning!" Harry quickly replied, "Go back to sleep Ron," as he popped an acetaminophen into his mouth, and swallowed. "Scar hurting again?" "Yea. Not bad though." Harry's voice was shaky, as Ron immediately noticed. "OK, Harry, what's up?" He said while sitting up in bed and turning on the lamp. "Nothing, Ron. Just worried about Hermione. Had a bad dream, though." "Yea, I'm worried about her too." Ron's face, even in the dark, looked a bit red. Harry smiled to himself; it had been 2 months since Ron and Hermione had begun to date, and both finally revealed their true feelings. "What was your dream?" After all, Dumbledore said to keep him posted on all of Harry's dreams, or if he's feeling depressed. Nothing really so far. "Well, Voldemort-", Ron shuddered at the name. "Rose, and, was, well, he and Wormatail (Harry referred to Peter Pettigrew by his nickname) were discussing another plan. He was crushing rocks to dust with his new hand, and Nagini, the snake, was eating something. Voldemort was telling Wormtail that he wanted me dead. And, he was going to finally get me this year. Ron, don't repeat this to anyone, but, I'm scared." Now Ron was stunned. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was scared? "You want me to do anything, Harry?" Harry smiled at his best friend. He couldn't help it, there he was, at 3:30 in the morning, tousle-haired, and ears sticking out, asking if Harry needs help, on matters that didn't concern him. "I could get Mum, or Fred and George, or even Ginny if you want me to." "Actually, Ron, that sounds good. I need a family right about now. Thanks, mate." So, up Ron got, and went into Fred and George's room, Ginny's and his Mum's, woke them up, and all of them came in with tea, milk, and Ginger Snaps. "Oh, Harry dear, we're here." Said Mrs. Weasley, Ron's mother. She went over to him and gave him a big hug 'round the shoulders. And Ginny, now thirteen, added," We brought tea." Harry smiled. This was home. This was his family. He and the Weasleys stayed up till dawn watching Fred and George perform magic tricks, and Harry not knowing that at that very moment, the evil Lord Voldemort was watching him.
A/N: I'm not very good at this, you know, and it is my first fan fiction, so, if you like it, review, if you don't, review. Thank you.
