::sleeping…sleeping…sleeping:: Uh! Oh, what? No, You'd want J.K.Rowling, she's the one who owns HP. Great. Have a nice day ::sleeping…snoring…sleeping::
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Harry sat in the hospital wing, weak from vomiting. Tomorrow's gonna suck, he thought. Just then, Hermione, Ron, and Andrea pulled back the curtain next to his bed, "SURPRISE!" Harry flicked them off and they all broke down laughing.
"We just came up from dinner to visit our favorite little drunkard," Hermione said.
"Yes," Andy added, "You, know I'm very disappointed in you..."
"Oh, not you too," Harry moaned.
"Yes, you didn't even bother to share? Hand it over!" Harry couldn't help but laugh.
"No, I'm serious, give it."
"Ok, ok," Harry took the flask out of the pocket of his jacket hanging next to his bed and handed it to her. She took one quick swig and handed it back.
"How're you feeling," Ron asked.
"Terrible. I probably should have listened to Hermione...did I just say that?" everyone but Hermione laughed.
"Well," Andy began, "your first mistake was drinking in the middle of the fucking day. Believe me, schools go by the don't ask, don't tell, policy, but if they have to drag you home… I think they don't have to ask."
Harry scowled at her, "yes, I realized"
"Well, I'm just telling you, for future reference…"
"Ok, well, sorry to abandon you," Hermione looked down at her watch, "but we're gonna go. We'll see you later, I hope." Harry waved goodbye to them and sank back in his bed.
"Well, well, some things never change do they." A voice behind the other curtain made Harry jump.
"Erm, who's there?" The curtain pulled back and Malfoy was sitting on the bed next to Harry's. His right arm was bleeding.
"Potter, potter, drunk, are we?".
"Not anymore… What the fuck happened to you?"
"Just a minor incident… but whatever the hell's been going on here is really starting to piss me off."
Harry looked at Malfoy's arm for a moment before speaking. "What do you mean by 'some things never change'"
"Oh, nothing, just that once again, here's the great Harry Potter; ill. And once again all his companions have come to comfort him."
"Ron and Hermione are my friends."
"Yes, I know, those two, but I would have expected better from Andie."
Harry took one more look at the gash on Draco's arm before turning away.
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It was very late when Harry finally returned to the Gryffindor common room. To his surprise, Ron, Hermione, and Andrea where still awake.
"Why aren't you guys asleep?" Harry climbed through the portrait hole.
"Waiting for you, or something," mumbled Andy.
"What've you been doing all this time."
"Talking," said Ron, "Yeah, so Andy, Why aren't you going home for break. I mean, you seem to miss it, and won't your mum and dad miss you?"
"I guess," she muttered, "but it would be too difficult anyway."
"You've never really told us about your mum," Hermione mentioned.
"There's nothing to tell."
"Sure there is, go on," Ron urged.
"I don't know her," Andie replied quickly
"Oh, I'm sorry," Hermione said.
"Don't be, its not your fault is it? She left us, it doesn't really matter anymore."
As they began to leave the common room, something came to Harry's mind, "Was that what started your powers, finding that out?" he whispered. She paused for a moment before answering.
"Uh, yeah"
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Harry walked along the corridors that night, he was tired, but he couldn't sleep. He didn't care if he got in trouble, for once, he wasn't trying to sneak around. He had just been thinking.
"Who's there?" a voice came from behind a slightly open door. He was obviously making more noise than he meant to. The door slowly creaked all the way open. It was professor Lupin.
"Oh, Harry, It's you."
Harry swallowed, "I suppose that I'm going to get in trouble for being out of bed so late."
"No," he smiled weakly, "this'll be our little secret." He winked and motioned for Harry to join him in his office. Harry sat down across from him at the desk.
"Would you like some butterbeer," Lupin pulled a bottle out of his desk drawer.
"Sure, why not," Harry immediately went to pull the flask out of his inside pocket, but then stopped himself.. He took a sip of the butterbeer, he had forgotten how it had tasted on its own.
"So, what brings you here so late at night," Lupin looked at him in the same way Andie did, the look that seemed to peer right into him and read him.
"I just couldn't sleep, I have a lot on my mind," Harry suddenly lowered his voice, though no one else was there to hear them, "Andie told me about how she got her powers."
"Oh," said Lupin solemnly, "so she's told you about the power. That's interesting, she doesn't tell many people about that, and I didn't even think she knew how she'd gotten them. We'd always tried to avoid telling her why because we thought it might bring back memories… she would have trouble dealing with that."
"Yes I can understand why."
Lupin nodded in agreement, "Yes, it was quite traumatizing you know. She was the only one at home when it happened."
"When her mother--"
"Yes," interrupted Lupin, "it would have been quite a frightening scene for anyone, let alone a child"
"What would have?" Harry asked.
"The suicide."
Harry was quite sure his heart stopped for a moment. When Lupin saw the look on Harry's face, he became quite panicked.
"Oh, dear, she didn't tell you. I shouldn't have said anything."
"She, she told me her mother left," Harry stuttered.
"Yes, she tells people that. Hell, she's almost convinced herself of it I suppose, but she still has those dreams of finding the body…"
"Maybe I should go," Harry said hoarsely. He opened the door stiffly and came face to face with a gloomy looking Malfoy.
"What are you doing here," Harry hissed.
"I was out to get something to eat in the kitchens," he said rather dully. He was looking towards Harry, but not at him.
"Did you..."
"I heard, Potter, I heard."
