A/N: Hey guys!! I don't own n e thing, so don't try to sue me. Hm... Oh, if you get a little confused by this chapter, don't worry. Everything will make sense once it gets explained in other chapters. I'm not just gonna leave ya hanging. So, I'm gonna shut up and I'll see ya at the bottom!
He woke up to whispers. There were three-no four people, he figured. He kept quiet, listening to the anxious voices.
"Are you sure this is his room?" the voice sounded vaguely familiar Harry didn't have enough strength to think, however.
"Of course I know!" It was silent for a few more moments before another voice, one that seemed to be scared, spoke.
"There-blood." Harry inwardly groaned. Great. The secret was out. Their hero was now going to be known as defenseless. Why did his head itch so much? He reached his hand up to his head and brought it back down in front of his face. It was hard to see in the dark, but there was no mistake that although he may not see it, Harry could feel it. The blood was coming from his head.
"Hermoine, it can't be his-" the other broke off and Harry nearly had a heart attack. He knew those people! He had to try to get them to notice him. But his weak arms and broken body had other ideas.
Harry began to try and get his body up or closer to the closet entrance so his arm could reach the door to bang and make some noise. He was so worried about getting their attention he hadn't noticed they had begun talking again. But he heard what they said and stopped in shock.
"We'll have to get back. Mom'll be up soon. I guess we just write to Dumbledore and-" but the boy didn't have time to finish because Harry had reached the door and hit it.
Silence.
Then-
"Fred-open that."
Light.
Gasps.
"Harry!"
"Hey guys."
"Blimey, Harry! Look at you!" Harry grinned, embarrassed
"WHAT'S ALL THIS RACKET?" his uncle was up. Harry sprang up in surprise and nearly choked from lack of oxygen and his cracked ribs burned in pain.
"Get out! He'll find you!" Harry was wide-eyed and pushed his friends towards the door.
"No way, Harry Potter. You're coming," and without enough time to respond, Harry had been dragged down the stairs and thrown into the fireplace with Hermoine who shouted 'The Burrow' just as she saw Harry's uncle coming down the stairs, angrier then Harry had ever seen before.
Before Harry opened his eyes, he tried thinking about why it felt so warm around him. Something had happened, he remembered that much. Just what exactly it was, took a few moments until it registered.
They had saved him. They had come and saved him. he wasn't going to die anymore. No more Vernon until next summer. He could bear the pain now. Just as long as he had his friends. He almost snorted at how corny that sounded, but he kept it in as he began to hear, for the first time sincehe woke up, that there were people talking.
"Great! That lug almost killed me! And it wouldn't of been hard. All he had to do was sit on me. Honestly. He smelled awful."
"Fred! be more serious!"
"Mother! Are you suggesting that I'm not telling the truth?" Harry could almost the face Fred was making. He had seen that face many times before, especially when the twins were talking to their mother. Harry wanted to open his eyes.
"Shh! He's waking up."
Harry squinted at the bright light that poured onto his face. Groaning, Harry lifted himself up and yawned.
"H-Harry?" Harry had fallen back realizing he didn't have enough strength to hold himself up. He looked up into the face of Hermoine who was leaning over him.
"Hey. Sorry, just forgot." He shook his head trying to get his eyes more in focus.
"Forget?! Blimey, Harry! How do you forget something like that?" Harry turned his head towards the raving red-head and grinned.
"Guess he knocked me out one too many times," Harry rubbed the back of his next; it was becoming a habit when he was uneasy.
"You should have told us Harry." The voice was cold and dead serious. Harry knew that voice and regretted he ever came out of that closet.
"Hey Sirius!" Harry grinned at his godfather, but he didn't return the grin. "Are you ok?"
"Just fine, Harry ." There was something terribly wrong with the way Sirius was speaking. A man next to Sirius raised a hand and put it on Sirius's shoulder.
"Not now, Padfoot. Not now." Something clicked in Harry's brain and he grinned widely.
"Professor Lupin!" he nearly screamed it and it made the man smile at his eagerness.
"Just Remus, Harry." Harry beamed at his old professor as old memories came back to him. Harry frowned at his thoughts and he recalled everything that had happened that summer. He wasn't sure why he had forgotten, but he remembered most of the summer now. And why he was here.
Forgetting that everyone was staring at him and forgetting that heroes don't sing, Harry began humming the song again quietly.
"Uh-Harry?" Harry snapped out of his memories and looked startled at Ron.
'Can I sit here?'
'Don't say the name!'
'Oh, Harry! He's jealous!'
'Caught on, have you?'
'Harry-Harry-HARRY!'
"Whoa-What?" He looked around at everyone, his eyebrows raised in surprise.
"Hey, you were zoning out again," Harry nodded and ran a hand through his hair.
"Ron-were we...I mean, me and you, did we have a fight last year? At school?" Harry looked confused as he remembered vaguely
"Harry? What are you talking about? You were there!" Ron said. He looked at Harry like he was crazy.
"But," he looked at Sirius who's face was looking worried now to Remus who was walking forward, "I can't remember." It was too much to handle. Harry blacked out.
A/N: So???? What did you think?! Good, bad, ok?? Well, you know how you can tell me, don't ya? BY REVIEWING!! You know, I now have 3 more reviews then last time... Maybe my begging did help... So, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!! I promise that I'll love you forever. Just, no flames. They tend to annoy me and I could get very angry. Believe me. You do NOT want a angry Corie. *cough* right. Um, I think I've finally lost it. Here are thanks to the reviewers!
Anonymous: You realize, I can't give you an award now, don't you?! I don't know your name!! Lol. I'm ok, really. I'm SO glad you like my story!!!(I wasn't too sure, myself.) Don't worry. I can't stand leaving Harry in those kinds of situations, myself. Thanks again for reviewing!! (and if you have any ideas 4 the story, tell me!!)
Lynds: *backs away slowly and cautiously* Uh, no camels, huh? We don't wanna hurt the author....She might get tramatized for the rest of her life, and then the sotry will never continue! *gasps* what would we do without it?! Lol. I'm just kidding...Uh, it's great to have threats like that!!!...I think.... It gets me going... Although, I do think this has been the first camel threat....interesting... Anyways! I'm excited u like my story! Thanks 4 reviewing, and feel free to give me some camel-free tips sometime!
Lupus: Alright! I'm adding this chapter!!! Hope you like.... Does it reach your approval?! *coughs* ummm...I'm really ok. I'm really not always this scary......I think....Ok, well thanks for reviewing! I love you forever! If ya have n e tips, tell me and I'll get back to ya!!!
He woke up to whispers. There were three-no four people, he figured. He kept quiet, listening to the anxious voices.
"Are you sure this is his room?" the voice sounded vaguely familiar Harry didn't have enough strength to think, however.
"Of course I know!" It was silent for a few more moments before another voice, one that seemed to be scared, spoke.
"There-blood." Harry inwardly groaned. Great. The secret was out. Their hero was now going to be known as defenseless. Why did his head itch so much? He reached his hand up to his head and brought it back down in front of his face. It was hard to see in the dark, but there was no mistake that although he may not see it, Harry could feel it. The blood was coming from his head.
"Hermoine, it can't be his-" the other broke off and Harry nearly had a heart attack. He knew those people! He had to try to get them to notice him. But his weak arms and broken body had other ideas.
Harry began to try and get his body up or closer to the closet entrance so his arm could reach the door to bang and make some noise. He was so worried about getting their attention he hadn't noticed they had begun talking again. But he heard what they said and stopped in shock.
"We'll have to get back. Mom'll be up soon. I guess we just write to Dumbledore and-" but the boy didn't have time to finish because Harry had reached the door and hit it.
Silence.
Then-
"Fred-open that."
Light.
Gasps.
"Harry!"
"Hey guys."
"Blimey, Harry! Look at you!" Harry grinned, embarrassed
"WHAT'S ALL THIS RACKET?" his uncle was up. Harry sprang up in surprise and nearly choked from lack of oxygen and his cracked ribs burned in pain.
"Get out! He'll find you!" Harry was wide-eyed and pushed his friends towards the door.
"No way, Harry Potter. You're coming," and without enough time to respond, Harry had been dragged down the stairs and thrown into the fireplace with Hermoine who shouted 'The Burrow' just as she saw Harry's uncle coming down the stairs, angrier then Harry had ever seen before.
Before Harry opened his eyes, he tried thinking about why it felt so warm around him. Something had happened, he remembered that much. Just what exactly it was, took a few moments until it registered.
They had saved him. They had come and saved him. he wasn't going to die anymore. No more Vernon until next summer. He could bear the pain now. Just as long as he had his friends. He almost snorted at how corny that sounded, but he kept it in as he began to hear, for the first time sincehe woke up, that there were people talking.
"Great! That lug almost killed me! And it wouldn't of been hard. All he had to do was sit on me. Honestly. He smelled awful."
"Fred! be more serious!"
"Mother! Are you suggesting that I'm not telling the truth?" Harry could almost the face Fred was making. He had seen that face many times before, especially when the twins were talking to their mother. Harry wanted to open his eyes.
"Shh! He's waking up."
Harry squinted at the bright light that poured onto his face. Groaning, Harry lifted himself up and yawned.
"H-Harry?" Harry had fallen back realizing he didn't have enough strength to hold himself up. He looked up into the face of Hermoine who was leaning over him.
"Hey. Sorry, just forgot." He shook his head trying to get his eyes more in focus.
"Forget?! Blimey, Harry! How do you forget something like that?" Harry turned his head towards the raving red-head and grinned.
"Guess he knocked me out one too many times," Harry rubbed the back of his next; it was becoming a habit when he was uneasy.
"You should have told us Harry." The voice was cold and dead serious. Harry knew that voice and regretted he ever came out of that closet.
"Hey Sirius!" Harry grinned at his godfather, but he didn't return the grin. "Are you ok?"
"Just fine, Harry ." There was something terribly wrong with the way Sirius was speaking. A man next to Sirius raised a hand and put it on Sirius's shoulder.
"Not now, Padfoot. Not now." Something clicked in Harry's brain and he grinned widely.
"Professor Lupin!" he nearly screamed it and it made the man smile at his eagerness.
"Just Remus, Harry." Harry beamed at his old professor as old memories came back to him. Harry frowned at his thoughts and he recalled everything that had happened that summer. He wasn't sure why he had forgotten, but he remembered most of the summer now. And why he was here.
Forgetting that everyone was staring at him and forgetting that heroes don't sing, Harry began humming the song again quietly.
"Uh-Harry?" Harry snapped out of his memories and looked startled at Ron.
'Can I sit here?'
'Don't say the name!'
'Oh, Harry! He's jealous!'
'Caught on, have you?'
'Harry-Harry-HARRY!'
"Whoa-What?" He looked around at everyone, his eyebrows raised in surprise.
"Hey, you were zoning out again," Harry nodded and ran a hand through his hair.
"Ron-were we...I mean, me and you, did we have a fight last year? At school?" Harry looked confused as he remembered vaguely
"Harry? What are you talking about? You were there!" Ron said. He looked at Harry like he was crazy.
"But," he looked at Sirius who's face was looking worried now to Remus who was walking forward, "I can't remember." It was too much to handle. Harry blacked out.
A/N: So???? What did you think?! Good, bad, ok?? Well, you know how you can tell me, don't ya? BY REVIEWING!! You know, I now have 3 more reviews then last time... Maybe my begging did help... So, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!! I promise that I'll love you forever. Just, no flames. They tend to annoy me and I could get very angry. Believe me. You do NOT want a angry Corie. *cough* right. Um, I think I've finally lost it. Here are thanks to the reviewers!
Anonymous: You realize, I can't give you an award now, don't you?! I don't know your name!! Lol. I'm ok, really. I'm SO glad you like my story!!!(I wasn't too sure, myself.) Don't worry. I can't stand leaving Harry in those kinds of situations, myself. Thanks again for reviewing!! (and if you have any ideas 4 the story, tell me!!)
Lynds: *backs away slowly and cautiously* Uh, no camels, huh? We don't wanna hurt the author....She might get tramatized for the rest of her life, and then the sotry will never continue! *gasps* what would we do without it?! Lol. I'm just kidding...Uh, it's great to have threats like that!!!...I think.... It gets me going... Although, I do think this has been the first camel threat....interesting... Anyways! I'm excited u like my story! Thanks 4 reviewing, and feel free to give me some camel-free tips sometime!
Lupus: Alright! I'm adding this chapter!!! Hope you like.... Does it reach your approval?! *coughs* ummm...I'm really ok. I'm really not always this scary......I think....Ok, well thanks for reviewing! I love you forever! If ya have n e tips, tell me and I'll get back to ya!!!