Harry just looked up at Lupin, Tonks and Moody and sat back down.
'Fine. I'll go back to Grimmauld Place.' Harry said unwillingly. He picked
up his suitcase and touched the Portkey that Lupin had brought with him. He
felt that familiar sensation that he was being pulled by his nose. The next
thing he saw was the kitchen in Grimmauld Place and Mrs Weasley rushing
toward shim to give him a hug.
'Oh, Harry dear. Are you all right? Look at the state of you. What are those Muggles like, eh? Starving you.' Mrs Weasley said staring at the bruise on Harry's eye.
'I'm all right, Mrs Weasley. Is Ron and Hermione here?' Harry asked
'Yes, they're in Ron's room.' She answered
'Thanks.' Harry said and he picked up his trunk and walked up the stairs. He opened the door and walked in. He saw Ron and Ginny having a game of Chess and Hermione sitting with a book open on her lap. She looked up and saw Harry carrying his trunk. She put the book beside her and ran towards him. She hugged him tight, so tight that he could hardly breathe.
'Hermione, I can't.breathe.' He managed to say.
'Sorry, how have you been? What happened to your eye?' Hermione said letting Harry go.
'I'm fine.' Harry said pretending that he hadn't heard the second question.
'What happened to your eye, though?' Hermione asked again.
'Nothing.' He said simply.
'Don't lie, come on Harry, you can tell us.' Hermione said.
'Fine, my Uncle Vernon hit me. You better not tell anyone.' Harry said a bit angry.
'You've gotta tell Dumbledore. He'd want to know about something like this.' Hermione said.
'Well, I don't want him to know. This was the worst summer ever. I was locked in my room because I tried to fight back when my Uncle Vernon and Cousin Dudley were beating me up. I had these reoccurring dreams where everyone was blaming me for their deaths. You were right, I am always 'acting the hero' and wish that I didn't know as I have lost the person who was like a father to me.' Harry said turning to face the other way, close to tears.
'Oh, Harry. I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry. I won't tell anyone, I promise. I shouldn't have said that you were always 'acting the hero', its just that you care about everyone.' Hermione said, tears rolling down her face. Harry turned around and stared at Hermione. He suddenly didn't feel well. He felt as if someone had whacked him on the head with a saucepan. He felt dizzy.
'Harry? Are you all right?' Hermione said. 'Ron, go get someone quick.' And with that, Ron got up and sped out the room. A few seconds later, Ron appeared again with Mrs Weasley.
'What happened to him?' Mrs Weasley said helping Harry to Ron's bed.
'I don't really know. He was telling us about his summer when he suddenly went really pale and starting swaying like he was about to fall.
'Oh, Harry dear. Are you all right? Look at the state of you. What are those Muggles like, eh? Starving you.' Mrs Weasley said staring at the bruise on Harry's eye.
'I'm all right, Mrs Weasley. Is Ron and Hermione here?' Harry asked
'Yes, they're in Ron's room.' She answered
'Thanks.' Harry said and he picked up his trunk and walked up the stairs. He opened the door and walked in. He saw Ron and Ginny having a game of Chess and Hermione sitting with a book open on her lap. She looked up and saw Harry carrying his trunk. She put the book beside her and ran towards him. She hugged him tight, so tight that he could hardly breathe.
'Hermione, I can't.breathe.' He managed to say.
'Sorry, how have you been? What happened to your eye?' Hermione said letting Harry go.
'I'm fine.' Harry said pretending that he hadn't heard the second question.
'What happened to your eye, though?' Hermione asked again.
'Nothing.' He said simply.
'Don't lie, come on Harry, you can tell us.' Hermione said.
'Fine, my Uncle Vernon hit me. You better not tell anyone.' Harry said a bit angry.
'You've gotta tell Dumbledore. He'd want to know about something like this.' Hermione said.
'Well, I don't want him to know. This was the worst summer ever. I was locked in my room because I tried to fight back when my Uncle Vernon and Cousin Dudley were beating me up. I had these reoccurring dreams where everyone was blaming me for their deaths. You were right, I am always 'acting the hero' and wish that I didn't know as I have lost the person who was like a father to me.' Harry said turning to face the other way, close to tears.
'Oh, Harry. I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry. I won't tell anyone, I promise. I shouldn't have said that you were always 'acting the hero', its just that you care about everyone.' Hermione said, tears rolling down her face. Harry turned around and stared at Hermione. He suddenly didn't feel well. He felt as if someone had whacked him on the head with a saucepan. He felt dizzy.
'Harry? Are you all right?' Hermione said. 'Ron, go get someone quick.' And with that, Ron got up and sped out the room. A few seconds later, Ron appeared again with Mrs Weasley.
'What happened to him?' Mrs Weasley said helping Harry to Ron's bed.
'I don't really know. He was telling us about his summer when he suddenly went really pale and starting swaying like he was about to fall.