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Chapter 6: The Eavesdropper
Harry laid in bed for the rest of the day. Now and then people from the Order came to visit him when they popped in at the new headquarters. Their reactions were much the same as Ron and Hermione's. Mrs. Weasley had hurried over to Harry with delight and swept him up in a tight hug and upon letting him breath, rushed him with a bunch of worried questions.
"Oh Harry! I was SO worried…. Are you feeling alright? Would you like some soup? Do you feel warm? Lay back down now! I'll be right back…." she said and made for the kitchen.
"No, Mrs. Weasley! Please. I'm fine…really…." Harry had called after her pleadingly, but she only made a face and left for the kitchen. Within a moment she was back with a warm bowl of soup for him to eat.
"There, there, Harry. Eat up! You'll need to regain your strength!" she had said with a hint of sternness in her voice as she watched him eat.
Harry dropped his head back onto his pillow with a plop and closed his eyes. Sleep crept up on him ever so slowly, and just as it was about to pounce, loud and worried voices erupted in the kitchen. Harry sat up bolt right. He leaned his head forward towards the door and tried to listen, but it was no good, the voices were muffled and distant. Harry guessed that the owners of the voices where in the living room. He got up slowly out of bed, wincing in pain with each movement. He could hear the voices slightly better now as he opened the door a crack and peered out. He could see two red heads at the bottom of the stairs.
"How badly is he hurt?" Mrs. Weasley said worriedly.
"We're not sure. Mundungus found him while on guard, lying unconscious by the Tunnel….." Mr. Weasley answered, sounding distraught but as though he still had his wits very much about him.
Harry wondered what the Tunnel was and why it was being guarded. He leaned forward and opened the door a bit more.
"Where is he now? Does Dumbledore kno-" Mrs. Weasley stopped. Harry had leaned on the door too far and it creaked loudly, echoing through the quiet cabin.
"Look, we'll talk about this later." Mr. Weasley said in a cautioned voice. "They're bringing him here, so get things ready for him, ok Molly? I've got to go." Harry heard the door close, and then he closed his own door and slid back into his bed.
Who was hurt? Well, they're bringing whoever it is here, so he would find out soon enough…. But what about this Tunnel Mr. Weasley had mentioned…. What was it…? Why was it so important that they must guard it? Harry was bursting to talk to Hermione and Ron. Where are they? he thought impatiently. But they answer to his question came quickly. Hermione had just walked in the room with Ron at her wake. They both looked pleased.
"Where WERE you two?" Harry asked impatiently. "I have to tell you something…."
"What's wrong, mate?" Ron said sitting on the bed and looking at Harry. Quickly Harry recounted the events he had just heard for them.
Author's note: Sorry if it isn't so good. I wrote this rather quickly.