Disclaimer—What, do you THINK I own Harry Potter? If you do… haha… you moron… lol

A/N: I would appreciate some reviews… PLS!! This is my first ff on here (and I know it's kinda stupid but…) well please R/R! Oh, and would somebody care to tell me how to make italics??? Please??? Is it like ithisi ??

Thanks goes out to Herculeha for being my one and only reviewer so far!! OK I lied also Whitney Lin, my partner in crime. (Read our Inu fic!!) And, I will eventually tell what Harry saw. I promise you, it's good. Really!

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Chapter 2

Ron watched Harry as he slept. He knew that Harry would eventually wake up, because it always happened. Some sort of human sensory thing he learned from somewhere, in some book. Wow, Ron and a book. Never thought that'd happen.

He turned over to look at his watch, which was lying on his bedside table. It read eleven thirty-seven. He sighed and flipped back over to check on Harry. He was lying silently under his covers, his breathing steady.

'He'll be fine.' Ron thought as he shut his eyes and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

Harry turned over to make sure Ron was asleep ten minutes later. He sighed relief as he heard Ron's heavy snores from the vibrantly orange bed next to him. Harry sat up silently (as not to wake Ron) and grabbed his glasses. He got out of his bed and as he neared the door, he paused to stand. He looked at Ron again and attempted to smile, thankful that Ron was so caring for him.

He walked out and down the stairways. He knew that Mr. Weasley was up at this hour on Saturday nights, as he didn't have to work the next morning. Harry skipped the squeaky stair on the last stairwell and jumped the rest of the way down, which was only about four steps. He landed very cat-like on the floor and stood up, thinking that all of those Quidditch lessons and games had paid off and given him abilities he knew he would never have been able to do before.

Harry walked to the kitchen door and peered inside. Mr. Weasley was sitting in a chair in there, sipping what was either coffee or hot cocoa Harry did not know. He was reading yesterday's copy of the Daily Prophet. Harry thought for a second if Mr. Weasley was the right person to tell this to. He shook his head at his own stupid brain and took one step in.

"Umm, Mr. Weasley? I, um, have to talk to you." He said.

"Oh, come right in. Sit down, sit down. Now, what is it you need?" Mr. Weasley asked, taking another sip of his warm drink as Harry took the seat next to him.

"Well, today at the Leaky Cauldron…" Harry paused again, thinking if this was the right thing to do.

"Yes, yes, go on now." Mr. Weasley ushered him.

Harry shook his head at his own mind again and started over. "Today at the Leaky Cauldron, Cho Chang came up to me and gave me an envelope. This one." He set the envelope on the table for Mr. Weasley to see.

"Ahh, very interesting. Go on," he ushered again.

"Well, she ran away, crying. I haven't opened it yet, but, well… I was sort of hoping that you or, or somebody else would do it for me. I want to know what it says, but I sort of don't… Please?"

"Of course, Harry." Mr. Weasley picked up the envelope and tore the seam. He took the letter out of it and read it over first. He stated, "It doesn't really say much at all. Here-

iHarry,

There is really only one purpose for this letter and I guess that I probably shouldn't say it in this one, as you may have somebody reading it for you." (At this point, Mr. Weasley gave Harry a slight chuckle.) "But I can say this: You must meet me in the last compartment on the right side of the train on September the first. I really have to talk to you. Oh, and you can bring Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. I'm sure they would find out soon anyway.

Sincerely,

Cho Chang " i

Harry stopped to think. Should he tell Mr. Weasley about what else happened in the Leaky Cauldron? 'No,' he thought. 'I should tell Ron and 'Mione first…'

"Is that all Harry?" Mr. Weasley asked.

Harry paused. "Yes. Yes it is. Thank you."

"Alright then. Let's get up to bed." Mr. Weasley said, ushering him up one set of stairs where they went their separate ways.

Harry walked silent as a breeze into Ron's orange bedroom, thankfully not awakening him. He slid back into bed and laid his glasses atop the envelope on the bedside table. He lay his head down to sleep and finally, after at least a half an hour of tossing and turning and thinking about what Cho wanted from him, he fell into a peaceful sleep.