A/N: Hope you liked the last chapter!
Disclaimer: Not mine, Ms. Rowling's
Chapter Two
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"Dinner time" Mrs. Weasley's voice boomed from the kitchen.
Harry and the Weasley children were in the living room that time for they decided to get in the house for it was rather getting chilly outside. When they heard Mrs. Weasley's voice, Ron and the twins were out of the living room in a flash, leaving Harry and Ginny rolling their eyes with making their way to the kitchen.
After dinner was done, Harry and everybody else said good night to each other and went up - or in the twins' case, apparated - to their bedroom. Harry and Ron bid each other goodnight after changing to their pajamas and climbing to their respective beds.
It was a very chilly night that summer and the breeze was cool and strong. The incredibly strong breeze was able to open Ron and Harry's bedroom window. Unfortunately, unlike Ron, Harry's curtains weren't draped around his bed, leaving him exposed to the cold, chilly night of summer.
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Next morning Harry felt horrible. He was feeling light headed and dizzy. He was hot and cold at the same time and he didn't want to get out of bed. He has a pounding headache and his ears are ringing, then Harry knew he was getting sick. Then, suddenly he was being shaken, he knew, even without looking, that it was Ron waking him up.
"Harry, come on, breakfast is ready, and everybody is going to Diagon Alley to spend the day there" Ron said hurriedly
Harry grunted in reply, all that shaking was making him nauseous, when Ron didn't stop shaking him; he slapped Ron's hands away.
"Okay, Ron, I'm up! I'M UP! Quit with the shaking already geez!" Harry said sitting up suddenly and rubbing his temple. That sudden movement made him dizzy and he fell back to his pillows once again.
"You, alright mate?" Ron asked worriedly
"Yes, just feeling a little woozy" he said weakly
"Alright then, go down when you're ready, okay?" Ron said, eyeing Harry suspiciously before turning to the door.
Harry nodded and swung his legs of the bed. He got dress and shakily made his way out of the room. When he reached the stairs, nausea swept over him, making him dizzy. Everything started spinning and he grabbed the railing for support. He started to see black spots in his vision, then he felt himself falling as everything faded black and he knew no more.
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A/N: Er. Cliffie? ^_~
Disclaimer: Not mine, Ms. Rowling's
Chapter Two
*****
"Dinner time" Mrs. Weasley's voice boomed from the kitchen.
Harry and the Weasley children were in the living room that time for they decided to get in the house for it was rather getting chilly outside. When they heard Mrs. Weasley's voice, Ron and the twins were out of the living room in a flash, leaving Harry and Ginny rolling their eyes with making their way to the kitchen.
After dinner was done, Harry and everybody else said good night to each other and went up - or in the twins' case, apparated - to their bedroom. Harry and Ron bid each other goodnight after changing to their pajamas and climbing to their respective beds.
It was a very chilly night that summer and the breeze was cool and strong. The incredibly strong breeze was able to open Ron and Harry's bedroom window. Unfortunately, unlike Ron, Harry's curtains weren't draped around his bed, leaving him exposed to the cold, chilly night of summer.
***
Next morning Harry felt horrible. He was feeling light headed and dizzy. He was hot and cold at the same time and he didn't want to get out of bed. He has a pounding headache and his ears are ringing, then Harry knew he was getting sick. Then, suddenly he was being shaken, he knew, even without looking, that it was Ron waking him up.
"Harry, come on, breakfast is ready, and everybody is going to Diagon Alley to spend the day there" Ron said hurriedly
Harry grunted in reply, all that shaking was making him nauseous, when Ron didn't stop shaking him; he slapped Ron's hands away.
"Okay, Ron, I'm up! I'M UP! Quit with the shaking already geez!" Harry said sitting up suddenly and rubbing his temple. That sudden movement made him dizzy and he fell back to his pillows once again.
"You, alright mate?" Ron asked worriedly
"Yes, just feeling a little woozy" he said weakly
"Alright then, go down when you're ready, okay?" Ron said, eyeing Harry suspiciously before turning to the door.
Harry nodded and swung his legs of the bed. He got dress and shakily made his way out of the room. When he reached the stairs, nausea swept over him, making him dizzy. Everything started spinning and he grabbed the railing for support. He started to see black spots in his vision, then he felt himself falling as everything faded black and he knew no more.
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A/N: Er. Cliffie? ^_~