Disclaimer: These characters belong to J.K. Rowling and the WB.

A/N: Sorry the last chapter was so short. I had some writers block. This one will be longer than Chapter Three. Enjoy and please review!

"Dumbledore is very worried about you, Harry," said Mr. Weasley. "And, quite frnakly, so are the rest of us."

:I thought I was safe from Voldemort at Privet Drive," Harry said, feeling confused.

"It's not Voldemort that worries us," replied Mr. Weasley. "It's you."

"Me?" asked Harry. "Why me?"

"Haven't you looked in a mirror," said Mr. Weasley. "Your eyes are red and surrounded by dark circles. You look pale and you've lost so much weight. Mundungus says you hardly eat and that you cry out in your sleep."

Harry stood up, feeling betrayed and angry.

"You guys are still following me?" he asked in the quiet voice of someone filled with cold rage.

"It's for your own protection," Mr. Weasley told him, looking up at him imploringly "Don't you realize all this is for your own good?"

"My own GOOD!" Harry screamed, his anger boiling over into rage. "I hate this watching and reporting. Let's make sure Harry doesn't do something to hurt himself! Little Harry can't handle anything on his own!"

"Harry, try to understand. If we lose you, it's over. Voldemort will win. Can't you see that? You're the only one who can defeat him!"

Harry felt his anger slowly ebbing away at the sight of Mr. Weasley's eyes filling with tears. Hje sat down and put his head in his hands.

"I-I'm sorry," he said finally. "You're right. I don't eat and I barely sleep. I have nightmares every night."

Mr. Weasley leaned over and patted Harry's shoulder.

"It's alright Harry," he said reassuringly. "I understand you've been through a lot. You can always count on us to be there for you."

At that moment, Mrs. Weasley came in.

"Breakfast, anyone?"

Harry poked at his sausage. As usual, he had no appetite. But after ten minutes of people staring at him worriedly, he managed to shove down some eggs and toast. Mr. Weasley gave him a relieved smile.

Are you sure you should have told him about the nightmares? asked a voice in the back of Harry's head. Everyone that knows your secrets ends up hurt or dead.

Not true, Harry told the voice.

Before the voice could respond, a small owl fluttered in and dropped letters on Harry, Ron, and Ginny's head.

"Ooh, Hogwart's letters," said Ginny eagerly. She tore into her letter and began to read.

"O.W.L. results," groaned Ron, throwing down his letter.

Mrs. Weasley fixed him with a piercing stare. "Well?" she asked. "How did you do?

"

"I passed them all except for Divination," said Ron, leaning back in his chair.

"Harry?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

"Really well," replied Harry. "Badly in Divination."

Ron a stifled a snort of laughter and Mrs. Weasley threw him a sharp look, which immediately silenced him.

"Well, what NEWTS are you taking?" she inquired.

"Let's see. Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration," and here Harry grimaced, "Potions."

"Bad luck on that one, mate," said Ron sympathetically. "Feel sorry for you."

Mrs. Weasley stood up and began to clear away the dishes. Mr. Weasley rose to help her. Ron and Harry headed up the rambling staircase to his room.

Ron pushed open the door and he and Harry let out simultaneous gasps of shock.