"Harry. It's time to wake up." a woman's voice said sweetly. Harry
opened his eyes. Everything was blurry. It took him a moment to realize
he hadn't had his glasses on. He reached around for them, and realized
he was in a bed. He found them on a table next to the bed. When
everything came into view he looked around him. He was in a room. On
the walls were different pictures of Quidditch players, zooming around
their posters and waving. He quickly got out of bed. He wasn't wearing
his black clothes and school robe. He was in pajamas. He looked out the
window and realized he wasn't in Manchester any more, he didn't know
where he was. The woman appeared at the door again. Harry's heart
stopped. She looked older, but it was unmistakenably his mother.
"Harry, are you all right? Did you have a bad dream?" Lily asked and walked over to him. She smoothed down his hair and cupped his face in her hands.
"Yeah, I'm fine." he replied, finally.
"Another year older, already sixteen." she sighed.
She went over to his bed and made it. She told him to come downstairs when he was ready and that his friends were there. He nodded and went to his closet after she closed the door. He got dressed, still completly confused at what'd happened. Last thing he remembered was Bellatrix LeStrange chasing him in the woods. He had no idea where he was or why his dead mother was suddenly alive and wishing him a happy birthday, when he'd had his sixteenth birthday almost nine months ago. He went down stairs and saw Hermione talking with his mother. They were giggling about something. Ron was talking with another boy Harry didn't recognize, who looked about ten or so. Ginny was petting a brown Eagle Owl that'd arrived.
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed and jumped up. She went over to him and gave him a big hug and kissed him. He was taken back by this and jumped away slightly. She gave him a confused looked.
"Are you okay?" She asked. He nodded and sat down at the table.
"Happy birthday, Harry. I was just telling Sam about Hogwarts. His letter just arrived." Ron stated.
The boy rushed over to him handing him a letter that Harry immediatly recognized to be a Hogwarts acceptence letter. It was addressed to Samuel Douglass Potter. Harry's head was spinning. Where was he? His mother and his father were clearly at the table, alive. This boy who had the same hair as him and same disposition was obviously his younger brother. Had he been in some sort of daze or dream the past fifteen years of his life? Was he truly at home with his parents. Harry rethought this and decided that was an impossibility. He pulled Hermione aside.
"What's going on, Hermione? What happened? One minute we were in Manchester fighting Death Eaters saving you from Lucius Malfoy, and now we're here..."
"Death eaters? Lucius Malfoy... is that Malfoy's father? Oh no, something must've happened when you fell off your broom yesterday."
"Wait, fell off my broom?"
"Yeah remember? You were training Sam for Quidditch and something happened, you fell about twenty feet. That's what your mother said." she replied, and felt his forehead checking for fever.
"No. I didn't fall off of any broom. We were at the Malfoy's Manor in Stretford, Manchester. Lucius had taken you and a bunch of other students capture to get to me. Then he found out you were pregnant, and tried to kill Draco until Lupin turned into a werewolf. We nearly escaped and then Bellatrix tried to kill me, next thing I know I'm here."
"Oh my God, Harry. What a horrible dream... it can't be real though. Bellatrix Lestrange is in Azkaban. Who is Lupin? And why would Malfoy's dad try to kill his own son? I mean, he's annoying but I'm sure his father doesn't see him that way. And I was pregnant? By who?"
"She's not in Azkaban! Voldemort's back and she escaped! You know that Hermione, stop this! Lupin, remember our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher from third year? And you're pregnant by Draco." he was getting annoyed. She had to know, she was there. It was her that was crazy not him, even though he quite didn't believe this himself as he looked at his father who wore an expression of worry.
"Oh, Harry... Lily, maybe we should take him to St. Mungos. That fall really seemed to do something to him." Hermione directed at his mother.
"There was no fall!"
"Harry, I can't stand Malfoy you know that, how could you think that I would EVER sleep with him, let alone associate with him. And He-Who-Must-Not-be-Named was defeated eight years ago by the Ministry of Magic. And I don't know who this Lupin is, Professor Quirrell has been our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher since first year."
"Lupin, you say... how do you know of him, son? I knew him in school. We were close. I haven't heard from him in years though." James stood up and went over to his son. Harry broke down. Why was he fighting this? It's what he'd wanted, to have his parents back. It had to have all been a bad dream. Lily pulled Harry close to her and comforted him.
"We should go to St. Mungos. James, dear can you get the floo powder?"
"I want to wait for Sirius. He can watch Sam. I don't want to take him with us, he's too young." replied James. Lily nodded. She had Harry sit down at the table.
"Eat, it might make you feel better."
There was a knock on the door. Lily moved from the table to answer it. Harry's heart jumped. There in the doorway stood Sirius Black, alive and well. He looked no different than the Sirius in the picture Harry had seen from his parents wedding. Having not spent any time in Azkaban, he looked perfectly healthy. He smiled when he saw Harry.
"Happy birthday!"
"Er...thanks." Harry replied, and took a bite out of one of the pastries on the table.
"We're taking Harry to St. Mungos. It seems that his fall yesterday has put him a state of delirium." James told Sirius. The smile on Sirius' face subsided. He and James stepped outside to talk. Lily grabbed the floo powder from the kitchen and came back.
"It's time we go, you three can come as well. It might help if he has his friends there." she said and beckoned James to come back inside.
They got to the hospital and sat in the waiting room. How long, Harry wasn't quite sure. A Healer eventually came out to meet them. He took Harry and the others to a room on the Ground Floor. The Healer told his parents and the others to wait outside. Harry had never been looked over by a Healer before. The man just looked him over and kept writing things down on a clipboard.
"Don't you want to take my temperature or something?" he asked.
"Why on earth would I do that? You haven't been eating any Freguilia leaves have you?"
"Er...no, I don't think so."
"Then why would I take your temperature?" he gave Harry a puzzled look, then excused himself from the room.
Harry was starting to feel like maybe he shouldn't have said anything. He didn't want to be locked up in the same ward as Gilderoy Lockheart, but then he figured Lockheart wouldn't be there if Quirell was still the DADA teacher. The thinking confused him more, and he focused on trying not to dwell on it. After awhile, his father came into the room and pulled up a chair.
"Harry, I want you tell me exactly what you saw. I've never mentioned Lupin around you, how do you know of him?"
"He taught Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts my third year. He's a werewolf. You, Sirius, and Peter Pettigrew are unregistered Animungus." he started. He went on to explain how he'd saved the Sorcerer's Stone his first year, about the Chamber of Secrets. He continued on telling him about how Sirius had escaped from Azkaban to find Pettigrew. Then went on about the Triwizard tournement and the return of Voldemort. He found it weird when he had to mention how he, James, and his mother were supposedly dead and he survived with only a scar.
Harry hadn't realized until right then, that there was no scar on his forehead. There couldn't be when his father was sitting across him, living. He felt up to his forehead. At that point, he started asking his own questions.
"What happened with Voldemort?" he questioned. His father looked solomn, and it took him a moment to answer.
"We don't speak the name, it's forbidden. So I have to ask him that you don't refer to him as that anymore. I'm not quite sure why you're having these ideas about what happened and I don't think now is the time to talk about it. Let's just keep this conversation between you and me. Okay, son?"
"All right."
"Well you've been looked over and he can't seem to find anything wrong with you, so we're free to go home. Don't tell your mother any of this though, okay? I'm going to try and get a hold of Lupin and Peter."
"You can't go to him! He's a traitor! He's a Death Eater!" Harry jumped right off the bed and pulled on his father's cloak.
"Harry, Peter's one of my oldest friends. I can trust him. What you know of him, simply isn't true. Now no more of this. We have to get you and your brother's things for school." James walked out, leaving Harry left there even more confused than before. He sat alone for a few minutes before going back out. Hermione put her arms around and held him close.
"I'm so glad everything's going to be okay." she smiled and kissed him again. His stomach turned. This just wasn't right.
They went back to the house to pick up Sam then went straight to Diagon Alley. The more Harry was around his parents, the more he forgot about the truth. This was what he wanted. He had his parents and Sirius back. Things felt right and for the first time in his life he felt safe. No one looked at him and whispered on the streets. He wasn't famous. He was just like everyone else. He was also apparently Hermione's beau, and he kept looking at Ron to make sure he wouldn't be attacked, but Ron didn't seem to care. He kept talking about a girl that Harry had never heard of before.
"I recieved another owl from Fransesca yesterday, she's going to stay with us the last week before school. Mom wasn't so sure about it, but Fred and George talked her into it." he said as they got ice cream. They were leaving to catch up with his parents, when they ran into Draco Malfoy.
"Watch it." he sneered at them.
"Sorry." Ron said and quickly moved out of the way.
Harry looked at him strangely. It wasn't like Ron to appoligize to Malfoy. Draco pushed past them, not stopping to criticize or even look at them. He realized that he hadn't even recognized them. He had no idea who Harry was. Though it felt odd, Harry was more than pleased with this and continued on with Hermione and Ron.
"I still can't believe you had that crazy dream that I was with him. He's such a sleeze." Hermione commented as they walked into Ollivanders, where Sam was recieving his first wand. James smiled and beckoned for him to come over.
"We were so proud when you got your first wand. Your brother really looks up to you, you know." He told Harry.
When they'd gotten all their supplies they went back to the house. They had a huge dinner in honor of Harry's birthday. He felt home. He listened to Sirius and his father talk about Hogwarts when they went to school. Ginny kept asking about the pranks they'd pulled on Snape. His mother wouldn't partake in the conversation and gave James a look that warned him not to talk about it.
"Your mother's always had a soft spot for that man. We used to tease that she fancied him."
"Oh, stop James." she retorted. Both James and Sirius laughed.
The laughing ceased though, and Harry fell over with agony. He couldn't see around him anymore, he could bairly breath. He forced himself to look up. The dining room had faded. Everything around had faded. He was soon pulled into darkness and the only thing he could see were two red merciless slits for eyes. He heard Bellatrix's laughter again, it was joined with a chorus of laughter. The room began to spin and Harry felt as if he was about to be sick. He felt someone put their hands on him and pull him off the ground.
"This is what it could be like, Harry Potter. If you do as I say. You will rejoin your family, you can be oblivious to what's happening in the real world. I'm willing to be merciful and give you this, if you hand yourself over to me. I know you now have heard the prophet, you know what it said. Tell me and you may have this life."
"And if I refuse?"
"Well then death of course." Voldemort answered and laughed.
"What you showed me wasn't real. It's not real."
"Mmm... but it's close enough isn't it? I read your mind and feelings. You long to be back there with your parents. Tell me the prophecy."
"How will I know you're not lying to me. If I give you the prophecy, how do I know you won't off me right then and there."
"Because you're giving it to me freely."
Harry thought about this. He wanted to be back with his parents again, where he felt loved and wanted. He'd wanted Sirius back and now was his opportunity to be with all three of them. Another voice came into his head though, one he didn't recognize at first.
"Don't do it Harry, please. If you give yourself to him, he'll win. We'll have no hope. Only you can defeat him, please Harry." begged Hermione.
"No! I won't do it."
"Then I shall see you shortly." was all Voldemort replied.
Harry felt himself breath again. His body was numb. He opened his eyes and looked up at the mass of trees lightened by the moonlight. There was no other noise around him. He was back in the forest in Manchester. He reached up and felt his scar. He looked down at his hand, dark liquid rested on the tips of his finger. What ever had just happened had caused his scar to break open again. He got up and looked around him. He started to make his way back over to where he'd left Ron and Hermione. There was no sign of Bellatrix anywhere. Both Ron and Hermione were unconcious, and now he didn't have his wand to revive them. Ron started to come to on his own.
"Your wand, I saved it." he grumbled and tried to sit up. Harry helped him.
"What happened?"
"You took off and Hermione tripped her, I grabbed your wand. We put the binding curse on her. Kingsley and Tonks are out looking for you."
"If you got her, then what happened to you and Hermione."
"The werewolf got out. I'm okay though, just a few scratches. He tried to bite Hermione, but something distracted him from out in the woods." Ron was having a hard time talking, he kept flinching. Tonks came running over to them.
"There you are! You had us worried! Didn't know where to look. Called out your name, sent sparks, and began to fear the worst when you didn't reply. We need to get you back to Hogwarts now, Voldemort's on his way here." she said and wrapped her arms around him tightly.
Harry nodded. He'd made the right decision, but he still felt empty for having to leave his parents behind again. He hadn't even been able to get Bellatrix back for Sirius. At least his friends were safe. Tonks found the Butterbeer bottle amongst the brush and dead leaves. Together they returned to the medical wing of the school. Madame Pomfrey came rushing over to them and took Hermione from Harry and Tonk's arms. She motioned for Ron to lay down in a nearby empty bed and told him she'd be with him in a moment. Harry looked around. Nearly every bed was full. Harry himself could bairly stand up. He was tired, all he wanted right now was real sleep. Dreamless undisturbed sleep. He felt himself give out and collapsed on the floor.
"Harry, are you all right? Did you have a bad dream?" Lily asked and walked over to him. She smoothed down his hair and cupped his face in her hands.
"Yeah, I'm fine." he replied, finally.
"Another year older, already sixteen." she sighed.
She went over to his bed and made it. She told him to come downstairs when he was ready and that his friends were there. He nodded and went to his closet after she closed the door. He got dressed, still completly confused at what'd happened. Last thing he remembered was Bellatrix LeStrange chasing him in the woods. He had no idea where he was or why his dead mother was suddenly alive and wishing him a happy birthday, when he'd had his sixteenth birthday almost nine months ago. He went down stairs and saw Hermione talking with his mother. They were giggling about something. Ron was talking with another boy Harry didn't recognize, who looked about ten or so. Ginny was petting a brown Eagle Owl that'd arrived.
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed and jumped up. She went over to him and gave him a big hug and kissed him. He was taken back by this and jumped away slightly. She gave him a confused looked.
"Are you okay?" She asked. He nodded and sat down at the table.
"Happy birthday, Harry. I was just telling Sam about Hogwarts. His letter just arrived." Ron stated.
The boy rushed over to him handing him a letter that Harry immediatly recognized to be a Hogwarts acceptence letter. It was addressed to Samuel Douglass Potter. Harry's head was spinning. Where was he? His mother and his father were clearly at the table, alive. This boy who had the same hair as him and same disposition was obviously his younger brother. Had he been in some sort of daze or dream the past fifteen years of his life? Was he truly at home with his parents. Harry rethought this and decided that was an impossibility. He pulled Hermione aside.
"What's going on, Hermione? What happened? One minute we were in Manchester fighting Death Eaters saving you from Lucius Malfoy, and now we're here..."
"Death eaters? Lucius Malfoy... is that Malfoy's father? Oh no, something must've happened when you fell off your broom yesterday."
"Wait, fell off my broom?"
"Yeah remember? You were training Sam for Quidditch and something happened, you fell about twenty feet. That's what your mother said." she replied, and felt his forehead checking for fever.
"No. I didn't fall off of any broom. We were at the Malfoy's Manor in Stretford, Manchester. Lucius had taken you and a bunch of other students capture to get to me. Then he found out you were pregnant, and tried to kill Draco until Lupin turned into a werewolf. We nearly escaped and then Bellatrix tried to kill me, next thing I know I'm here."
"Oh my God, Harry. What a horrible dream... it can't be real though. Bellatrix Lestrange is in Azkaban. Who is Lupin? And why would Malfoy's dad try to kill his own son? I mean, he's annoying but I'm sure his father doesn't see him that way. And I was pregnant? By who?"
"She's not in Azkaban! Voldemort's back and she escaped! You know that Hermione, stop this! Lupin, remember our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher from third year? And you're pregnant by Draco." he was getting annoyed. She had to know, she was there. It was her that was crazy not him, even though he quite didn't believe this himself as he looked at his father who wore an expression of worry.
"Oh, Harry... Lily, maybe we should take him to St. Mungos. That fall really seemed to do something to him." Hermione directed at his mother.
"There was no fall!"
"Harry, I can't stand Malfoy you know that, how could you think that I would EVER sleep with him, let alone associate with him. And He-Who-Must-Not-be-Named was defeated eight years ago by the Ministry of Magic. And I don't know who this Lupin is, Professor Quirrell has been our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher since first year."
"Lupin, you say... how do you know of him, son? I knew him in school. We were close. I haven't heard from him in years though." James stood up and went over to his son. Harry broke down. Why was he fighting this? It's what he'd wanted, to have his parents back. It had to have all been a bad dream. Lily pulled Harry close to her and comforted him.
"We should go to St. Mungos. James, dear can you get the floo powder?"
"I want to wait for Sirius. He can watch Sam. I don't want to take him with us, he's too young." replied James. Lily nodded. She had Harry sit down at the table.
"Eat, it might make you feel better."
There was a knock on the door. Lily moved from the table to answer it. Harry's heart jumped. There in the doorway stood Sirius Black, alive and well. He looked no different than the Sirius in the picture Harry had seen from his parents wedding. Having not spent any time in Azkaban, he looked perfectly healthy. He smiled when he saw Harry.
"Happy birthday!"
"Er...thanks." Harry replied, and took a bite out of one of the pastries on the table.
"We're taking Harry to St. Mungos. It seems that his fall yesterday has put him a state of delirium." James told Sirius. The smile on Sirius' face subsided. He and James stepped outside to talk. Lily grabbed the floo powder from the kitchen and came back.
"It's time we go, you three can come as well. It might help if he has his friends there." she said and beckoned James to come back inside.
They got to the hospital and sat in the waiting room. How long, Harry wasn't quite sure. A Healer eventually came out to meet them. He took Harry and the others to a room on the Ground Floor. The Healer told his parents and the others to wait outside. Harry had never been looked over by a Healer before. The man just looked him over and kept writing things down on a clipboard.
"Don't you want to take my temperature or something?" he asked.
"Why on earth would I do that? You haven't been eating any Freguilia leaves have you?"
"Er...no, I don't think so."
"Then why would I take your temperature?" he gave Harry a puzzled look, then excused himself from the room.
Harry was starting to feel like maybe he shouldn't have said anything. He didn't want to be locked up in the same ward as Gilderoy Lockheart, but then he figured Lockheart wouldn't be there if Quirell was still the DADA teacher. The thinking confused him more, and he focused on trying not to dwell on it. After awhile, his father came into the room and pulled up a chair.
"Harry, I want you tell me exactly what you saw. I've never mentioned Lupin around you, how do you know of him?"
"He taught Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts my third year. He's a werewolf. You, Sirius, and Peter Pettigrew are unregistered Animungus." he started. He went on to explain how he'd saved the Sorcerer's Stone his first year, about the Chamber of Secrets. He continued on telling him about how Sirius had escaped from Azkaban to find Pettigrew. Then went on about the Triwizard tournement and the return of Voldemort. He found it weird when he had to mention how he, James, and his mother were supposedly dead and he survived with only a scar.
Harry hadn't realized until right then, that there was no scar on his forehead. There couldn't be when his father was sitting across him, living. He felt up to his forehead. At that point, he started asking his own questions.
"What happened with Voldemort?" he questioned. His father looked solomn, and it took him a moment to answer.
"We don't speak the name, it's forbidden. So I have to ask him that you don't refer to him as that anymore. I'm not quite sure why you're having these ideas about what happened and I don't think now is the time to talk about it. Let's just keep this conversation between you and me. Okay, son?"
"All right."
"Well you've been looked over and he can't seem to find anything wrong with you, so we're free to go home. Don't tell your mother any of this though, okay? I'm going to try and get a hold of Lupin and Peter."
"You can't go to him! He's a traitor! He's a Death Eater!" Harry jumped right off the bed and pulled on his father's cloak.
"Harry, Peter's one of my oldest friends. I can trust him. What you know of him, simply isn't true. Now no more of this. We have to get you and your brother's things for school." James walked out, leaving Harry left there even more confused than before. He sat alone for a few minutes before going back out. Hermione put her arms around and held him close.
"I'm so glad everything's going to be okay." she smiled and kissed him again. His stomach turned. This just wasn't right.
They went back to the house to pick up Sam then went straight to Diagon Alley. The more Harry was around his parents, the more he forgot about the truth. This was what he wanted. He had his parents and Sirius back. Things felt right and for the first time in his life he felt safe. No one looked at him and whispered on the streets. He wasn't famous. He was just like everyone else. He was also apparently Hermione's beau, and he kept looking at Ron to make sure he wouldn't be attacked, but Ron didn't seem to care. He kept talking about a girl that Harry had never heard of before.
"I recieved another owl from Fransesca yesterday, she's going to stay with us the last week before school. Mom wasn't so sure about it, but Fred and George talked her into it." he said as they got ice cream. They were leaving to catch up with his parents, when they ran into Draco Malfoy.
"Watch it." he sneered at them.
"Sorry." Ron said and quickly moved out of the way.
Harry looked at him strangely. It wasn't like Ron to appoligize to Malfoy. Draco pushed past them, not stopping to criticize or even look at them. He realized that he hadn't even recognized them. He had no idea who Harry was. Though it felt odd, Harry was more than pleased with this and continued on with Hermione and Ron.
"I still can't believe you had that crazy dream that I was with him. He's such a sleeze." Hermione commented as they walked into Ollivanders, where Sam was recieving his first wand. James smiled and beckoned for him to come over.
"We were so proud when you got your first wand. Your brother really looks up to you, you know." He told Harry.
When they'd gotten all their supplies they went back to the house. They had a huge dinner in honor of Harry's birthday. He felt home. He listened to Sirius and his father talk about Hogwarts when they went to school. Ginny kept asking about the pranks they'd pulled on Snape. His mother wouldn't partake in the conversation and gave James a look that warned him not to talk about it.
"Your mother's always had a soft spot for that man. We used to tease that she fancied him."
"Oh, stop James." she retorted. Both James and Sirius laughed.
The laughing ceased though, and Harry fell over with agony. He couldn't see around him anymore, he could bairly breath. He forced himself to look up. The dining room had faded. Everything around had faded. He was soon pulled into darkness and the only thing he could see were two red merciless slits for eyes. He heard Bellatrix's laughter again, it was joined with a chorus of laughter. The room began to spin and Harry felt as if he was about to be sick. He felt someone put their hands on him and pull him off the ground.
"This is what it could be like, Harry Potter. If you do as I say. You will rejoin your family, you can be oblivious to what's happening in the real world. I'm willing to be merciful and give you this, if you hand yourself over to me. I know you now have heard the prophet, you know what it said. Tell me and you may have this life."
"And if I refuse?"
"Well then death of course." Voldemort answered and laughed.
"What you showed me wasn't real. It's not real."
"Mmm... but it's close enough isn't it? I read your mind and feelings. You long to be back there with your parents. Tell me the prophecy."
"How will I know you're not lying to me. If I give you the prophecy, how do I know you won't off me right then and there."
"Because you're giving it to me freely."
Harry thought about this. He wanted to be back with his parents again, where he felt loved and wanted. He'd wanted Sirius back and now was his opportunity to be with all three of them. Another voice came into his head though, one he didn't recognize at first.
"Don't do it Harry, please. If you give yourself to him, he'll win. We'll have no hope. Only you can defeat him, please Harry." begged Hermione.
"No! I won't do it."
"Then I shall see you shortly." was all Voldemort replied.
Harry felt himself breath again. His body was numb. He opened his eyes and looked up at the mass of trees lightened by the moonlight. There was no other noise around him. He was back in the forest in Manchester. He reached up and felt his scar. He looked down at his hand, dark liquid rested on the tips of his finger. What ever had just happened had caused his scar to break open again. He got up and looked around him. He started to make his way back over to where he'd left Ron and Hermione. There was no sign of Bellatrix anywhere. Both Ron and Hermione were unconcious, and now he didn't have his wand to revive them. Ron started to come to on his own.
"Your wand, I saved it." he grumbled and tried to sit up. Harry helped him.
"What happened?"
"You took off and Hermione tripped her, I grabbed your wand. We put the binding curse on her. Kingsley and Tonks are out looking for you."
"If you got her, then what happened to you and Hermione."
"The werewolf got out. I'm okay though, just a few scratches. He tried to bite Hermione, but something distracted him from out in the woods." Ron was having a hard time talking, he kept flinching. Tonks came running over to them.
"There you are! You had us worried! Didn't know where to look. Called out your name, sent sparks, and began to fear the worst when you didn't reply. We need to get you back to Hogwarts now, Voldemort's on his way here." she said and wrapped her arms around him tightly.
Harry nodded. He'd made the right decision, but he still felt empty for having to leave his parents behind again. He hadn't even been able to get Bellatrix back for Sirius. At least his friends were safe. Tonks found the Butterbeer bottle amongst the brush and dead leaves. Together they returned to the medical wing of the school. Madame Pomfrey came rushing over to them and took Hermione from Harry and Tonk's arms. She motioned for Ron to lay down in a nearby empty bed and told him she'd be with him in a moment. Harry looked around. Nearly every bed was full. Harry himself could bairly stand up. He was tired, all he wanted right now was real sleep. Dreamless undisturbed sleep. He felt himself give out and collapsed on the floor.