It was some of the darkest days Harry had ever seen. Sirius had just vanished from his life and Voldemort was on the loose. Fear gripped Harry from within, every where he went he could feel it. Harry hadn't smiled in weeks, not even when the Order had come to take him from the Dursley's.
Harry had now been at Grimauld place for about a week. He had never been so depressed in his life. Everything around him, reminded him of Sirius- the dining room where they had sat eating dinner many times, the picture of Sirius's shrieking mother which he had forcibly closed over and over again, but the thing that hurt him most was not the portrait, it was the mere fact that the thing that had killed Sirius, the thing that had betrayed him, was still alive walking the corridors of this very house.
Harry had to restrain himself every time he walked past Kreacher, as not to strangle him. Often times Ron or Hermione would have to hold him back in order to keep him from doing something he was going to regret.
Just that morning, Kreacher had dared mutter that Sirius was a "naughty, betraying boy who deserved death," in front of Harry. Harry had glared at Kreacher, swore at him. Then he ran up to his room, yelling behind his back that if Kreacher ever spoke another word again he would dispose of him in the worst of ways. He had been up in his room ever since, lying flat on his back, thinking of ways to kill Kreacher, and trying not to think of his beloved godfather.
There was a sudden knock on the door and Harry sat up in his bed. "Come in." he yelled at the door, before he laid back down on the bed, this time facing opposite the door.
In trudge several different footsteps. Harry quickly turned around to find Ron, Hermione, Ginny, George, and Fred all standing near his bed, staring at him.
"Hey Harry!" Hermione said with a smile on her face, sitting next to Harry on his bed.
"How're you feeling?"
Harry glared at her, "How do I look like I'm feeling," he growled, turning back over on his side.
"Um, Harry," Hermione continued, "We have something for you."
Harry rolled over, looking at all five of his friends, "yes."
Ginny took out a bag. "Well we have this for you," she said as Harry was handed a very weird looking… something.
"Ummmmm," Harry started with a surprised look on his face. "What is it?"
"It's a quilt!" Hermione said in excitement.
"It is?" Harry asked in confusing. He had seen many quilts at Mrs. Figg's house and he didn't claim to be an expert on them but this definitely did not look like a quilt. It looked more like a multi-colored dust rag.
"Well, you see mate," Ron said with an embarrassed smile on his face. "We all pitched in. You might be able see where we," he pointed to himself, Fred and George, "contributed to it," he finished turning a slight shade of red.
Harry couldn't help cracking a smile- the first in many weeks.
"And Harry," Ginny started, "Trust me, this is the warmest quilt you'll ever have."
"Oh really?" Harry said with an even bigger smile, "And why is that?"
There was a slight awkward pause, as Harry's five friends looked amongst themselves before Hermione answered for them all, "Because, Harry, it's made with love!"