Chapter 3:

'We noticed you left, so we stoped arguing.' Ron said, as Harry creeked opened the bedroom door.

'Good.' Said Harry irritably. 'You two were getting on my nerves.'

'Sorry.' Ron said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

'Just forget it.' Harry said, heading to his bed and pretending to check his trunk if he had everthing for tomorrow. Harry's thoughts turned to his dreams as he found chips of broken glass in his trunk, pieces that belonged to the mirror Sirius had given him the past year He stared at it thoughtfully, forgetting that Ron was watching him, wondering why he was staring at an old piece of glass.

'What?' Ron asked, noticing Harry had suddenly been silent.

'Nothing.' Harry responded, throwing away the piece of glass into the trash beside his bed and slammed his trunk shut once the glass shattered in the trash. Harry'a forehead suddenly started to burn painfully, making him crash forewards onto his bed.

'What is it!' Ron said worriedly, jumping from his own bed and walking towards Harry, who panted incredibly. But Harry the pain in Harry's forehead hurt so much, that he was afraid that he might vomit if he would speak. Sweat began to stream down his cheeks as the pain grew. He felt as though someone had placed a burning plate on his forehead and left it there to burn.

'I'm going to get help.' Ron said, stepping back and rushing out of the room as Harry lay there, kneeling down at his bedside in pain. His vision was suddenly turning grey, and for a second, Harry thought that Grimmauld place caught fire and smoke was coming from everywhere in his bedroom. He couldn't hear anything but a horrible screeching noise that made the pain in his frehead twice as worst. 'Stop...' Harry muttered to himself, wanting so desperatly to stop the head-aching pain and the horrible screeches that echoed in his ears. Harry's moist hands were clutched to his forehead, and his left ear was pressed against his pillow, trying to make the screech and pain go away. But all it did was make it worst.

'Make it stop...' Harry thought, as the pain grew and the sounds enlarge.

Next thing he knew, Harryb was on the ground, his back against his bed. Harry forced himself to wake up, and he wasn't surprised to see the entire Order watching him, Ron and Hermione at his sides. Mrs. Weasley was sponging a small towl on his forehead with cold water, and Lupin sighed once Harry awoke.

'Feeling better?' He asked, smiling at him.

'Fine.' Said Harry, getting back up to his feet and almost falling. But before he could, Hermione caught him and he sat onto his bed, rubbing his forehead.

'That noise...' Harry thought, ignoring the Order and everyone around him. 'It's gone.' He said outloud, reliefly.

'What is?' Ron said, apprehensivly.

'There was a screeching noise... in my head.' Harry said, looking from Ron, to Hermione, then back to his feet.

Ron and Hermione exchanged looks, then turned to Harry.

'Are you sure? Maybe it was water in your ears or something.' Hermione said, looking worried.

'No. It was worst.' Harry recalled, pushing away Mrs. Weasley's towl gently. '…Nevermind.' He added, adjusting his glasses onto his nose.

Harry spent the rest of the afternoon, sitting on his bed and thinking of that strange, head-aching sound that still echoed softly in his ears. What was it that made that noise? Why was he the only one who could hear it? He looked down at the ground, where he threw the piece of glass. He remembered having thet sudden urge to jabb it in his chest. The pain in his head was too painful to bear. Sighing, Harry looked outside through the dusty window, wondering how long he had been pondering around in his and Ron's bedroom. He blinked as Mrs. Weasley called for dinner, and he marched down the steps to join the others for dinner.

Once at the table, along with Tonks, Moody, Lupin, Mr. Weasley, Fred, Goerge, Ginny, Ron and Hermione, he began eating quietly. Still lost in his thoughts. He jumped as Crookshanks went under the table to rub his tail against Harry's legs, and Harry tried kicking him away. It was rather silent at the table, and after a while, Tonks left the table without saying a word, looking as though she would burst out into tears again. Fred and Goerge exchanged looks, shrugged, then continued eating and Ginny gave an anxious look towards Harry, then whispered something in Hermione's ear.

'Well.' Said Mrs. Weasley, about half and hour later, when Ginny started cleaning out the table. 'I want all of you up to bed and your school trunks ready for tomorrow in an hour.' She said, flicking her wand so that the plates and dishes were swarming up in the air and placed in rows and towers beside the sink.

Everyone left the table, and Harry and Ron went upstairs to their bedroom. Harry took a shower, got dressed into his pyjamas and slipped into bed. He needed the sleep, after all that happened in the past couple of days. He forrgot he hadn't told Ron and Hermione anything about his dreams yet. But he didn't really have to, right? There were other mopre important things to think about at the moment.

It took Harry quite a long time before he could fall asleep. He tried taking that horrible whistle sound out of his thoughts. He couldn't concentrate on anything else without hearing it. After about two hours, Harry fell asleep.