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Harry awoke to somebody prodding him in the ribs. Irritatedly, he opened his eyes, reading to yell at the person who had awoken him from his slumber.
When he cast his eyes up, though, he met the equally tired eyes of James Potter. "Hey, Harry," he said, managing a smile. Behind him, Remus was peering owlishly over a book, and Sirius was looking at him with slight admiration. Peter wasn't there.
Harry yawned widely. "Morning," he mumbled, attempting to turn to face the three other boys and was met with severe soreness in his muscles. He didn't know the Colloportus spell could take so much out of you, and he had a vague admiration of Hermione's ability.
James looked at him with some concern. "You alright?" he asked uneasily, lowering himself down into the armchair next to him.
Harry nodded sleepily. "Yeah..." he mumbled, turning his eyes to look at the grandfather clock, standing tall and pround against the west wall of the common room. The clock read 7:30 A.M. Rubbing his eyes, he turned back to James.
"Why did you wake me up so bloody early?" he said, feeling slightly irritable as he settled back down into the cushion of the armchair.
"Well, THIS bloody idiot-" James scowled at Sirius, who lowered his eyes to his feet- "decided it would be fun to play a prank that involved Remus and Snape."
Harry nodded grimly. "Yeah, I saw him running out of the tree's trunk... he was in a right state..."
James nodded. "Had every right to be. Did you know Sirius was going to do this?" he asked Harry, who felt like he was being interrogated by a mother or father.
Harry decided it was best to tell the truth. "Well... uh... er, yes, I did," he finally muttered.
James looked quizzacally at Harry. "Why didn't you tell us?" he asked, in a voice that was louder than necessary.
"Ask bloody Dumbledore, if you want to know so bad," Harry snapped back. He was feeling tired, grumpy, and achey, and the last thing he needed was James yelling at him.
James fell silent, merely looking at Harry with slightly confused eyes. As curious as he was, he didn't feel the need to run to the headmaster about it.
"It's nothing," Harry mumbled, looking at his feet.
"Well..." James said uncertainly, "we want to thank you for holding the doors yesterday with that spell. If Moony had gotten in..." James said, trailing off. Harry noticed Remus casting his eyes guiltily to the ceiling, and this made Harry mad, for some reason.
"Don't blame yourself, Remus, stop blaming yourself all the time! You can't bloody help it when you transform!" Harry snapped at Remus, who downcast his blue eyes to his shoes, not responding.
James nodded wearily. "He's right, you're too hard on yourself." Sirius smiled sadly in agreement.
Remus merely nodded. "You... you're right..."
Suddenly, there was a crash down on the grounds, which shook the ground so badly it toppled the four boys out of their chairs.
Rubbing the back of his head, Remus fearfully asked, "What's wrong?"
Stumbling to his feet, Harry ran to the window, a feeling of dread rising inside of him, and looked outside.
Hooded cloaked-figures were flooding in from the entrance of the school.
The wards had been broken. As Death Eaters swarmed onto the grounds, Harry felt a sick feeling squirming in his stomach.
Voldemort had found him.
He had finally found him.