Just Another Sixth Year Fic

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Chapter 3: The Guard Yet Again

When he was packing, he saw the old, broken two-way mirror and was engulfed with sadness. He tried to shake Sirius out of his head, but he was too late. Tears were running down his cheeks. He sighed when he saw the clock. 6:00 AM. He decided to finish packing his things and maybe do some homework, if possible…

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7/30/1996

Uncle Vernon: What are you doing with all that boy?

Harry: my friends are picking me up to take me for the rest of the summer.

Uncle Vernon: (looking worried) When are they coming?

Harry: (shrugs)

Uncle Vernon: Well er……… just be ready and go quick, before all the neighbors see!

Harry: (nods)

After his breakfast of………er……… nothing, (A/N He really did have something, but I needed to put that Georgia Nicholson quote in there!) Harry just waited with his stuff in the living room. Finally, the doorbell rang……… about 5 times. Harry absolutely knew that that person at the door must be Ron's ………er……… eccentric father. (A/N I have no clue what that means so if I used it wrong, just laugh at the humor I put in it!)

Sure enough, Harry was right. It was 4:00 in the afternoon and there stood Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, and Moody at the Dursley's doorstep.

Harry: Hey Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, and Moody.

Fred/George: Hey Harry!

Mr. Weasley: Hello Harry! Do you have your stuff?

Harry: Right here Mr. Weasley!

Moody: Well then, let's not waste time on greetings, let's go!

Harry: How are we leaving this time?

Moody: Porkety. (I forgot how to spell that, let alone prounouce it!) (Just so you know, this will be mostly written in paragraph, only if I get real lazy, or as the Spanish say, lazy-o!) (It's actually peresoza. I put that down for a report in Spanish, "Soy alta y peresoza." Which is I'm tall and lazy.)

Moody took out a napkin with stains on it and everyone put their hand on it. Soon Harry got the feeling in his navel again.

Soon Harry landed inside the way-to familiar house. The only thing that shocked him was the fact that it was shinier.

"Look, Hermione and Ron are upstairs in Hermione's old room. They didn't know we left early to get you…" Said Fred.

"So go up there and shock 'em!" finished George.

Harry went up the stairs and put his stuff in his room, which he was glad he didn't have to share with Ron anymore, and went to Hermione's room.

Harry opened the door to find them talking.

Hermione's POV

Ron and me are chatting away about stuff in my room. God, he's hot!

Ron's POV

God, Hermione's hot! Her…uh, feet…yeah, feet…have grown, her hair is slicker, her clothes are tight, and her skin is tan.

Hermione's POV

"I wonder when Harry will get here." I stated.

"Don't wonder no more." A voice said from the corner. It was Harry!

I ran over and hugged him and then dragged him over to the bed we were sitting on. It was then when I inspected him.

He managed a small smile. His hair still held the Potter curse of being messy and uncontrollable. He looked very thin, a little thinner than usual. His skin was so pale that it made his scar show like red blood on his forehead. The area around Harry's eyes was a little red. But his eyes almost made me gasp with shock. (Not just the fact that he had contacts on.)

They were practically gray. Harry always had nice, green, vibrant eyes. But now they were so clouded with dark thoughts, they were almost gray.

I realized I was staring at him, so I made an excuse.

"Why do you have contacts?"

"Contacts?" Ron asked.

I rolled my eyes, pretending that it was a stupid question, but really admiring the way he was so cute when he asked those questions.

"They're little clear disks that sometimes come in color. You put them on you're eyes and you don't need glasses." I explained, "Go on Harry, why do you have them?"

"I don't really know. Aunt Petunia gave them to me a few days ago. I can tell you, they hurt like hell, and they take forever to get on and off. It took me 15 minutes to take them off the first day!"

We sat in silence for a moment.

"Um…how's it been going?" Ron asked, trying to get the conversation going.

"Well, nothing, except the contacts really. What about you?"

"Nothing. We just waited around the house all summer." I replied for Ron.

Silence.

"Look, Harry—" I tried to start, but I was interrupted by Mr. Weasley. (Ron's mum was managing the burrow, but was coming back soon.)

"Get ready for dinner, Hermione, Harry, and Ron!"

Harry left with just a little nod. Ron waited a little bit after he left to say something.

"Remember, we're planning Harry's birthday party for tomorrow for 8:00 PM, and we're meeting to plan at 10:00 PM tonight."

"I'll remember."

Than he left, and I was alone, waiting for dinner.

Without even planning it, we all met in the hallway and walked downstairs.

"So, Mrs. Black and the house-elf heads are gone?" Harry asked us.

"Yep. We finally got rid of them!" Ron said excitedly.

"Where's Ginny?" he asked again.

"She's getting home from Luna's tonight. She thought she would meet you when you came, but you came early. You can see her tomorrow." I responded quickly.

We walked the rest of the way in silence.

Narrator's POV

It was 10 till 10 and Harry just went to his room. Even though he wanted to sleep, he couldn't help but look in his old photo album. It had no pictures of Sirius except for the wedding, but it had his parents, him at school with his friends, the Weasley's, and the Granger's (though theirs didn't move). He didn't realize that Hagrid had pictures of all his friends. He knew that they didn't know he had this.

He took off his glasses and slept.

Ron was trying to get that picture out of his head. When he said he was going downstairs for a little bit to Harry, he saw a leather binder he never saw before. Harry tried to hide it, so he pretended he didn't see it. Whatever it was, hopefully it was nothing bad.

Ginny: I'm home! (Whispered)

Mrs. Weasley: Good! We're all in the kitchen. We're about to plan Harry's birthday party tomorrow.

Ginny: where is he?

Mrs. Weasley: He got here early, so he's already asleep.

They went into the dining room and sat down with the others. They started planning.

Hermione: It has to be spectacular! This is his first birthday party!

Ron: Si.

And then the planning started.

About an hour later, Ron and Hermione were walking back from planning. Harry and Ron's rooms were next to each other. As they walked by Harry woke up and started to listen.

"I'm really worried about Harry." Hermione said.

"Why? He seemed fine to me."

"You aren't that observant, are you?"

"Nope. Barely even noticed he had no glasses."

"His hair was messier than usual, his clothes were even baggier, the area around his eyes were red and puffy, and his whole aura was miserable."

"Funny. The only thing I noticed were his eyes were almost gray and were really dull."

"That was the worst part. I'm hoping he's ok." Hermione said worryingly.

"If anyone can make it through this, it's Harry. His life is bad enough already, from what we know, and there's probably more stuff he didn't tell us. Yet he makes through life better than anyone else."

"I hope you're right. Goodnight."

Ron went into his room and Hermione walked away. Harry turned over and tried to get how worried they were about him out of his head.

He eventually got to sleep, but he woke up so much from bad dreams and crying he barely got any.

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