Chapter 7: Happy Birthday Harry
Summary of Chapter: A big, but not a pleasant ending, birthday party, more of the weird Voldemort vision, and a sad and unsuspecting death.
...When she turned it on, Harry had the surprise of his life...
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY!"
Harry smiled as he saw happy faces pop out from behind loveseats and closets. He looked at Ron and Hermione, both who were looking at him "innocently", as if saying that they didn't know about this. Harry looked back towards the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley was coming towards him with a big wooden spoon in one hand and an un-cooked chicken leg in the other.
"Oh hello Harry dear!" She said with delight while giving Harry a peck on the cheek, "Why don't you all wash up and dinner will be ready in about a minute!" She walked back to the sink.
Harry, Ron and Hermione walked over to the downstairs bathroom and washed they're hands and they're faces. Ron and Hermione told Harry to go ahead, that they'll be there in a minute.
"Why? What is it you guys are doing that I dunno about?" Harry couldn't find a reason why they were acting so weird. Unless...
"Hey, are you guys..." Harry was about to ask them if they were a THING, but it was then that Percy Wealsey walked into the bathroom staring intently at Harry.
"Mother wants all of you in the backyard...Now." Percy didn't look at Ron or Hermione, and he gave Harry a piercing look before walking out the bathroom, leaving the door open. Harry looked over at Ron with a quizzical look on his face. Ron got the idea and answered him before he even asked.
"Yes, he's staying here. After Fudge started believing that You-Know- Who was back, they fired him for some reason. He doesn't want to tell us at all. Not even Mum. Dad knows why, but he's kept his word on Percy that he wouldn't tell them until Percy wanted him to."
"But, why wouldn't Percy tell you guys, or at least his mother why he got fired? Oh well. Maybe he's too embarrassed to talk about it anymore-"
"Or maybe, they didn't fire him and they're using him for a spy for them...Hello Mr. Wealsey," Hermione added hastily as Arthur Weasley walked in the bathroom, red in the face and beads of sweat running down his face.
"Oh! Sorry...did I interrupt something?" He looked over at Harry," Why hullo there Harry! How's everything going?" Then he walked over to the shower and turned the water on cold.
"Umm, Fine Mr. Weasley. Did you just come from work?" Harry asked Mr. Wealsey.
"Yeap. Been keeping me in overtime since..." Mr. Weasley trailed of looking at the kids," Well, Molly is waiting for you all to eat. I'll be there in a minute." He then shooed the kids out the door and closed it behind them.
The trio walked down to the back yard and sat down with everyone else and started eating. As Harry looked around, it reminded him a lot of that time he was at the Weasley's house when he was 14. Fred and George, who had grown about 4 inches each over the summer, and whose red hair hung below they're shoulders, were deep in conversation with each other about their joke shop throughout all of dinner. Mrs. Weasley was not only complaining about Bill's hair, which he still hadn't bother to cut, but she was doing the same to Fred and George, and kept insisting to cut it for them. Mr. Wealsey, who had come midway into dinner with his thinning hair damp, and Percy were talking silently about things that were going on in the Ministry of Magic. And Moody, Lupin, Dumbledore, and Charlie were talking about Quidditch. But something was different with Ron and Hermione. Every time he looked over at them, Hermione and Ron would be whispering to each other or looking at each other then at Harry with very serious expression. Harry even heard Hermione asking Ron if they should tell HIM about IT.
Whoever HE was or whatever IT was he didn't find out because way too soon, the food was gone and everyone was drowsy with sleep. Dumbledore got up and went over to Mrs. Wealsey and thanked her for the delicious food. He then looked over at Harry, nodded and dissaparated.
"Well, everyone who's ready to h-h-hit the sack say 'aye!'" Fred said with a yawn.
"Aye!" Everyone said sleepily. Harry was so tired and stuffed with food, he thought that there was no way he could move or even walk for that matter.
Harry felt two strong arms helping him up. When he turned around he saw that it was Lupin.
"Get off me. I don't need your help." Harry spat at Lupin, while pulling his arm off of Lupin's grip.
"Harry! What is the matter with you talking to Remus like that! Apologize this instant!" Mrs Wealsey scolded Harry.
Harry gave Lupin a piercing look and said, "Not until he apologizes to me," and walked back into the house with wide eyes staring after him. He walked up the two flights of stairs and opened the door to the bedroom he was in earlier with Luna. He went over to his bed and flopped down on it, with his clothes and glasses still on. In less than a minute, he fell off to a dreamful sleep.
The door slammed open and in walked a man, in about his late teens, with a wand pointed straight at Voldemort.
"Let her go Voldemort! Now!" He screamed.
"Ah. I was suspecting a boyfriend. Not," Voldemort smirked," you."
"Shut it Voldemort. Just...Just let the girl go!" The man screamed.
"Oh. SO now she's...a girl? Whatever happened to...Lily?" Voldemort smiled. "Forgot her name already?"
"I said shut up! Now let her go before I hex you!" The man screamed, apparently aggravated.
"Oh! Your going to hex me now are you? Well tell me, who's the Dark Lord around here? Not you. Me. So tell me again, who's going to be hexing who?"
"Vosecume Olvarum!" The man shouted with his wand pointed at Voldemort.
"Nooooooooooo!!!"
A reddish light came zooming towards him and then there was darkness.
Harry sat up in bed, out of breath and in a cold sweat. He just realized that the dream he had was the continuation of the vision he was having when the dementors were near him. He got up and opened up the window just a crack more and felt the gentle breeze of the summer air. He walked back to his bed and lay down with his eyes closed, but his thoughts were keeping him up. He wondered what happened to his mother? What happened to the guy? The guy. Harry just noticed the softness of the pillows, the comfortable cushiony bed under his body, and he instantly got sleepy again. He thought he heard shouting, but that could have been coming from outside. As he drifted into sleep, a last thought creeped into his head. Harry took in notice that the guy in the dream looked familiar. Very familiar.
Harry awoke about an hour later to a red headed person hovering over him, shaking him awake.
"R-ron? What is it? Stop...stop shaking me...Ron?" Harry's eyes were blurry but he was sure he saw tears on Ron's face.
"Ron? Ron what's the matter?" He reached over for his glasses and put them on. He gasped when he saw Ron's face. It was scrunched up in sadness and his eyes were red and puffy. There were tears running down his cheeks and onto his shirt, which was damp with sweat. Harry sat up in bed and looked towards the doorway. He saw the silhouette of Hermione and another girl talking, and crying.
"Ron? Ron, what's happened? Why are all of you crying? What-" Harry's question was cut off when Ron said softly," Dad...Dad had a heart attack and he...he..." Ron couldn't finish because his sobs took over his voice. He started sobbing against the headboard. Harry didn't need Ron to finish his sentence. He knew fully why everyone was crying. The husband of one and the father of many, had died. And of a heart attack. A wave of nausea swept over Harry. He had only known Mr.Weasley for six years of his life, and he didn't know a lot about him, but he felt a pang of sadness in his heart. And plus, seeing one of your best friends cry so much, will make you sad also.
"Oh my God. Ron...I'm...I'm so sorry. When-"
"Just...just after you came up here. He and...and Lupin were arguing about...you...and then dad got sweaty and...and he couldn't breathe and...and then he...that was it." Ron couldn't say the word 'die'. He felt that if he said it, it would take away any hope in his heart that it was just a dream. And he was afraid that saying it would make it final.
"They...they were...why were they arguing about me?" Harry asked with a note of curiosity and guilt in his voice.
"I dunno Harry, but all I know is that Lupin was trying to go after you and dad got in his way and told Lupin to leave you alone and then...that's when they started arguing." Ron responded to Harry, with sadness etched all over his face and voice.
Harry could not believe this. HE was the one to blame for Arthur Weasley's death. If he had kept his word and talked to Lupin when he asked him to, there would be none of this. They would all be sleeping peacefully. At least MOST of them would. Harry's mind couldn't help but wander over to the dream he had less than an hour ago.
Who was that person? Who does that person look like? It couldn't have been my father. He didn't have sand coloured hair. And whoever it was, why was he protecting my mother and not my dad?
"Harry? Harry?" A voice interrupted his thoughts. It was Hermione. She was asking him something, but the beautiful girl next to her distracted him. And she was nothing less than beautiful.
She had a long mane of dark hair that came up to her ankles. Her caramel skin was flawless except for a small silver coloured cut across her right cheek. She had a very nice figure. She was curvy at all the right places. Her hands looked so delicate and her legs were smooth in the blue knee length skirt she wore. She had big full luscious red lips any girl would get envious for, and her nose was just right. The most beautiful thing about her were her eyes. Her eyelashes were exceptionally long and her eyes were a mixture of blue, green, gray, and surprisingly, red. Her beautiful colour eyes topped her off perfectly.
"Right Harry?" Hermione asked him with a frown.
"Huh? What?" Harry said while shaking his head and looking at Hermione.
"I said, that you should go downstairs and talk to Lupin. It's either now or never Harry, 'cause Lupin blames himself for Mr.Wealsey's death and he says he's going to leave, whether you talk to him or not."
Harry looked at Ron, then at the girl, then at Hermione.
"Yeah, I'll go." And with that, he got up and walked out the room without a backward glance.
All talking and moving ceased. Everyone looked towards the door and saw Harry. There was awkward silence for about a minute. Mrs. Wealsey was the first one to move. She walked towards Harry with puffy red eyes and hugged him so tight, he thought his eyes were going to pop out of its sockets.
"Oh Harry dear. It's horrible...but please...it's not your fault." She cooed to Harry while hugging him. A pang of anger surged through Harry's body. He pushed away from Mrs.Weasley's hug and looked around the room. Near the backyard door was Moody and a red faced crying Ginny. She was clinging to Moody for support and comfort. Moody was patting her head awkwardly. And as he looked around, he saw a large portion of the Wealsey's were gone. The only Weasley that was left was Charlie. And he was standing next to Dumbledore and Lupin. Apparently, they were all arguing before. And it was evident to whom it was about.
"Lupin, we need to talk." Harry said sternly to Lupin. Lupin turned to Harry and nodded.
"Can Harry and I please be alone?" Lupin asked while looking at Mrs. Weasley. Everyone nodded and left the kitchen with no questions asked.
They were finally alone. Again. A/N: OMG!!!!!!!!! I am soooooooooooooo sorry! I haven't been updating for like 1600 years! Well not really. It's actually been only a month, but wow! I know all of you must be angry at me! LOL! But I've been very, very busy for the past month and I haven't had time to write this chapter, but last night, I wrote about 4 more chapters and I am pooped! But here is the seventh chapter and I hope all of you are satisfied! Please R&R please! Thanx and Ciao!
Krystina