About three weeks into the summer, the Weasleys had come and picked Calleigh up and taken her to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, with her father. She had been very busy fixing up some of the rooms while she was there. She would have liked to say she had been so busy she forgot Harry, but that would have been a lie. She hadn't but she wore herself out every night against the wishes of her father.
She had heard that Harry had gotten into trouble because he used the Patronus Charm around, Dudley most likely. She hoped he would be alright, but soon fixed her mind back on her work. She was determined to clean the walls of some of the rooms and paint them. She had gotten hers done, as well as a second. But the third one seemed to be the worst yet and had taken longer then she expected.
She needed to get more water and stretch her legs, so she went and got some herself. She had heard a door open and close and hushed whispers. She had gotten used to them and went back upstairs. Back into her cage of a room.
In a short while she heard a hushed shriek from one of the rooms nearby, and knew immediately that Harry had just arrived. She hadn't realized it before then. She rushed out of the room, almost knocking her water over.
When she entered the room adjacent the one she had been working in. It had the same grimy walls that all of the others had and looked very depressing. She spotted Harry immediately who was already greeting Hermione and Ron.
"Harry!" Calleigh exclaimed, much like Hermione had just moments before.
"Calleigh, you are here already?" Harry said almost astonished.
"Yeah. I wanted to send you letters or something, but I didn't really know what I wanted to put in them. I have been really busy since I got here," Calleigh said smiling.
"Doing?" Harry said, almost irritably.
"Oh Harry you should see your room! This one is mine for now, and Ron will be with you for awhile, until Calleigh is finished with his room. But you have to see it them, the rooms!" Hermione noted enthusiastically.
They showed Harry one room down, next to the stairs. When they went inside they saw a deep red and the wood was light and warm. The things in the room looked neat and clean, and sanitary.
"You – you did this, Calleigh?" Harry asked astonished.
"Yeah. I only have this room, and mine done right now. I am working on Ron's room. I think it is more like Ron then people seem to think, it is very stubborn," Calleigh said laughing.
"Your room is finished too?"
"Yeah. It is a light blue with a dark wood on it. It looks really neat. I didn't know what colors you would want, so I picked basically our hose colors," she replied offhandedly. "I should get back to work, Harry. I will try to remember to take a break and we can catch up."
After that Calleigh left the room, and headed to the one across from the one he had started in. He couldn't believe she had been working the whole time she had been here and hadn't even gotten a letter to him. Then again, she seemed to want to get the place looking respectful to even his Aunt and Uncle. She had her hair braided and had a long shirt on with ripped up jeans. She looked different, yet the same.
As Calleigh went back to the room she had been working on, she cringed when she heard Harry yelling at Ron and Hermione. She felt horrible and instead concentrated harder on her work. She bet Harry wouldn't be speaking to her for the rest of the night. But she was going to take a break and try to get him too.
After dinner, Hermione and Ron went into their rooms, and started doing homework and talking. Hermione had gotten the clue that she wanted to talk to Harry, alone.
"Harry, wanna see my room?" Calleigh asked nervously.
"Uh – sure, why not?"
Her room really did look good. He couldn't believe how good of work she had done on the two rooms, and she couldn't use any magic.
"Harry, I am, well I'm sorry. I heard you yelling at Ron and Hermione. And, I know it must seem unfair that I had gotten here before you," Calleigh sighed sadly.
Harry was taken aback by what she had said. "Calleigh, it is alright. I understand. I mean look at what you have done to these two rooms. They look, well great," Harry said with a small smile.
"No its not, Harry. I know how you felt. If it weren't for what I had told Dumbledore at the end of the last term, I probably wouldn't even be here right now."
She grimaced in pain as she sat down on her bed. Harry looked at her oddly, not sure what was going on.
"There is something I want to tell you Harry. But, I can't get myself to do it. I am so sorry!" Calleigh sobbed.
He didn't know why she was acting like this, until it hit him. He didn't know what he was going to do, or what he was supposed to. "Calleigh it is alright," he said comfortingly grabbing her shoulder.
She let out a cry of pain, that didn't escape the walls thankfully. She put her hand to her shoulder, and started to feel the blood oozing down her back.
"Harry, I am sorry. I need to go," Calleigh said, quickly.
"Calleigh, what is going on? Why are you bleeding?" Harry asked, worried and angered.
"I can't do it Harry. I am sorry, I am no good. I just can't bring myself to say it. I am sorry, really I am," she whispered before rushing out the door.