Harry woke to a low mumbling. Or what he had thought was so much. It turned out to be only a breeze slowly blowing through the slightly open window. He reached around for his glasses awhile before his hand happened upon them. He put them on and glanced around.
"It's still dark," he mumbled. He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. He then put them back on and got out of bed. There was still a little bit of a chill in the air, so he grabbed a pair of pants to put over his shorts. He rubbed his arms quickly as he made his way downstairs.
"H-how am I to get the elixir? I wouldn't even know where to start…" he heard Tori's voice trail off. He hid around a corner and peaked out from behind it. He saw Tori sitting in one of the armchairs in the first living room. He couldn't make out exactly whom she was talking to, but he got the feeling that she knew him well.
"Yeah, me either. But there's nothing we can do about it now, now can we? You are, for some reason, his favorite," a male voice said with a small hint of malevolence that Tori hadn't recognized. Was that a look of terror that crossed over Tori's face that Harry had just seen? He shook his head softly to himself. Couldn't be, he thought to himself. Not Tori. It didn't seem like her to be afraid of anything. And yet at the current moment she looked quite appalled by what the man was saying.
"Tori," he continued, "There's nothing I can do. You have to follow his orders." Tori shook her head.
"No," she mumbled, "I don't."
"Once again, my dear youngest sister, you don't have a choice. Once you're in, you're in. There is no getting out. So don't try to back out now," the man's voice had a bit of malice in it upon saying these things, but he continued in a softer tone, "I don't want to make this come to an end so quickly. Not after all that we've been through."
"I know CD, but…" Tori's voice trailed off once again, "You don't understand. I don't think I can. No. I know I can't." Harry watched her hands go up to her eyes. It appeared that she was wiping tears from her eyes. All of a sudden, Harry heard her voice in his head.
"Harry, spying isn't one of your best traits and I don't want to have to erase your memories. So for the time being forget everything what you've heard tonight and go back to sleep." He shook his head and it was as though he had shaken her voice from his head. He glanced back to where Tori and this "CD" person were talking. His and Tori's eyes met and he knew that she had meant everything she had whispered in his head.
"Tori, are you alright, darling?" Mrs.Weasley asked as Harry watched Tori walk in the room. She looked as though she hadn't gotten any sleep the night before and was really sick. She nodded slowly and sat down at the table emotionlessly.
"Harry, are you going to eat anything? You should. You'll need you're strength," Mrs.Weasley said trying to find something, anything to busy herself with, "George, darling, Bill and Fleur are still at the house I take it?" George nodded and played with his food a little bit. Ron and Hermione had yet to come down for breakfast.
"What're we going to do, mum?" Fred asked finally breaking the overwhelming silence. She looked up at him distractedly and then shook her head. As though that would simply erase her sorrow.
"I don't know anymore, Fred!" she stuttered out. And then collapsed into a crying heap on the floor. Harry glanced over at Tori. He couldn't figure out why she was so pale. He had had a dream the night before that he had seen her conversing with someone she referred to as "CD." He began to wonder if it had actually happened.
"Excuse me, please," Tori said weakly and left the table quickly, holding her mouth and waist.
"Excuse me, too, please," Harry said quickly and also left the table. He followed Tori to the bathroom where he heard sounds that were as though she were being sick. I wonder if this has anything to do with that strand of Draco's hair I found on her the other night, Harry thought to himself and walked back down the hall to his room.