There was a knock on the door. "Fred, open the door. Everything's fine, they're gone." It was Mr.Weasley. Fred and George moved everything away from the door and allowed their father to enter. His face was worn and he looked ready to pass out. "Alright, everyone to bed. Mrs. Weasley we'll be up with some hot cocoa in a little while.
He left the room. They all just sat there in stunned silence. No explanation as to what had happened and if it had really been dementors or not. Sydney stood up, not being able to take the silence any longer and headed downstairs. Everyone started talking as soon as she left.
"What do you think that was all about?" "What's wrong with Syd? She looks ready to fall over and die?" "Do you really think it was dementors?" "Why does everything bad seem to always when Sydney and Harry are around?" "Maybe we just have bad luck okay? Leave Sydney out of it. She was just drug into everything because she's related to me," Harry explained hastily. He quickly followed his cousin's footsteps down the stairs. Stopping in front of the bathroom. He could hear his cousin's sobs and he was almost afraid to open the door.
His heart sunk as he did. Blood was flowing down her arm and wrist and a razor, dripping with blood, was in her right hand. She looked up at Harry wide-eyed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just, I'm sorry." Harry hugged her tightly and grabbed a towel to stop the bleeding. He wrapped her arm up and rocked her back and forth. George came skipping, literally, down the stairs and stopped in the doorway. "Oh, god, she didn't did she?" he asked. Harry nodded, but put his finger to his lips. "I won't say anything. Is she okay? She's not passed out has she?" Harry shook his head. "She fell asleep a few seconds ago." George nodded. Fred stopped by next. George sat down on the toilet and watched Sydney sleep.
"Do you guys want coc—" He stopped looking at Sydney and then Harry. "This has got to stop, can't we find somewhere that she can get help?" Harry shrugged, "Not that I know of. At least not around here. And anyway, she'd probably be better off with an American doctor than an English one." Fred nodded and went downstairs to get the cocoa his mother made.
It didn't look like anyone would be sleeping much tonight. Except for Sydney and even then it wasn't peaceful. A half hour later she woke up screaming. Her body shook and she jumped. Harry hugged her tightly. "If my parents ever had a son, I would have wished it was you Har', cept, I wish you were older than me." He laughed at the sound of her voice. "I'm sorry about earlier, I just felt like crap, you know." Harry nodded. Oh, he knew, he was just glad she didn't hear what everyone had been saying upstairs.
"You hungry? I'm starving, let's go see if Mrs. Weasley made anything to eat." Sydney followed her cousin down the stairs. Molly Weasley had been doing everything in her power to calm her family down. Everyone was still a bit skittish every time they heard a noise. "Oh, sit dears, I'm making fresh biscuits and eggs and bacon for you." Sydney slumped down in the chair and yawned. Ron came down the stairs. "Smells good Mum, can I have some?" "Of course Ronald, before you sit down get some plates and set the table for everyone."