"Rise and shine!" someone yelled as sunlight burst into the room and shone on Harry's face. He quickly closed his eyes to the blinding light.
"You shouldn't have been looking straight at the sun when you opened your eyes, silly!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Wotsgoinon?" Ron sleepily asked, entering Harry's room, yawning, hair askew and pajamas crooked.
"Is it…snowing oustside?" Harry asked, hopping off of his bed and walking to the window, suddenly more awake. Sure enough huge, fluffy white flakes were drifting down the already snow-covered ground. He looked to the east and saw only blackness. Harry knew it must be a blizzard storm, but there was something else about it…something eerie…
"That's right," she brightly said.
"It's June!" Ron exclaimed, still looking tired, "How can it be snowing?"
"Ron," Hermione said, grinning, "think about it," she finished, rolling her eyes and opening the other set of curtains.
"Alright alright that's too much light I'm awake already!" Harry said, shielding the sunlight from his eyes with his hand.
"Lupin's going somewhere today. He didn't give me any details but I think he's going with Tonks to look for another horcruxe that might be around here somewhere," she said, shutting the curtains again.
"Why's it snowing?" Ron demanded, ignoring the fact that they had gone on to another subject already.
"He's going to find one?" Harry asked, temporarily forgetting about the uncanny storm.
"Yes, that's what he told me. He said we aren't to leave the house. Of course, Mad-eye will be here but there are other exits than the front door."
"There are?" Harry asked, not surprised that once again she knew more about him than he knew about himself.
"If she weren't your friend I'd think she were stalking you, mate," Ron muttered, glancing at Hermione who was now picking up her things from the floor.
"How do you know that?" Harry asked.
"Because I looked around last night," she simply answered.
Harry thought for a moment, "Hermione, you and I've been together since we arrived at Grimauld Place and we've never gone looking…"
"I went last night when you were asleep," she answered again, straightening Harry's bed.
"Oh. I wasn't asleep very often last night, though."
"No, but when you were was when I went," she said, leaving the room.
Ron looked at Harry, clearly confused, "What was her bed things doing in your room?" he asked.
Harry shrugged, "I don't know. I had a nightmare last night and I think she thought I'd be safer with her in the room."
"You didn't…er…you know…" he stuttered, a blush creeping up his face.
Harry laughed, "No, ofcourse not, Ron," he said.
He stepped closer to Harry as if there were other people in the room and whispered, "Did you have another go at the memory last night by yourself?" he asked.
Harry looked at him, "No, why? We saw all we could see, Ron."
"I don't think so, I think there's something there that Dumbledore meant for only you to see."
Harry looked to the ground, "How would you know something like that?" he asked, looking back up at Ron.
He shrugged and stood up straighter, "Just a feeling," he said.
"Are you two coming down to breakfast or are you going to starve?" Hermione asked as she walked past the room and down the stairs.
Harry and Ron quickly dressed and headed down the stairs.
"So, you and Hermione've made up, then?" Harry asked, hoping with all his heart they had.
"No way!" Ron said as they came around the corner into the kitchen, "We'll talk later," he finished in a mutter when he saw Hermione sitting at the table waiting for them.
"I've made breakfast for everyone," she brightly said as Tonks and Lupin came into the room and Moody sat in a chair, "enjoy," she said, serving it up.
"I hear you're going out there for a horecruxe," Harry said to Lupin whom he was sitting across from.
Lupin glanced at Hermione, who was chatting merrily with Tonks, then looked back at Harry, "Tonks and I are going out there, yes."
"Can I go with?" he eagerly asked, "Dumbledore let me go last time."
"And Dumbledore's dead, Harry. No, I want you to be safe here with your friends. If anything is to happen to Tonks or me, Alastor will still look over you three."
"I didn't kill Dumbledore," Harry said calmly, although anger had risen up in him.
"I never said you did…"
"You implied it. Snape killed Dumbledore," he said in the same voice.
Lupin let his spoon clatter to the bottom of his bowl and moved it forward away from him, "Harry, I never accused you of killing anyone," he said, laying his folded hands on the table, "We cannot afford to lose you. You are the one and only person Voldemort is after now, Harry and we cannot take any chances of him capturing or killing you."
Harry dropped his spoon into his half-finished porridge and said, "Breakfast was very good, Hermione, thank you," and left the room.
When Harry got to his bedroom he slammed the door as hard as he could and hit the wall, causing a fairly large dent. He turned away from the wall, seething. He couldn't believe that Lupin wouldn't let him go out on the horecruxe hunt.
Harry turned back around and his anger was momentarily forgotten. The dent in the wall in which he had just made with his own hand a few seconds ago, was gone. He hit the wall again, this time causing a larger dent, and watched it, before his very eyes, fix itself.
"A repair charm was set over the house when your parents bought it," a soft voice came from the doorway. Harry spun around to find Lupin, his hands in his pockets, watching Harry.
He grunted in reply and turned back around, not wanting to talk to Lupin at the moment.
"Tonks and I are going now," he said, "I thought you should know."
Harry didn't say anything, or aknowledge that he had heard for that matter, but only stayed facing away from him.
He turned around a few minutes later when he was sure Lupin had gone.
What's wrong with me? He asked himself. He didn't know what had happened down in the kitchen. He had just…gotten angry for no reason. Of course…that happened a lot now days with his short temper.
Harry gazed through the window, watching the snow fall to the ground…or on the trees which were on the property. He noticed it had gotten darker; the unnatural clouds had moved in front of the sun so now it looked as if there were an eclips.
Something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye and he looked down to find Lupin and Tonks heading into the abnormally thickly wooded forest. Yesterday there had been a ripling tarn where they stood.
Now they were walking across the frozen lake.
