"But he's already awake," Ginny piped up.
"Harry's awake," Hermione also chimed in. "We heard him moving around, and talking. He asked for Professor Dumbledore," she said, and motioned towards Ron.
"Yes, he did ask for you, Professor," Ron said, and everyone in the room went silent, "and then he passed out again.
"The situation is more grave than anyone of us knows," Dumbledore
intoned. "We must wait for him to recover fully before we spring
anything on him. The funeral for Sirius will have to wait until he is
feeling better. I think Sirius would appreciate his friends, and
especially his godson attending his funeral," Dumbledore said, and
everyone nodded. "But, as for now, I believe I will go and check on him.
Would you care to accompany me, Poppy, and you Molly?"
The two women nodded, and they all walked up the stairs.
"Now, I must warn you both, that no matter what happens in the room, we must all be prepared. No matter what, we must all be on guard. With Harry not being in great condition, Voldemort can posess him much more easily than he could when Harry is at full strength.
Downstairs, the dining room had gone deathly quiet. Noone dared speak until the three descended the stairs. The silence was broken a few moments later, but not by anybody speaking, but the crackling of the flames in the fireplace. It seemed everyone was lost in their own private thoughts, although noone would say what they were thinking about.
Only one person seemed to be letting loose their own emotional storm. A small tear escaped from the eyes of...
Dumbledore knocked on the bedroom door, and received no answer. He knocked three more times, and still no responce was forthcoming. Molly looked on in horror as Harry lay still in his bed, unknowing about the world he had left behind. It was only when Dumbledore had opened the door that Molly could see fully how Harry looked.
A soft glow was coming off of his skin. Not sure what the glow was,
Molly moved away as Poppy and Dumbledore moved in to examine Harry. The
soft glow did not continue to brighten as Dumbledore believed, but the
glow stayed consistent throughout his body. It seemed to be coming from
his eyes, and then it covered his whole body.
Poppy tried a reviving spell on Harry, however it bounced back. Perturbed that a mere student could do that to her, she tried to force a calming draught down his throat. He drank it, however it seemed to be working on Poppy instead of him, since she could taste it in her mouth. How could he have done that, she wondered.
Ginny. The tears continued unabated, however noone noticed, since they were pre-occuopied with their own thoughts. Each was thinking about what might happen if Harry did not make it. Ginny wondered why she was crying about this very thought, because she and Dean Thomas were together. How could she feel this way still towards Harry? She did not understand it at all.
She was over Harry Potter, the boy who lived, or so she thought she was. How could one boy affect her so? Was it just because he had saved her from the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets, or was it something more?
Why am I feeling this way, she thought furiously to herself. To take her mind off these thoughts, she cast a look around the room.
Remus was looking very careworn. He was now the last of Harry's guardians remaining. His hair which had had color in it at one time now was pure silver throughout, which showed how much he had aged since Sirius' death. It was not fair to him that he might even lose Harry, his final connection to Lily and James.
Her father, Arthur Weasley looked upstairs, almost as if to hear what was going on. Ginny knew he and her mother both cared about Harry very much, however he couldn't help wondering what was going on.
All of a sudden, a golden glow entered the dining room, the same as what Harry was now dealing with. Everyone snapped out of their own thoughts, and looked at what was now going on inside the dining room. It didn't seem to emenate anywhere within, but it seemed to be directed towards one person.
Harry woke briefly once again. He whispered "tell her I love her," and then passed out again. The three people in the room knew there was nothing more that could be done, and they left the room, all wondering who the "her" meant. As they walked down the steps, the dining room also filled with the golden glow, they entered, and were astonished to see everyone looking towards a certain red headed girl. She was now floating in the air, concern etched over her face, but now they all knew whom Harry liked, if only he would wake up again.