Note: Sorry all. It wouldn't let me upload, dunno why... Anyway, here's more.
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Wizard's Flu is a very curious disease. It is the only known virus that only affects magical peoples: further more; it does not only attack the wizard's body, but his magic as well. It is a crippling disease that can leave the magical person in bed for months as they try to recover both their immune system and their magic. Like malaria, it can relapse often and without warning. Only the very strong survive.

Harry, of course, had had this flu two years ago, after a run in with a Death Eater. He survived thanks to large amounts of potions and rest. His magic had not been fully recovered by the time he had fought Voldemort for the last time. The killing curse had nearly killed the killer.

The winter after that, he relapsed. He missed a month of school and had nearly had to repeat the year. Hermione, thankfully, had helped him through it. Now he was better, but he had to be careful: the slightest cold could mean a relapse, which he could not afford. For a while, anytime he sneezed everyone would get excited, until he assured them that he was alright.

He was really fully recovered. The healers even thought he was healthier than before he had been sick. The only downside to the whole thing was that he had become extremely lazy.

"Don't you have a paper to write?" Hermione asked.

"Since when has that ever motivated us before?" Ron mumbled.

"Seeing as this paper is a big part of your grade, and your grade determines if -"

"Okay, okay. If it shuts you up." As they argued, Harry was looking at a book, trying very hard to read it, but his brain didn't feel like it.

"I'm too tired to do this," Harry said.

"But you've slept all day."

"You're point?"

"Can't argue with that logic," Ron said. Hermione threw a look at him.

"Just start it, at least. Here, I'll help you."

"But you won't help me?" Ron asked.

"You've already started. He hasn't." She got up and sat next to him. "Okay, so it's on... the origin of protective charms. What do you know on protective charms?"

"They protect people."

"Yes… and?"

"And… they're charms."

"What's this book on?" She pulled up the cover. "Harry!"

"What?"

"This book isn't even on charms! It's on quidditch!" She pulled the book off of him and went over to a pile of her books. Ron high-fived Harry while she wasn't looking. "Here. Try this."

"'History of Charms'. Sounds riveting."

"It will help more than 'International Quidditch Techniques'."

"Okay, okay."

"Read it."

"I am."

"And you," she said to Ron, "get to work."

"Yes mother." The three of them sat there, one working and the other two half asleep. Harry took notes on it, hoping that somehow it would come together to make a paper. About a half hour later, he closed the book and dropped his head on it.

"How's it coming?" Hermione asked.

"Wonderfully," Harry mumbled into the book. He just noticed that Ron wasn't in the room anymore. "Where did Ronnykins go?"

"Not to the library. He's probably in the kitchen, eating all of your food."

"There's nothing in there anyway. Why do you think I'm always at the Burrow?"

"Did that book help?"

"Yeah, I guess." Just then, Ginny walked in. She ran over and kissed him, and then ran upstairs. "Someone's a tad happy."

"A tad?"

"I'm going to take this stuff upstairs," Harry said, handing Hermione her book back.

"Mmm hmm," she said, raising her eyebrows.

"Hermione…"

"What?"

"That's you and Ronny that you're thinking about, not me."

"Will you stop it already with those names?"

"But you call him that. Why can't I?"

"Harry!" She sighed. "Well, you'd better go take those 'books' upstairs."

"I will." He picked up his things and went upstairs. Ginny wasn't in their room, but she was somewhere nearby. He could hear her walking around. She came quickly through the door.

"Hello there handsome," she said. She threw her arms around him and kissed him.

"Where've you been?"

"Out."

"Out where?"

"Out of the house." She laughed. "Come on, Harry. I had a class this morning."

"Yeah, at eight. It's almost ten at night. I doubt one class lasted longer than twelve hours."

"Class was over at noon. Then I went out with my friends. Or aren't I allowed to have any friends?"

"I just want you to be careful, that's all."

"Careful of what? There's nothing to worry about. I can take care of myself."

Harry sighed. "Fine." He walked away, not sure why he was feeling so angry. He walked into the kitchen. Sure enough, Ron was there, eating ice cream out of the container.

"How long did it take her to notice I left?" Ron asked.

"Not very long. She doesn't miss much." He grabbed a spoon and joined Ron. The Prophet was spread out on the table. "Whatcha reading?"

"Sports section. Quidditch world cup is in France this year. Maybe you could get us in."

"If I knew how to speak French. But I guess we could always take Fleur. I'm sure she'd do anything to get away from those kids for a while."

"I know. I'm amazed they haven't made more." Harry laughed, when something caught his eye. The front page was just under the sports section. He pulled it out.

Harry dropped his spoon. "What?" Ron asked. Harry handed him the page and left the room. He went out the front door and sat on the steps of Grimmauld Place.

It can't be, he thought. It's supposed to be over. It is over.

On the front page of the Prophet had been a very large picture of the Dark Mark, with a smaller picture of Bellatrix Lestrange. He didn't have to read the article to know what it was about, or to know that soon reporters would be swarming around him again.

I must have been seeing things, he thought. I'm paranoid. It couldn't have been there. It's over. It's been over.

Bellatrix had never been caught. Neither had Pettigrew, but no one was really worried about him. If Bellatrix had started attacking people again… No, they can't bring him back. There's no body. The Ministry destroyed it. They'd need that, and me, and they won't get either of them.

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione asked, coming outside slowly. She had noticed him burst outside suddenly.

"I'm fine."

She sat next to him. "Umm… I saw the paper. This morning."

"And you didn't say anything to me?"

"I didn't want to upset you."

"Well, you did a good job of that."

"It's not that bad. I mean… they can't do anything, can they? Not without -"

"Hermione, I really just need to be alone for a bit, okay?" He got up and walked down the road, not sure where he was going or why.