Hey guys! Wrote this chapter rather quickly, let me know what you think.

Chapter 6

Waking up was hard. People were talking around him, he couldn't understand what they were saying though.

"-scars-"

"-I found-"

"Do you think?"

"I….sure….."

"-suicidal?"

"Need…..24/7"

Merlin, he wished that they would just shut up and let him go back to sleep. Sunlight was streaming on his face bright and warm. He yearned to turn away from the light, but his body hurt to much to move. Harry groaned, at this moment, it seemed the world was against him.

"-awake-"

Within the second hands were upon him, hands touching his forehead, hands on his shoulders, hands. His eyes shot open as he fought them off, everything was blurry. His body protested, but he didn't care.

He tried to yell at them to get off but all that came out was a weak, "Gerrroff!"

A face appeared inches away from his.

"Harry it's ok, calm down."
It took him a little bit to recognize her in his sleep hazy mind.

"Madame Pomfrey?"

Somebody put his glasses on his face and suddenly he could see everybody: Dumbledore, Snape, and McGonagall standing around his bed staring at him with grim expressions.

"Whats going on? Has something happened? Why am I here?"

There was a moment of silence which told Harry everything he needed to know. Snape was staring at him with a calm face, McGonagall was looking everyplace but at Harry, and Dumbledore walked over and took his hand. Harry felt himself go pale..

"Who died?" He whispered heart brokenly.

McGonagall choked back a sob.

"I'm sorry! I need a moment," She said as she suddenly fled from the scene.

Harry looked at Dumbledore for an explanation.

Dumbledore sighed.

"Harry," He started sadly, "What do you remember of yesterday?"

Harry looked at the headmaster for a long time, and then it all came back to him.

The lake. The prophet. Everybody knew.

Everybody knew.

Harry closed his eyes and turned his head away.

"I just want to go back to my room."

Madame Pomfrey tsked, "Mr. Potter you are not well enough. You'll need to stay here for at least a night. Plus I need a report on your injuries."

Harry glared at her. "I fell down the stairs."

The healer pursed her lips, "Your scars don't tell the same story."

"I fell down the stairs multiple times."

"Harry," Dumbledore warned.

"And why are you malnourished? Was that the stairs to?" Professor Snape chimed in.

Harry looked at them fiercely, "I was afraid of getting fat."

Professor Snape slammed his fist on a table, making Harry go rigid with fear.

" ! This is no laughing game!" Snape yelled.

Harry didn't hear him though, his wide eyes dancing across the room, his breaths were coming out harsh and ragged.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

He wasn't aware he was crying. He wasn't aware when Dumbledore pulled Snape out of the room. He wasn't aware when Madame Pomfrey injected a sleeping potion into his arm. He wasn't even aware when everything went black.

...

Harry awoke in the late afternoon. His muscles were stiff and sore as he stretched them out. He looked to his side and smiled as he saw his two best friends sleeping in chairs next to his bed.

Careful to be quiet Harry slowly sat up and placed his feet on the cold floor. Looking around to see if anybody was around, he gathered up his energy and stood up. It took him three times to get to his feet, but his full bladder was a great motivator.

Once he stood up he started his slow moving towards the bathroom.

"Harry?" Ron's voice called out behind him and he suddenly felt an arm grip his waist.

Harry sighed in relief of not having to hold his body up anymore.

"Hey!" He whispered back breathlessly.

"Where were you going?"

Harry looked up into Ron's concerned gazed and Harry found himself feeling guilty.

"I needed to use the bathroom."

Ron's concerned melted into an uncomfortable look.

"Here I'll help you."

Harry just shook his head. "No its ok-"

Ron interrupted, "Harry let me help you."

Knowing that Ron was about to get suborn, he nodded his head.

"Ok."

Harry was fine letting Ron guide him into the bathroom, however when Ron didn't leave the bathroom, Harry started to get irritated.

"Well?!" Harry snapped after a moment of silence.

Ron put his hands in his pockets while looking at the door, "Well what?"

"Well are you going to leave?"

Ron cleared his throat and looked at him.

"Harry, I can't."

"What do you mean you can't? Let me take a piss!"

"Harry, mate, your on suicide watch."

Harry stared at Ron in shock.

"What do you mean suicide watch!"

"Ever since Dumbledore pulled you from the lake, Madame Pomfrey and Dumbledore put you on suicide watch."

Harry gaped at him.

"But I- I wasn't- I-" Ron shushed him.

"Harry it's ok, we can talk about it later."

Harry dumbly nodded while Ron looked at the wall opposite.

Once Harry was done, he gripped the sink to wash his hands, trying to process everything, and to his embarrassment tears started to form and his shoulders started to shake.

When Ron's hand gripped his shoulder, Harry wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and hide from the world.

"If it makes you feel better, at least it wasn't Hermione that woke up in time!"

And then Harry was laughing because the whole situation was too ridiculous to conceive, and Ron was laugh next to him.

…

Remus stumbled into a back alley of London, before collapsing on the ground. He wasn't sure how long he laid there, but he didn't have the energy or strength to do anything about it. Somebody grabbed him, tilting his face to inspect it.

"Hey Tuck! Com 'ere!" Shouted the person that was gripping his face. His eyesight was fading to black.

" 'E looks like one of Doc's!"

Another hand roughly grabbed his face.

"Ay! Ay! Mister look at me!"

Remus focused on him with all his energy.

"Maybe not, I can't tell."

"Ask him the question."

"Ay Mister! I solemnly swear I'm up to no good!"

Remus went cold.

"Core, I think he recognizes the words!"

"Did 'e say the words back?"

Remus tried to clear his throat.

"The words.." he rasped out. "How do you know the words."

"Mister we won't help you if you don't say the words."

Closing his eyes, he let himself welcome the black.

"Mischief Managed."

"Core! Help me get 'em back to Doc's!"

A/N: Sorry I am from Minnesota and don't know any London accent or anything so try to give me a little bit of a brake, any help is welcomed though!

Next chapter: The order finds out Privet Drive is burned to the ground, Harry talks about the Dursley's, Ron and Hermione support, and Remus finds out about Harry's summer.