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Chapter 14: Back to the Burrow...
Harry rather enjoyed the ride to Ron's house. Even if the car was a bit crowded, he liked not going back to the Dursley's. Dumbledore had wanted him to stay at the Dursley's for better protection, but he had grown tired of corresponding only by letter.
Ron and Hermione had talked about the things they had done together over the summer. It really depressed Harry to hear about all of the things they were doing and the places they were going that Dumbledore would strongly advise him not to. Even if he could correspond with anyone he wanted, he couldn't see them.
"Harry?" George broke his train of thoughts. George was in the front seat and had turned around to ask him something, but found him day dreaming.
"Yeah?" he asked blinking.
"Where were you?" he laughed.
"Home." Harry laughed.
"Don't worry Mr. Potter, you'll arrive soon enough and then you'll wish summer would have lasted longer!" George said in a chauffeur voice.
"Yeah yeah yeah, so what'd you want?" he asked bringing them back to topic.
"I don't remember now...if I remember I'll ask you later!" George said turning around.
The rest of the way back to the Burrow was rather uneventful with the occasional of a sentence trying to get everyone to say something. This only lasted for a few seconds and died back down to nothing. Although Harry did catch Ron and Hermione sneaking glances at one another. A few times, he saw Hermione look at him out of the corner of his eye. "Crazy women...make up your mind who you're looking at!" he thought, huffing.
The car started to descend and Harry's stomach started to do little flips every time they would go down suddenly. They came down a little hard on the driveway, but rolled to a stop in front of the house.
"Well, here we are everyone." George said stepping out of the car.
It was a relieving sight for Harry. He loved the Weasley's so much, but he loved their house too. It had a warm feeling in it. "I'll bet Draco's house is full of nothing but a cold tense atmosphere." hethought, bringing his mood up.
They unloaded their things and went up to the rooms. Harry's trunk and Hedwig's cage had already been brought over. "Hedwig's probably out flying as usual." he laughed to himself.
When he was going down the stairs, he ran into a young red headed girl. "Hey Ginny! How have you been all summer?" he smiled.
"Oh...it's been fun mostly. Been trying to keep Ron from sending dozens of howlers to Dean. I honestly don't see what the big deal is about me seeing him!" she said getting a little flushed.
"Well, if I had a little sister, I'd watch for who she was with too!" he laughed rubbing the back of his neck. An awkward silence instilled itself upon the two.
She looked at her feet awkwardly then looked back up at him, "So...how've you been?" she asked trying not to sound like she was prying.
"I've been...I've just been really down lately. And there's so many thingsbuilding upinside of me. It's hard to keep them all in and not tell anyone." he said feeling more down than before.
"You shouldn't keep things like that in. It can drive a person insane you know!" she said sounding a bit concerned.
"I have to..." he said lowering his head a little bit.
She realized this was too much of a touchy subject. "Do you want to go play a bit of Quidditch?" she said trying to bring him out of his mood. "Not right now...I don't feel very up to it." he said declining politely.
"Suit yourself." she shrugged and started going up the steps. She stopped about 3 steps up from him, "If you ever want to talk, just ask." she smiled warmly.
He felt warmth deep in his chest. "Thanks Ginny." he smiled and then laughed.
He looked down the stairs. He looked back up at her and she was light pink. She turned and started up the stairs, "Bye Harry, see you later!" she said at the top of the steps.
"Yeah...Later." he said going up one or two steps.
He went up to Ron's room andlie down on the bed they had conjured up for him. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
"Harry?" a voice called from the door. He lifted his head up and let it flop back down. He didn't really want to talk to anyone right now.
"Yes?" he said throwing his arm over his eyes.
Hermione stepped through and saw him on his bed. "Are you okay?" she asked walking over to the side of Ron's bed that was closest to Harry's bed and sat down.
"I'm just really tired all of the sudden and I feel so depressed right now." he sighed slowly. He sighed heavily again and kicked his shoes off.
"I'm sorry, I'll go so you can rest." she said standing up.
She walked over to the door, but hesitated for a moment. "Harry?" she said softly.
"Yes?" he asked, leaning up on one arm. "If you ever want to talk you can come to me or Ron. Okay?" she added softly.
"Yeah, thanks. Really, I mean it. I appreciate everything you guys have put up with on my behalf." he said lying back down.
"Someone's got to!" she laughed as she went out the door.
"Women." he laughed.
He fell asleep as it started raining and woke up sometime late in the afternoon. He felt so dreary but he knew he had slept for a few hours. He moved around for a second then settled into a comfortable position.
"So you finally woke up eh?" Ron asked yawning.
Harry flipped over. "When did you come in?" he asked rubbing one of his eyes.
"I came in maybe an hour after Hermione said she had left." he said lying back down.
"Rather dreary day isn't it?" Ron yawned.
"Just thought that myself." Harry said sitting up.
"Do you know what time it is?" Harry asked absent-mindedly. "No clue, go check downstairs..." Ron said lying on his side. "Thanks!" Harry said throwing a pillow at him. He was greeted at the door by a pillow in the back of the head. He picked it back up and threw it back at Ron and ran out the door, closing it behind him.
He walked rather clumsily down the stairs and looked at the clock. It was about 4 in the afternoon. He went over to a window and leaned on the windowsill.
He leaned his forehead on the cold glass. It felt so good. He would've gone walking outside; only it was raining pretty heavily. "I wish I had an umbrella..." he said wishing for one.
He figured they must've had one somewhere so he looked around for a bit and found a big black umbrella.
He went outside and opened it up. He strolled alongside the house for a bit but wandered off a little bit farther.
He was walking down a hill when his foot slipped and he slid halfway down a hill. The umbrella had fallen out of his hand and lay conveniently enough at the top of the hill.
He stood up after falling back down once or twice and pulled the back of his robes to the front. They were stained through with mud and now his clothes were getting soaking wet.
He looked up and saw a small black cloud.
He looked again and did a double take.
That was no cloud.