Another chapter. heck YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS.

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Chapter 21: Secret Revealed

Harry woke up drowsily on a couch in the Weasleys' living room. It had to have been around 12 o'clock. It was near pitch dark in the house except for the fire in front of him. Ron, Hermione, and Mrs. Weasley were all sleeping in either in a chair or on the floor with a blanket over them.

His head was pounding and his arm was tingling as if 1000's of tiny needles were being lightly touched to it. His vision was very blurry without his glasses, but he couldn't seem to find them.

He blinked a couple of times and looked around the room. Ron was snoring somewhat loudly and he could hear the rain still pelting on the windows outside.

He tried to move his leg but his whole body felt sore. "Probably from falling or something…" he thought to himself as he attempted to sit up.

His attempt proved to be futile and he grunted as his arms gave way as he tried to push himself up.

Ron awoke with a start and he turned over to see Harry halfway sitting up on the couch. "Harry!" he yelped.

He quickly covered his mouth as the other two women woke up as well. "Really Ron…" he heard Hermione mutter. He couldn't quite tell if she had looked at him, but his heart skipped a beat when she turned back towards him and nearly jumped up out of her chair.

Mrs. Weasley noticed that Harry too was awake and stood up out of the chair and rushed over to him. "Harry dear, are you all right? What happened?"

He tried to speak, but his throat felt so dry and constricted. The only thing that came out of his mouth was merely a series of coughs. "Go get him a cup of water dear and Ron, go get your father! He'll want to know that Harry is awake." She set the other two off and helped him sit up on the couch.

"You had us worrying something awful dear!" she smiled tiredly. "We heard something on the stairs and Ginny went up to see if you were all right…but she came back down, almost falling herself and told me to come up quick. Oh my dear boy…you nearly made my heart stop!" she put a hand over her chest.

"Molly, is he all right?" Mr. Weasley seemed wide awake.

She stood up and went over to husband. "He's only just woken up Arthur," Hermione returned with a cup a cold water and helped Harry drink out of it carefully, "Are you all right dear?"

It felt so wonderful running down his throat. He could feel it seeping down into his insides. He sighed and cleared his throat, "Thank you." He said wearily. "Yes, that helped. What happened anyways?" he asked trying to open his eyes to look more alert.

"You passed out on the stairs Harry." Hermione said handing him the cup carefully. "We figured that you were just physically worn out…you were outside for quite a while you know."

"Yeah...tell me about it." He laughed weakly.

He took a long drink from the cup and sighed. "Well…I feel really tired. Can we talk about this in the morning? I'm having a rather difficult time trying to stay awake right now." He laughed again, rubbing his eyes.

He heard them agree and he felt the cup being taken out of his hands before his head felt the pillow underneath it and he fell into a deep sleep.

He woke up around lunch the next day feeling even sorer than the previous night. He was able to sit up however, and the others who had been asleep all last night came over to talk to him. He found his glasses on the top of the couch and put them on.

Fred and George seemed a little more serious, but gladder to see him today for some reason unbeknownst to him. Ginny seemed a little reserved around him, but she was relieved to see that he was all right. "Look, I just don't want to cause any more trouble for your family than I already have! I've already been to the Hospital once!" he said quietly to her.

She didn't seem to care too much about his concerns, "Something's wrong with arm and you need to go get it looked at. And trust me; we've had to go to the hospital a lot more than one time in a day when Fred and George were younger." She said almost amusingly.

"I'll ask your mum if I can go back to see if I'm all right later on…I'm really hungry…" he said, and as if on queue, his stomach growled. Ginny sighed and walked back over into the kitchen.

"Do you want to eat over here or do you want me to help you the table?" Hermione came over and sat on the very edge of the couch where there was room.

"I think I can manage…" he said pulling his legs off of the couch and letting his feet touch the floor. He felt pain shooting up and down his legs achingly and he was forced to sit back down rather quickly.

"Come on Harry let me help you!" Hermione sat down beside him and put her arm around him and put his arm over her shoulders.

She somehow managed to pull them both up, Harry helping as best as he could. They got over to the table and he sat down a little hard in a chair, just glad to be able to not use any muscles whatsoever. Mrs. Weasley enquired about how he was feeling, physically and mentally and put rather large portions of food on his plate. "Thank you." He smiled warmly and looked at the food for a second. He didn't see how he could possibly eat all of this, but when he started to eat, he realized just how hungry he had been.

He cleaned his plate and leaned back against the chair. He was glad no one had tried to talk to him much while he had been eating. They all seemed tired as well.

"So…how are you feeling Ron? With your leg and all?" Harry leaned over and asked him once Ron had swallowed the last bit of his mashed potatoes.

Ron swallowed and looked over to him, "It's all right now. It was hurtin' somethin' awful earlier, but my mum put something on it…it feels a lot better now. How are you feeling?" Ron turned the conversation over to him.

"Oh well…I'm a little sore and I think I might have bruised my arm or something. Other than that, I'm fine." Harry smiled.

"Are you sure? We can take you back to the hospital if you're worried about anyfink…" he shoveled some more mashed potatoes into his mouth and began eating again.

"Maybe later on… Did you finish cleaning your room?" Harry remembered.

Ron almost choked on the mouth in his mouth, "Oh...no...not quite yet." Ron coughed a few times before he drank some water. "No…still…cleaning some stuff up."

Harry noticed some nervous and hidden glances around the table. "What's going on?" he asked aloud. He hadn't meant to speak it, but he had.

Everyone raised their heads up and looked nervously back and forth. "It's nothing dear," Mrs. Weasley smiled, "everyone it just a bit jittery. You have been through quite a lot as well as us."

Harry decided to accept the lie for now, but he would find out what had happened. "I wonder if something else happened while I was away?" he thought to himself this time.

He felt a sharp pain in his arm and hiscup fellto the floor with a loud clatter. He looked over at Ginny who was semi-glaring at him. "Sorry…must've lost my grip." He muttered as he bent over to pick it up.

Ginny stood put her fork down on her plate, shoved her chair back and stomped up the stairs.

"What's wrong with her?" Hermione asked, confused.

Everyone except Harry seemed confused by her sudden and irregular behavior. Harry only made a confused look appear on his face. "Female hormones." Fred and George whispered to each other and laughed silently.

"I'll go talk to her…" Harry said, pushing his chair back and standing up. Fred and George just about had a fit, so they apparated off.

"What is wrong with everyone today?" Ron exclaimed.

"Who knows? It's been a hectic past few days." Mr. Weasley cleared his throat.

"Well…I'll see if I can find out what's wrong." Harry made his way over to the stair case and started up, but he had a little difficulty getting up about 4 stairs.

"Do you need help?" Hermione made to get up.

"I'll be fine." He said sounding in a little bit of pain.

He got up to the floor she was on and knocked on her door. "Ginny can I talk to you please?" he was bent over almost halfway when she opened the door.

"Are you sure you can talk?" she said sounding angry.

"If I can sit down." He said pulling himself up.

She huffed, closed the door and led him back to the stairs and sat down beside him. "Harry…I'm worried about you. You keep having these random pains in your arm, you have trouble sitting or standing and you get winded when you go up a few steps." She sighed.

"Loo don't worry I'm-how did you know that?" Harry asked curiously.

"I heard you coming up the stairs and stop for a minute." She admitted nonchalantly.

Harry looked back at Ron's door. "I wonder what's so bad in there…" he thought wonderingly.

"Do you want to go back downstairs?" she asked standing up rather suddenly.

"Yeah…sure." He stood up with some difficulty and went down a few stairs making her think she was following him, but he went back up as fast as he could and went to the door.

He heard her call his name and come back up the stairs rather quickly. His hand was on the door. He turned the knob and started to open the door.

"Harry don't!" she shouted at the top of the stairs.

He ignored her verbal warning and looked in the room.

I so finished the chapter. go me. hahaha. and it only took me two weeks to get up another chapter (or was it three?) well.. nonetheless...i updated sooner. haha.

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