OMG! Sorry this chapter has taken SOOO long to get up. i couldn't think of anything to write for a while (writer's block) on this fanfic, and yet I was dishing out chapters for one of my new upcoming fanfics (it's CCS if you care...), and then last week was apring break..so i was relaxing and finishing this chapter up. so yeah...sorry...flame if you want but i wont like you. ; )

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Chapter 22: Troubled Times

Harry felt nothing at that moment. He stood there staring at the room for a moment and he was finally able to look away after a moment when his started to feel dry, making him blink. "Uh…" he said awkwardly and stumbled back into the door. "Ginny…what…" he choked on the words as he slowly sank to the floor.

"Harry…I…we don't know how it happened. I'm sorry…" she came quickly to his side and knelt beside him. "We don't know how it happened…after you left...I heard Ron and Hermione in the hallway…he doesn't leave his door open and I didn't hear it shut…so I came out to see what he was doing and when I came out…he made me go back in my room…but I came back out…" she started crying.

His body weighed nothing to him, but he couldn't move. "Ginny? Are you coming back dow-" Mrs. Weasley stopped at the top of the stairs when she saw Harry sitting by Ron's open door. "Harry…" she gasped and covered her mouth.

He looked up, his eyes looked dead. He saw Mrs. Weasley running back down the stairs calling for her husband loudly.

He looked back in the room. The window had been shattered. Glass lay in pieces around the window. The bed Harry had been sleeping in was torn apart, the feathers were everywhere around the room. Ron's bed was the same. The room looked completely ransacked.

It would have been fine that way, it could have just been a break in, a hate crime against Harry, but there was something else, something that made it sick to your stomach to see.

Arthur came bounding up the stairs and almost slid a few feet on the floor to Harry. "Harry look at me. Harry!" He pulled his head up so he could look at him and see if he was all right. "His eyes are dilated Molly," he said worriedly, "He's in shock-Harry are you all right?" Arthur shook him lightly to see if he was just in a daze.

Harry blinked hard a few times and felt his throat tighten. He couldn't speak; he had so many thoughts going through his mind that he couldn't do anything but try to think. All that he could manage was a soft grunt.

"Harry…" he looked up lazily to see Ron and Hermione at the top of the stairs, looking at him, petrified to see his door open.

"Let's get him downstairs." Mr. Weasley stood up and motioned for Ron to come over to help him get Harry up onto his feet.

Harry could hardly move his feet when they helped him over to stairs and back downstairs. They helped him sit down on the couch and Hermione brought him some tea. "Harry…I'm so sorry…" she said sorrowfully as tears spilled over out of her eyes.

She wiped them away and shut her eyes tight. "Don't cry…" she thought over and over again. She felt his arm go across her shoulders. "Harry…" she smiled and put her arm around him as well.

She heard him clear his throat, "What?" she asked looking at him. He pointed to the tea and smiled. "Oh! Yeah, sorry…can you hold it?" she asked putting it in his hands but still holding onto it. He pulled upward but his muscles were limp. She held it to his lips but when he felt the warmth rush through his system, he felt some of his strength come back, but he still couldn't talk.

He pulled the cup lightly out of her hands and nodded in thanks. She smiled, stood up, and walked back into the kitchen. She began talking to Ginny who was sitting at the table.

Harry put the cup on the table in front of him and silently sighed. He didn't know what to do anymore. He had a smile or two a few moments ago with Hermione, but the fact remained that someone obviously wanted him dead along with his friends. "How am I supposed to keep going, knowing that someone wants me dead?" he thought miserably.

His stomach lurched suddenly and he felt his throat tighten again. He stumbled to the bathroom with the others in pursuit. He shook his head and shut the door.

He was in there for about five minutes before he came out, wiping his mouth off on his sleeve. "Sorry…" he mouthed. He patted his stomach a few times and tried to smile. He leaned over and coughed a few times before he realized his hands were shaking. He looked at them for a moment and went back over to the couch with a hand from Arthur. "You'll need to drink all of this." He put the cup in Harry's hands and stayed beside him until he had drunken the whole cup. "Harry…about what you saw…I've contacted the Ministry…they'll be sending a few Aurors over shortly to look at the room. Obviously, you can see why we tried to divert you from seeing the room. If you want to talk though…when you feel that you can again…you can always talk to Molly and me." Harry nodded and set the cup on the table with shaking hands.

He took his glasses off and set them on the pillow beside him and rubbed his eyes. "I know that Voldemort wants me dead and everything…but why am I suddenly so worried about it?" he said to himself.

Arthur gently took the cup from the table and took it into the kitchen where he began to talk to his wife silently.

Harry leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes. "I just want to be a normal person. I don't want to be the famous wizard Harry Potter; I just want to be Harry Potter, the really good Seeker at Hogwarts. Even that would suffice." He sighed and put his glasses back on.

As his eyes closed, visions of Ron's desiccated room flashed in front of his eyes. He snapped his eyes open and found Hermione coming into the room, along with Ron. He smiled and moved over so they could sit.

"How are you feeling mate?" Ron clapped him on the back softly. Harry sighed heavily and shrugged. "I'm sorry you had to see my room the way you did. We were all trying to keep you away from the room…and we thought you'd stay away from it after we said Fred and George blew something up in it," they all smiled, "but I guess that didn't really bother you."

Harry opened his mouth as if to speak, but nothing came out. He hated not being able to speak, but for some reason, his mouth wouldn't obey his brain. He didn't want to go into a game of hand waving to communicate with them so he motioned to Hermione by making it look like he was writing in the palm of his hand. "Oh, yeah…" she pulled out her wand and within two seconds, he was writing something to Ron, he handed it to him and Ron read it aloud to himself, "Do you know who did it?" "I…we don't know…that's one reason dad called to the Ministry." Ron answered him and handed him the paper. Harry nodded and wrote, "We're staying here though aren't we?" "Oh yeah, it'd be too dangerous to go somewhere else. Besides, when the Aurors come, they're going to put up some spells on the house and stuff. Just some more extra security measures." Ron chuckled.

A few more minutes of note writing to the both of them and Harry's arm became too tired to write. Conveniently enough, some Aurors showed up, stepping out of the Weasley's fireplace a few seconds later and Arthur showed them up to the room.

After a little while, Harry and Ron were summoned up by Arthur to talk to the Aurors and Harry brought the paper with him in case they wanted to ask him anything. "Here, you might need a clean piece of parchment." Hermione smiled and handed him a freshly conjured piece of parchment. He didn't why he did, but he leaned over and kissed her cheek while Ron had his back turned to them. She blushed lightly and told him to go upstairs quickly.

Harry had to have Ron hold him up enough to where he could walk over to the open door. He took a step into the room and looked around somewhat in trepidation. As he had thought to himself before, he could have handled it if it was just torn up beds and feathers everywhere, but on the walls was the most horrifying. Someone had carved writing into the walls, with the cuts seemingly oozing blood. The marks on the wall had been done somewhat hastily and looked for like quick slash marks. Such things as, "Dirty blood. Harry Potter will die. The Prophecy will be fulfilled, you will die," were written all over the walls.

gaaaack. i was trying to get myself in a deranged mood to think of what could have been carved into the walls...but it sucked majorly, as you can tell. haha.

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