"Warm Night at Hogwarts"

Chapter 8

"White Lies and Even Bigger Secrets"

White Lies and Even Bigger Secrets

"Love Grandma?" Harry said to himself. He had only heard of his having a grandmother only yesterday, and he was already receiving post from her. 16 years worth of post in one day. He knew he wouldn't have all the time he needed to read all of these, but he carefully pulled out the frail letter that was inside the tattered envelope.

"Dearest Harry,

It is with warm greetings that I write to you this letter. Lily told me only yesterday that she would be having a son. Although, they rushed off earlier this morning to St. Mungo's for Magical Maladies and Injuries, I knew it would be any moment I would receive post stating your birth. I knew from the moment that my dear Lily shared those words with me that I already loved you. I can't wait to meet you Harry.

With Eternal Love,

Poppy Evans"

The letter began to shake in Harry's hand. He now noticed that his whole body was shaking. His reality came crashing down on him in less than 5 minuets. His whole life was a lie. From the moment he was born, till he heard that his parents were in a fatal car accident, all of his years at Hogwarts. Most of all, his needing to stay with the Dursley's. Thoughts began invading his mind; Are my parents still alive? Can I see my grandmum? Is she even still alive? Harry didn't want to think of all of the answers to these questions. But he wondered now, why was it ok for his grandmum to send him these letters now? Voldemort still had not been captured and it seemed that he was as strong now, as when he died. Harry threw himself back onto his bed and closed his eyes.

The time passed and it was dark outside before he heard anyone else join him in the boy's dormitory. Harry once again felt his bed shifting as another body joined him. "What's up, Mate?" Ron asked.

"Nothing. I was just reading something. But I'm not sure about it. I mean, I got this box with all these letters from my grandmum. There are hundreds of them. I don't know where to begin."

"Well, it looks like you've already begun." Ron reached over and picked up the open letter by Harry's side. He skimmed over it quickly then laid it back down. He looked over at the box with the mountain of envelops piling out of it. Was he imagining it, or was that pile still continuing to grow. He looked back and Harry and realized how cute he looked when he looked defeated. It wasn't a look that he saw very often, but it was so damn adorable. "Hey, I've got an idea." Ron withdrew his wand and muttered "Littera Sorte"

The envelopes began flying on their own, going into different piles. It seemed that they were separating themselves by years. This was going to make reading them a whole lot easier.

Harry stole a glance at Ron and marveled in the smile that he was giving. He loved it when Ron was able to come up with an answer that he could not. It made him proud to say that Ron Weasley was his boyfriend. Not that he didn't feel proud to say that at any other time. But Ron could be a klutz sometimes, and he knew it as well. He leaned over and pressed a deep kiss on Ron's lips. He felt his tongue gently ask permission to enter his mouth, which he immediately granted.

Draco closed the book that he had just finished. He sat staring at the cover once again, watching the people in the photo move about throwing the quaffle around. He stood up and his hand immediately went to his back. It ached. There was a throbbing in his arse and he knew it was from sitting so long on the floor. He gently rubbed it and walked over to the table. He smiled when he saw a plate full of meat and some white fluffy things. The meat had brown gravy on top of it. It smelled delicious. He quickly sat down and began eating He was right. It was delicious. It seemed that each meal was getting better and better. He didn't know how this could be possible, but then a lot of things were happening right now that he couldn't explain. Like how things would mysteriously appear and disappear. Or how the pitchers would float on their own and refill his drinking goblet. There was something funny going on here, and he decided that he was going to figure out what it was.

The lanterns were all lit in the Gryffindor Common Room. The students were haphazardly sitting and fighting off sleep as their exams were coming up soon. Every now and then, you would see a young Gryffindor smack himself awake and return to the book that they found monotonously boring. The light playfully danced off of the colours on the walls. When looked at from an angle, the Gryffindor Lion seemed to be opening its mouth and yawing in this late hour.

Hermione Granger sat alone by the fireplace reading a thick book for "light reading". Her studying was done for the night. It was her time to relax. She let out an audible sigh and closed the book. She couldn't stop thinking about Harry and Ron. How their relationship had grown to what it is now and how she was still alone. She felt the natural stinging of tears welling up in her eyes and she quickly wiped them away. Now was not the time to be reveling in bad feelings. Although she could not stop thinking of how her break up with Viktor Krum had left them both heartbroken. She lay her head back in the chair and was immediately asleep.

The crimson sheets were in a state of disarray, thrown haphazardly all over the bed. The two half naked boys lying in their midst, both covered in sweat. Harry lay with his head on Ron's chest listening to his heartbeat. There was no better feeling that than of being held by the one that you love. Ron's hand gently traced light circles on Harry's back. He would lean down and kiss the top of Harry's head and then sigh in his euphoric state. Their first time was amazing for both of them. Neither had imagined it to be so good, but now they were glad that they had waited until it just happened, rather than planning the event. It was a showing of pure love between them. Neither of them knowing what to expect next during the ordeal. "I love you Ron" Harry said.

"I love you too Harry." Ron replied. He had heard several boys come into their dormitory while they were lying there, but he didn't care anymore. Their love had been made concrete between them. He heard Seamus' voice from the other side of the curtain talking about something or other that was really unimportant to him. He leaned down again, and kissed Harry's head. He loved feeling like this. Feeling so loved in return. Finally, after all these years, Harry was like him, and Harry did like him. The thought still sinking in, even after all this time. Ron was about to say something when Hedwig peered inside the bed and blinked several times, looking at the boys.

Harry reached over and opened the curtain just enough to allow her entrance and untied the letter that was attached to her foot. "It's addressed you Ron."

Ron sat up quickly remembering that he told his mom that he could use Hedwig if she needed to get a hold of him if something was important. He carefully took the letter from Harry and started at it before opening it. It was a full minute before he realized that it wasn't a Howler. He opened the letter and read aloud

"Ron,

Your father and I will be visiting you and Harry tomorrow. There are some things that we must discuss about Harry's whereabouts for the summer. See you then.

Love,

Mom"

"What does she mean my whereabouts for the summer?" Harry asked?

"I think Dumbledore might have told them that you will be staying here with him. So they might be brining some of your stuff that you left at the Burrow."

"Oh" Harry said as if that was all the explanation he needed.

Both boys sat back wondering what else his parents visiting could be about. Neither of them suspected the real reason. And neither of them would see the worry etched in Arthur's face when he greeted them in the Great Hall.