A/N Hey, thanks to all three reviewers! To the latest two of you, well, I'm not going to answer your comments, you will find out half of it in this chapter, and the rest in the next chapter… Hope you like it!! Thank you so much for reviewing! xxx

Unnerving Memories

Harry stood in the cold outside the Burrow. He had left the hospital one week after he woke up. And what a terrible week it had been. Reporters were in his room almost every hour of every day. All from different Wizarding Newspapers, and it had just about made Harry go crazy. In the little time they got between reporters coming in, he and the Nurse had practiced walking and now his legs were back to normal. So he had discharged himself from the hospital and come here, where he knew he would be away from the madness, at least for a little while.

Harry walked up to the door of the house and knocked firmly three times. He heard footsteps walking quickly to the door.

"Who could this be? Are you expecting anyone dear?" He heard Mrs Weasley shout to someone inside. And then the door opened.

"Hello," Harry smiled at her.

"Oh Harry dear!" She exclaimed and burst into tears. Well, at least Harry was used to that now.

"Harry, how good to see you looking so well!" Mr Weasley said walking to the door. "Come in, come in!" He gestured for Harry to sit down in the living room. "Come on dear, calm down," He said to Mrs Weasley, walking her into the room behind Harry. "Yes, I know it's a miracle, I know," He rolled his eyes at Harry, who tried to hide his laugh.

"I'm sorry Harry, dear, I just haven't seen you for so long," Mrs Weasley pulled herself together and said, "Oh my, you have got bigger haven't you! How you've grown while in hiding, I don't know, you can't have had proper food for months!"

"Dear!" Mr Weasley warned.

"I'm sorry Harry, but would you like something to eat? Maybe some bacon? Sausages? Beans?" Mrs Weasley tempted, but she didn't have to ask twice.

"Yes please," Harry asked politely.

"I'll go and rustle something up then," She said walking into the kitchen. And then Harry heard, "Ron, Hermione, Ginny! Harry's here!"

As Mr Weasley read the last paragraph of a news article, Harry looked around the house. It was just as he remembered, the walls the same colour, the sofa and chairs the same, everything was perfect. Until his eyes fell upon something very strange in the corner of the room, a baby's cot.

"Mr Weasley…" Harry was about to ask about the cot when Ron, Hermione and Ginny walked into the room.

"Harry!" Hermione shouted and ran over to him. "We're so sorry we didn't see you again after last week!"

"Yeah, we tried, but they wouldn't let us in, said that the press was more important!" Ron exclaimed madly.

"It's ok, I figured that would happen, don't worry about it," Harry replied. "You ok Ginny?" He asked looking at her sitting on the floor.

She looked up at him, and to his shock, there was fear in her eyes, more fear that he had seen for a while, well, since he last saw anybody before he went into hiding. "Yes, I'm fine," She replied, her eyes speeding in every direction of the room, as if they were looking for something.

"So, Harry, may I ask you a question?" Mr Weasley asked after putting his paper down.

"Erm, yes," Harry answered.

"I'm sure you've had this question asked enough over the past week, and I hear you haven't been telling anybody, but, where did you vanish to Harry?" Mr Weasley asked.

"Dad!" Ron shouted at him, "That's none of your business, if Harry doesn't want to talk about it he doesn't have to!"

"I'm sorry to be rude, it's just, no one really knows how it happened…" Mr Weasley looked away.

"Dad, don't," Ginny warned this time.

"We were curious Harry, we were all very close to Dumbledore…" He finished off.

This time there was no protest from any of them to Mr Weasley, which signalled to Harry that they all wanted to know, but none of them wanted to push it out of him. He looked around, unsure of what to say. It was true, they were all very close to Dumbledore, and every one of the reporters had asked him the very same question, 'How did he die? Where did you go afterwards?' and he hadn't answered any of them. But the Weasley's were special, they deserved to know.

"Well, I, it's, hard…" Harry spluttered. He could hardly think about it, he hated himself for it.

"Harry dear, you don't need to tell us," Harry looked up at Mrs Weasley who had walked in shortly before.

"Well," Harry gulped as Mrs Weasley sat down, "It was a year ago now, wasn't it?" Everyone in the room nodded sympathetically. Although, Harry remembered it as it were yesterday…

"We were in a place, I don't even know where, Dumbledore took me there when there were only two Horcruxes left to find. It was raining, no, it was a storm, and we were on a sea edge. He said to me, 'You see that blue light in the distance? Well that's it, it's Hufflepuff's cup. You need to get it Harry, summon a broom and fly to get it.' So that's just what I did, I flew over to it, and the trap was, it was a bewitched Whale, jumping out of the water to swallow me whole as I got close to the cup. I looked back to Dumbledore as I finally reached the cup, but, he wasn't there… Someone else was… A tall, hooded man, I knew it was him, I knew it was Voldemort and I just, stopped… I was cowering, a stupid coward behind a rock. Then the next thing I knew there was a scream, a terrified, old, aching scream…" Harry trailed off and fell onto the floor.

"Harry!" Ginny ran over to him, "You don't have to say anymore Harry, you don't have to, we're ok, you don't have to speak," She comforted him, while placing him back on the chair and while Hermione rushed to get him water.

"It shook me, I was in pain," Harry continued.

"Harry stop," Ron said, only to see Harry shake his head.

"I looked above the rock and, and Dumbledore was on the ground, shaking and jerking, Voldemort with his wand out pointing at him and laughing. I couldn't stand it, Dumbledore's screams hurt me, ripped into me… I felt like I was going mad."

Harry stopped for many minutes, in a daze, not looking anywhere but seeing everything. The Weasley's and Hermione looked at him in fear, never before had they seen Harry act like this.

"Harry dear, maybe you should get some sleep," Mrs Weasley said.

Then the screaming stopped and Harry came out of his daze.

The abrupt change of expression on his face threw all everyone, and when Harry continued, they were all rather worried.

"My broom was gone, so I ran, I sprinted towards them, rage in my mind, I wanted to kill him then and there, I've never felt like that before. My wand was out but I was falling over because the rocks were slippery, every time I shot at him I missed because I slipped. He was laughing, louder and louder. The rain was falling harder, the sea was lashing onto all of us, trying to pull us in, and when I finally got a clear shot, he said it, he said it before me. And then he was gone. And the screaming stopped. And I fell onto the ground next to him. He was stone cold, his eyes open but dead. And all because I was a coward. I hid, instead of trying to save him I hid like a coward!" Harry looked around, everyone of them was crying, and it took a while for him to notice, that he was crying more than all of them. "And the worst part of it was, I knew I had to go, I had to hide again, because I knew if I didn't Voldemort would catch me off guard. So I apparated back somewhere I knew people would find him, and then I left, before anyone saw me, and, I didn't see another soul apart from Voldemort until I woke up in hospital last week. But before I left, I promised Dumbledore I would get him, get him and kill him, not for myself, but for him."

Harry didn't know if they were crying because of the story or for him, but he didn't care either way.

"Harry, you should get some sleep," Mr Weasley suggested after he blew his nose.

"I don't want to sleep, I'm totally awake," Harry replied, not caring about his rudeness. "There is something I'd like to ask though," He carried on, remembering what he wanted to say earlier, before Ron, Hermione and Ginny came in.

"What's that then Harry?" Mr Weasley asked, as no one else was quite fit for talking yet.

"Why is there a cot in the corner of the room?"

The room suddenly went silent, there were no more sniffs of cries or heavy breathing, just silence.

"You, you don't know?" Mr Weasley asked, obviously surprised about something.

"Know what?" Harry asked, perplexed.

"I'm going to get a drink," Ron said and walked out.

"Me too," Hermione said, following him.

"I am rather thirsty, are you thirsty Arthur?" Mrs Weasley asked as she walked out as well, quickly followed by Mr Weasley.

Harry looked from Ginny to the door and back again, realization drowning his face. Ginny breathed deeply as she looked at the floor.

"Ginny, why is there a cot in the corner of the room?"

A/N Ohhh!! I liked this chapter much better, I must have been in the mood for this one yay! Well, I hope you liked it as much as I did, and we'll see who's cot it is in the next chapter shall we?? Please review!