"So…what did happen for the past four days?" Harry asked, slightly tentative at bringing up the topic again.
Hermione looked at Harry strangely, not sure of what to tell him. He shifted uncomfortably under Hermione's stare. Ron looked uncertainly at Hermione, clearly wanted to keep Harry at least somewhat in the dark of what had happened.
At that moment, a rattling yawn from Harry broke the tension of the moment.
"Oh!" Hermione immediately jumped up. "I can't believe I forgot! Harry, you're sick! You need to rest. Ron, help Harry lay back down, I'll go get your mum for a Sleeping Draught."
She quickly fled the room, grateful for the chance, while Ron glared daggers at her back.
"Ron…what went on while I was out of it?" Harry asked, his words slurring from exhaustion, as Ron helped him lie back down.
"Er…how would I know? I wasn't even there." Ron grunted, his ears pink, the tell-tale Weasley sign of lying.
Harry, however, was too far gone to even notice. Within seconds, his chest rose and fell evenly, in his first truly peaceful sleep since Godric's Hollow.