Chapter 5
In just like that I'm face to face with my siblings. Fred and George look so pale. Ron and Ginny are holding hands. Even Bill and Charlie are here. They all look so tired. But the worst blow comes when my father enters. The rings under his eyes are so dark its as if he hasn't slept in mouths. His mouth a grim line drawn across paper that's been stretched too much. The silence is so thick I feel like I'll choke on it. He steps slowly closer to the bedside as if afraid I'll leap up and attack him.
"Hello son." The words are spoken so softly for a moment I'm not even sure I have heard them. A part of me wants to throw myself at his feet and beg for forgiveness, but the other part is saying you were just attacked by death eaters just because he was your father. He owes you an apology. I manage to choke out a hello. My mother is crying as she strokes my right hand.
" How long?" I ask. They exchange sad looks then look away. "How long was I a prisoner?" It's Bill who finally answers with a whispered three weeks. Three Weeks? The words resound in my head and I can't seem to grasp it. How could it only have been three weeks it seems like so much longer? My cheeks are wet and I raise a shaky hand to them and I relies I'm crying. My moms hugging me now. Almost pulling me on her lap. I can hear her whispering "My poor baby" into my ear, but I'm so far away they barely register with me. Please don't hug me! I don't deserve it after I returned your jumper that you lovingly sewed for me. I was such an ungrateful prick! Please stop! I cant handle your...kindness. She's rocking me now and my once silent tears are now grief stricken sobs. I don't know how long she held me like that, but soon my sobs had stopped and my eyes were closing. The last thing I see is her tucking me in with a kiss on my forehead before sleep consumes me.