A year in the life of Harry Potter
Chapter 28: August, 24
The next time Harry woke up Quentin was with him, half lying on his bed, half sitting on the floor, deeply asleep. As he suddenly got a coughing fit she woke up.
"Oh, Harry!" she gasped.
"Please don't be mad with me," he begged once he stopped coughing.
"How could I?" she whispered, hugging him tightly. "How could I ever be mad with you?"
Suddenly there were noises outside Harry's bedroom.
"I demand to see him instantly!" a voice Harry knew so well roared. "I have been waiting here for THREE hours!"
"U-Uncle Vernon?" Harry breathed, looking at Quentin, confused.
She nodded, looking at him with a sad expression. "He and your aunt came three hours ago. They want to talk to you for one reason or another."
"I told you, he's asleep! You can't talk to him now!" Severus yelled.
However, the door flew open a moment later and Vernon Dursley stormed in.
"Ha!" he laughed, seeing Harry wide awake. "Ha, ha, ha! Of course he's asleep! How couldn't he be talking with that damn girl of yours." He turned to look at Harry. "You're coming with us, boy. Ted needs you for some photos."
But Harry didn't move.
"Are you deaf? We're taking you home!"
And then Harry said something that neither Quentin, who still sat on the floor next to him, Severus, who stood outside the door, nor Lucy who was behind Severus would have thought he'd say. "This is my home."
"WHAT?!" Vernon exclaimed. "You can't be serious. You say this dump is your home? What about Privet Drive? THAT is your home. Get up and get dressed, we're going."
"Did you not hear?" Harry asked quietly. "I said this is my home."
"Come, Vernon," Petunia said to her husband. "If he wants to stay, then let him."
"But what about the money?" Vernon cried.
Harry snorted. "The money I earned and you bedazzled? Come on. From every photo shot you took, like, a hundred pounds for yourself."
Vernon faked a smile, trying to stay calm. "Then why wouldn't you come with us?"
"Because my whole life you made me believe I wasn't worth anything!" Harry suddenly screamed. Suddenly he started gasping for air.
"Harry!" Quentin shrieked as his head fell upon his pillow, unconscious.
When Harry woke up he felt something cold on his forehead. But he didn't had time to think about it. He started coughing, and as he moved his hand away from his mouth he saw something red upon his palm. Blood.