A year in the life of Harry Potter

Chapter 30: August, 26

Harry opened his eyes and looked around his dark bedroom. It was in the middle of the night, probably shortly before midnight. Something had woken him up, but what? He grabbed his glasses and put them on. Then he slipped out of bed. It was weird walking after spending the last few days in bed. He went over to the window and looked out onto the Night-London. It was totally different than the Day-London. It was... scary. He thought about Henry and the others. Without them he'd probably be dead. He thought about what they'd do once it got colder. Go back to their children's home? Surely not. It had been their decision to run away, and he knew they'd never willingly agree to go back. What would they do on Christmas? Buy each other presents? No. They didn't have the money for that. Treat themselves to a little Christmas dinner? Probably not. They had to save everything they could, spend as little as possible, stretch every penny as far as possible. It was their way to survive, the way they had chosen.

Suddenly his mind wandered to Abigail. One night she had coughed up blood. Henry had said something about tuberculosis after her death, Harry remembered. What if he had caught it from her? What if he too was dying? No, Harry said to himself. It probablas justn after-effect from the beating. No need to worry.