When Ron calls me into his dorm to look at something, I am pissed. It is four in the morning and I should be sleeping. What I had seen the day prior has scarred me. Seeing Harry, sweet, purely pure Harry brutalized tore my world apart. He obviously didn't want it at first. Cedric had hidden and woken all of us up. When Harry came he snuck up behind him, pulled down his trousers and just went at it. Harry was not interested until he looked at Cedric. And then suddenly it was okay?
When I walk into the dorm room, all I can smell is dirty laundry and blood. Neville is awake, I can tell, but I won't say anything.
Apparently the thing I need to look at so urgently at four in the morning is a battered and bleeding Harry who seemed to be having a very nice dream. Harry didn't have a shirt on and we he was so obviously in pain - though the moans coming from his mouth were hardly painful. "Is he dreaming what I believe he is?" I ask in a whipser. It is neville, surprisingly, who answers "In about a minute, he'll moan 'Cedric' twice and his dream will end."
Ron doesn't seem so surprised that Neville knows this, rather he is surprised that he has so much information about it. "How long have you known, Neville?"
"Not as long as it seems. Around a week or two. You?"
"Three days. Hermione, did you know before yesterday." Suddenly and to my surprise I am not ashamed to admit that I knew nothing. "I found out by accident. I followed Harry who was following Chang. I heared enough, but not everything. All I know is that Harry is under some sort of spell." And as Neville and Ron continue to talk about Harry and Cedric, I am aware that it is not my place to become involved just yet. All i need to do is stay quiet, heal Harry, and provide factual information.
I don't think I could handle anymore than that anyway.
