They were arguing. That was probably the least of his problems, but their argument was the most entertaining thing he had witnessed in his life. There were quite a few reasons for this, the least of which was that they weren't referring to the others by their own names, but by names of some fictional characters, probably.

"Why did you even tell him anything, least of all about our entire lives? No. Don't you dare walk away from us now, Laurë!" One voice stated, and another voice, much closer than the first, scoffed.

"You have no right to even speak, Timo. You left me first!" Harry didn't know who that was but that seemed like a completely valid reason to walk away from someone. "You jumped into a chasm of fire, for god's sake!"

It seemed that the other person had nothing to say to that. And now that the drama seemed completely done - they weren't talking anymore after all, Harry opened his eyes and groaned. Immediately, seven pairs of eyes were on him.

"So, what were you guys arguing about?" He asked, and they exchanged looks. Apparently, none of them had anything to say to him, typical of everyone in his life. Except Elvis Von Brandt.

"Looks like I found another Tolkien lover amongst the uncultured wizards of Britain." He said, and Harry stared.

It's not that Harry had never heard of Tolkien, he had read the hobbit once, but he didn't know anything along the lines of what they had been talking about. And Elvis, who had somehow received the uncanny ability to know exactly what was on someone else's mind (why couldn't Harry do that? It would make his entire life so much easier!), anyways, Elvis gave him something that was a smirk, or a grin?

"We were roleplaying the Silmarillion. Very interesting story, that one." Elvis looked completely wistful and sounded entirely sarcastic.

Fred and George coughed, completely unconvincingly, if Elvis' glare was anything to go by. Completely lost, (why wouldn't he be? It's not like he's woken for the second time that day hoping he'd made a mistake. The minions were unfortunately still not gone.) he turned to Regulus (his brother was trustworthy, so maybe he was too? Harry wasn't holding out too much hope on that.) who was looking on with a completely amused expression. Harry honestly did not understand what was so amusing in this entire mess.

Bill did not seem to agree with Elvis' statement. "The Silmarillion ends with almost everyone dead, abandoned, traumatized or all three and an entire continent destroyed. Pray tell how any of Tolkien's works are good in any way?"

"Hey!" Harry probably should not be protesting, since he'd never actually read the Silmarillion or the Lord of the Rings for that matter, but the hobbit was nice! "The hobbit is good!"

All seven were back to looking at him. It was creepy in a not so creepy way? Why were they even looking at him? Elvis was grinning smugly, the rest of them looked completely done with the world.

"See, someone agrees with me!" Elvis stated. "In fact, Lord of the Rings is wonderful as well. The Exiles return to Aman and Sauron is defeated!"

Bill glared at the last part. It was a completely furious and irritated glare and completely aimed at Elvis. Harry was suddenly afraid of Bill, but Elvis (who the glare was aimed at) looked completely serene. In fact, he looked gleeful, cheerful, entertained? Harry wasn't sure what to make of these people, these wizards (were they wizards?), but he did know that most of them weren't completely sane.

"So…" Harry turned to the sanest individuals in the room - Fred and George Weasley. (Dear gods, he was really desperate, wasn't he? He was considering Fred and George Weasley to be the paragon of sanity! What was wrong with the world?) "What exactly happened?"

"You passed away?" Malfoy stated. It sounded more like a question, but he said it like a statement. Harry hoped it was a question. The twins sniggered, Von Brandt and Bill looked exasperated, and Black looked completely satisfied. Harry was confused, very, very confused, until the implications of the statement hit him.

"I'm what?" Harry yelped. He hoped he wasn't dead! He had a lot to live for, like… Well, actually, he didn't have much to live for, but that wasn't the point. He still wanted to be alive, not dead. Was he a ghost? Would he know if he was dead?

"You passed out." Lestrange corrected Malfoy. Harry sighed in relief. So, he wasn't dead. He nodded at Lestrange in thanks, refusing to acknowledge the fact that he had just thanked a death eater. Could his life get any… actually, never mind. He's not completing that sentence.

"Right, back to matters of importance," Black started.

Wait a second, wasn't his life actually important? You know, considering all this was because of him? Perhaps they should actually be ensuring he was fine. Would they even listen to what he would have to stay? Curious, curious. Damn it all, he was starting to sound like Ollivander in his head! Next time he would start sounding like a lunatic out loud! He was definitely reading the fine print of everything thrice before he did anything even remotely related to getting help or acting against dark lords or for that matter, even homework!

Black hadn't even paused for Harry to finish his internal monologue, so Harry was left with seven people looking expectantly at him again. This time though, he had no clue why they were staring at him. Unwilling to let them know that the hadn't been listening, he scowled.

"Can we go for dinner?"