Harry
Harry woke up to a loud banging noise. He scrambled out of his bed getting tangled in his sheets in the process making him fall onto the floor. His heart roared in his ears as he took in his blurry surroundings. The sun was still shining through the windows. He was safe, he was in his bedroom.
The banging persisted while he untangled himself from his bedding. Once he was free he dug through the drawers of his nightstand looking for his only form of protection, he wasn’t sure who was on the other side of the door but he wasn’t going to risk it.
He shoved his glasses onto his face and moved a few stray papers out of the way in the drawer revealing his wand. He picked it up with shaking hands. Just holding it made him want to hurl.
He made his way to the door, a faint mumbling sound came from behind it. He took a breath, lifted his wand and swung it open. Luna stood in front of him with her fist raised.
“Harry!” She yelled and grabbed his wand-free arm. “You have to change the wards, I don’t know why I didn’t have you do this when I was here yesterday, but everyone is outside and it’s dangerous.”
Yesterday? Had he really slept for a whole twenty-four hours? He let Luna drag him down the stairs.
He glanced down at himself. He was guaranteed to make a very good first impression in his baggy striped pajama bottoms and the stained Chudley Cannons shirt he had stolen from Ron some years ago. Apparently the idea of having new guests made him self conscious about his appearance. It was something he hadn’t felt in a while and it was far from welcome.
“Luna,” Harry said as they made their way to the final flight of stairs, “I don’t need to be downstairs to change the wards. I could have done it in my bedroom.”
“Yes I know,” She let go of his hand and jumped down the last few steps, “but you need to be down here to say hello.” She walked to the front door and waited for him.
“But I don’t want to say hello,” Harry stayed on the landing. No matter how much she begged he would not go down to greet anyone.
He barely did magic anymore and changing wards was no small feat for someone as weak as Harry. He knew for a fact that it would make him exhausted, he just hoped he could make it up the stairs without passing out.
When Luna realized he wasn’t going to join her she gave him a tight lipped smile. “It’s for Draco, Narcissa, Pansy and Blaise.” She said softly. She opened the door and stepped outside.
Harry lifted his wand and screwed his eyes shut. The feeling of magic flooding his body made him nauseous. Within five minutes the wards were changed, every moment was uncomfortable agony. He turned on his heel and high tailed it up the stairs. He could feel a migraine brewing just behind his eyes.
He made it up two flights without stopping before a wave of nausea hit him. He stopped and gripped the banister like a lifeline. Distant voices down the stairs made him continue his trek to the third floor. He couldn’t be caught like this.
When he reached his floor he stumbled to his room at the end of the hall. His wand slipped out of his hand and rolled slightly under a small table that was pressed against the wall. He left it behind.
The pain in his head was blinding as he crashed through his door. Harry barely had enough time to close the door behind him before he collapsed on the floor with a mixture of exhaustion and pain.
He pulled his glasses off and tossed them away from him, they had been pressing uncomfortably on his nose making the pain even worse. Harry hadn’t had a migraine in a few weeks but this one was worse than any he had previously experienced. He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. It had come on so fast he didn’t even have time to mentally prepare himself for it.
Panic swirled in his chest as he curled in on himself. Flashes of memories bombarded him coming up and roaring their ugly heads through the pain.
“He’s dead,” he whispered to himself, “he’s not in your head… he’s not in your head.” His words came out as a silent plea to whatever god was listening. “He’s not in your head.”