Oh no
A Projector quickly appears in the room and when it turns on there is a number. The number is 7. The room is silent for a second until it explodes in loud voices.
Harry goes to his seat quickly enough and Hermione and Ron form a protective barrier around him..
Harry Potter POV
Fuck, why does this always happen to me. I'm at my seat and Hermione and Ron are trying to stop anyone from even looking at me. I see Dumbledore standing up, his purple robes with green stars match his shoes that are a deep purple now that I'm seeing. He goes towards the front of the room and clears his throat. Most people seem to ignore him. I catch Sirius's eyes and gesture for him to come. He comes towards me and ruffles my hair. He sits next to me and hugs me.
Sirius whispers to me, “Are you okay?”
My mouth is about to say I'm fine before I just shake my head and let myself bask in sirius warmth. He hugs me together and looks at hermione and Ron and looks to say something.
“You both should sit down, it's not your job to do this.” Sirius says as he smiles at them He gestures for them to join the hug and Hermione and Ron both happily Agree.
I'm sitting here almost crying with my family. Sirius, Ron, and Hermione. I smile at the thought. My family. I wished I realized this sooner. I wonder what would have happened to me if I did not have Hermione or ron. Mrs. Weasley seems to be coming towards us and I'm almost thinking of telling her to go away. A part of me feels like if Mrs. Weasley went any closer she could stop this.
I yawn a bit but feel myself getting tired. I flutter my eyes and I try to stay awake but I don't before I fall asleep I see dumbledore. And then I screen changes to a countdown.
3
2
1 And I passed out.
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