Haven .|. H. J. POTTER✔

Chapter four

The first thing Haven felt the next morning was a throbbing headache. She forgot that was the aftereffect of the delicious burning of alcohol. When turned to her left, she noticed how Ginny and Luna were still tangled up in each other, both taking up the entirety of Ginny's bed and even some limbs falling out on Hermione's deserted mattress. She must've gone to stay with Ron again.

Poor Harry.

Haven decided that she didn't want to wake the two girls so she quietly got up and dressed herself before creeping downstairs. The clock on the wall in the staircase told her it was just seven-thirty in the morning. Not many of the inhabitants of The Burrow would be up at this time so Haven took it as her chance to get some time on her own.

In the kitchen, she spotted one bowl that had contained cereal and one plate with bread crumbs still on it. It must have been Mr Weasley's, up early to go to work. 

The weather outside had calmed down but the lawn in front of the house was covered with leaves and snapped-off branches from the trees that suffered in the thunderstorm. At least the sun shone again. 

One beam of sunlight fell right onto the large couch in the sitting room and illuminated the still sleeping face of Harry. His glasses laid lopsided on his nose and his hair was even messier than usual. A blanket was half-draped over his lower body as if he kicked it off halfway the night due to the summer heat. 

Soft breaths flowed over his slightly parted lips. His cheeks were a little pink and his eyebrows deeply furrowed. Probably the headache from the alcohol they had the night before, Haven thought to herself. 

Haven found herself staring at the boy - man actually, over the time she hadn't seen him. He looked much calmer than usual in this sleeping state even though that seemed like a given. 

Harry was laying on his side facing the windows to the orchard. He had one arm under his head and the other hung over the side of the couch, touching the floor. Despite the heat, it looked as if he was shivering. 

Haven quietly walked towards him and pulled the blanket over the rest of his body, trying her best not to look at where his shirt had ridden up and exposed his stomach. The blanket now reached to his chin and as a final shiver went through his body, the furrow in his eyebrows lessened. It was as if he got younger just by that small movement. Harry looked much more like his sixth-year self, how Haven remembered him. 

Haven finally took a seat in one of the armchairs and opened the book she took downstairs with her. Reading might not be her favourite thing to do to pass time but she couldn't exactly do much else with Harry still soundly asleep. Haven knew exactly what she craved to do instead of reading but it really wasn't a good idea to here. It wasn't even a good idea to do anywhere but it was the only thing that helped.

The Hufflepuff stayed in the same place for approximately twenty minutes, reading every phrase carefully but having to come back to the same paragraph over and over again. It was as if her mind just couldn't comprehend the meaning of the words. 

After twenty minutes, Harry finally showed some signs of life. His eyes fluttered open but he immediately closed them when the sun hit his eyes. A headache instantly shot up and he let out a low groan. 

"Good morning," Harry heard the voice of Haven greet him from the other side of the room. She didn't look up from her book. Harry looked at her through his squinted eyes and saw how she was frowning at her book as if she didn't understand it. 

"Morning," Harry croaked out, his voice much lower than usual. He pushed himself up on his elbow and rubbed his eyes with his other hand. The second he shifted position, he felt a dull ache in his back. "Bloody couch," He muttered.