Harry Potter and the Blood Risen Moon (Completed)

Chapter 16: A Full House

Hermione watched Harry while he slept. He hadn't moved one inch since he'd collapsed. She knew Ron could only last so long because Harry was beyond exhaustion. Hopefully he didn't let it get to his head, because there was no telling how Harry would pop that ego bubble.

Remus was walking down the hall, making sure everyone had a room, when he noticed Hermione standing in Harry's doorway. "Hermione, is there a reason you're standing in Harry's doorway?" Remus asked, coming to stand next to her.

She jumped in surprise and turned to look at him. "Oh, Remus, it's you." She said, turning and closing Harry's door to let him rest in peace. " I was just checking on him."

"I don't blame you. I'm worried about him." He said, running his hand through his hair.

"What has you worried?" She asked as they made their way down the hall.

"Well, he's different. I'm afraid he's holding in something that's eating away at him. Maybe something he experienced while he was in the amulet?" He said.

Hermione's brows furrowed, "What do you think he's hiding?" She asked.

He stopped and turned to her in thought. "I don't know. Perhaps he'll open up to you." He said.

She shook her head, " I don't know, he hasn't said anything about it at all."

Remus touched her shoulder in a fatherly manner. He didn't say a word, but just squeezed her shoulder then walked off. She watched in confusion. He thought that Harry would open up to her. Why would he think that?

Eventually everyone tucked in for the night. The house was dead silent, as everyone was sleeping. Such silence woke Harry. He rolled out of his bed and landed in a crouch. He was fully awake now as he listened to the house. He only heard snoring and he didn't pick up any different scents. What was it that woke him?

He changed his clothes and made his way to the roof. Everything in the house seemed fine, perhaps something outside was causing his unease. He closed the window and sat on the edge of the roof. The yard seemed fine, but something on the street was screaming for his attention.

He scanned the shadows for the longest time. Until he picked up something across the street. He studied it until he was able to tell it wasn't an animal but a person. The figure's shape seemed familiar, almost like he knew them.

The sun began to rise, illuminating the shadows and bringing light to the corners of the street. He kept his focus on the figure. It turned and began to walk off, the shadows following at its heels. Before he disappeared out of sight, Harry got a flash of long blonde hair.

He heard those inside the house begin to stir. If he wanted breakfast, he'd need to make a bee-line for it now. He rose and climbed back through the window. As he was making his way to the kitchen, a massive headache hit. He doubled over and rubbed his scar in pain. Something was going on with Voldemort, only what?

The pain lessened, and he stood back up. He couldn't imagine what was going on with Voldemort now. His only option: go to the Riddle House…tonight.

Harry sat down for breakfast and smiled as he breathed in the aroma of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Ahh…meat. He piled his plate full, almost wiping out the entire stock of food on the table. "Ah Master Harry, good to see you is awake. Oh my, all food is gone. I make more now." Dobby said, popping into the kitchen. A few minutes later, he popped back.