Life goes on... (drarry)

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Harry's POV:

Harry and Mr Weasley apparated just outside The Burrow. Harry fell to the floor, coughing.
Not having food for a week and then using side-by-side apparition... Not a very good idea!

"Harry are you alright?" Mr Weasley asked. "Molly, we're back," he shouted and the door to The Burrow opened. Mrs Weasley hurried out.
"Oh, Harry, it's so good to see you, Dear," she said and used a levitation Charm to transport him to the couch.

"Here drink this," she said and handed him a dark blue potion. He drank it and instantly felt much better. "Ron and Hermione have heard that you're back, Harry. They'll be here in about two hours," Mr Weasley told him. Harry nodded and rested his head in his hands.

"Harry, you should get some rest," Mrs Weasley said in a quiet voice. "You can go to Fred and George's old room," she said and went back to the kitchen.

Harry walked up the stairs, into the room and sat on one of the beds. Ron and Hermione would come soon but he wasn't sure if he wanted to see them. He felt ill and tired and he didn't want to tell them every detail of his time at Malfoy Manor. He didn't even remember most of it.

Harry was woken by a knock on his door. It was Mrs Weasley and she brought some food for him.
"You can come down when you feel better, Harry. Ron and Hermione have just arrived and Remus should be here soon," she said and left the room again.

Harry was tired of being the Person that everyone had to look out for. He was just causing more and more complications. If it wasn't for him, Sirius would still be alive. So would Cedric. Everyone was worried about him all the time. And he was just putting everyone into danger. He was making everyone unsafe. Harry grabbed the food, his broom and his backpack and flew out of the open window...