Ron pov
Harry was definitely hiding something. The way he cringed when Dumbledore first spoke to him said it all. There was something in that sentence that Harry was afraid of I just couldn't figure out what. Harry told Dumbledore the same story he told us. And when I say 'the same' I don't mean like he didn't add or take away anything. He literally used the exact same wording that he had before. Almost like he had practiced it.
When Dumbledore finally sent us back to our rooms Harry was relieved. When we walked through the portrait hole he immediately told Hermione and I good night and walked up stairs. Hermione and I however decided to stay up a bit longer and talk in the common room. all our conversations were about Harry.
"Ron he seems different." She said with a sigh sitting in an arm chair across from me.
I nodded "I've been think the same thing."
"did you see the way he cringed in Dumbledore's office?" she asked.
"you saw that to? I thought I might just have been Imagining it."
"and the wound on his arm how did it heel so quickly? Did you see him perform any kind of heeling magic on it?"
I shrugged "not with his wand. But I don't know he seems to have gotten really good at wandless magic somehow over the summer."
"that's another thing. Ice magic is extremely hard to master. But yet somehow all of a sudden Harry can do it wandless."
"hmm I wonder if that's why his hair and eyes are different colors. I mean his hair is snow white and especially when he glares straight at you his eyes are as cold as ice."
"there also very sad Ron. He has been through things this summer that no one ever should. Have you seen the scars on his arms?"
I let out a small laugh that held no humor "his arms are only the half of it. Last week I accidently was about to walk in my room when he was changing but I stopped. The door was cracked and I looked through. His chest was completely mangled. It was covered in scars. There wasn't even one solid inch of clean skin. He was about to turn his back to me but I couldn't bear to think what would be there so I rushed off before he saw me." I said sadly. Hermione gasped.
"that bad?"
I nodded my head "if they did anything that bad only with water it's no wonder he's so scared of it."
She shook her head "I don't think it's as much he's scared of water. It was more a defense mechanism that kicks in when water touches him. did you see how he held his breath until Max and Fang dried him off?"
I nodded my head "I've also noticed that he's always cold. He especially seems to be cold when his emotions kick in. I didn't want to say anything while he was around but-"I pulled up my sleeve to show where Harry had grabbed my arm to help me up. I could still feel how cold he was when he touched me. There was a distinct hand mark on my arm only it was frostbite.
Hermione gasped and took my arm "Harry did that?"
I nodded "he didn't mean to but I know he did. I had my sleeves rolled up at the time I only pulled them down so that no one would think Harry meant to hurt me."
She nodded and took her wand out of her pocket "I understand but any way let me fix that for you." She spoke a healing spell and immediately it was better.
I rubbed it "thanks Hermione" she smiled.
"well I think we should go to bed don't you?"
I nodded we both started to walk up the stairs then I remembered something. "hey Hermione wait." She came back down.
"yes?"
"well I don't know how important this is but it's something odd."
"what is it Ron?"
"well ever since I've known Harry he's always slept on his back."
She sighed "so?"
I rolled my eyes. "so... why has he started sleeping on his side?" we both scowled.
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