Rabbit Heart. [Harry Potter]

Closest Thing to Home.

"Psst, Ron!" Someone hisses, pulling me from my light slumber.

Feeling rather sore and groggy, I squint through my eyes. I jump when I'm met; nose-to-nose, with Ron's sleeping face. I scoot away, my cheeks reddening when I realize how incredibly close I was sleeping to him.

Someone clears their throat, and I jump again. A very panicked, and agitated Hermione stands at our feet. My cheeks turn even redder. She eyes me up, her eyes sharp and harsh. Then she returns her eyes to Ron, waiting for him to wake up.

"Ron," I clear my throat, giving his body a hard shove.

He jumps awake, his face instantly in a look of terror. He blinks and rubs his eyes, trying to get them to focus. He looks at Hermione's scared face, to my identical one - although I'm scared for a different reason.

"What is it?" He asks, his voice sounds scratchy and tired.

"Harry's gone," Hermione speaks up, pointing to the other side of Ron, where Harry had been sharing a sleeping bag. Her eyes are wide with fear, looking to Ron for answers.

"Did you look around the house?" I ask, slightly worried where he could be too. Especially in the middle of all of this; now would not be the best time for him to run off.

"Well, not yet... I mean, I was getting there." She mumbles, her cheeks turning red. She sets her face into a bitter expression and I regret speaking up at all.

"Well, let's look around the house first," Ron gets up, holding out his hand for me, which I take with caution. I do my best to avoid Hermione's eyes. "You look upstairs, and we'll head downstairs," He tells her, standing beside me.

She doesn't look particularly happy, but she nods and hurries out of the library.

We head downstairs, and for the first time, I really get a good look at the house. Last night we hurried upstairs with so much haste that I didn't get a chance to even check out the place.

Every room we entered was full of dust and cobwebs. I wonder how long this place has been abandoned. But every so often, there would be things out of place, as if someone had been digging through the house. I also spot many things embroidered with serpents. It's a reoccurring theme in this house, I realize.

"Harry?" We start to yell, once we searched every room. Ron continues to search the same places over and over again, becoming more frantic by the minute.

"Ron! I've found him!" We hear Hermione shout from upstairs.

Ron and I both let out a sigh of relief. I let out a smile, but Ron just grumbles under his breath.

"Good! Tell him from me that he's a git!" Ron shouts back, shaking his head, slumping into a chair in the kitchen. He runs his fingers through his messy red hair, looking completely frazzled. I do my best to hide my amusement. It's as if it drained Ron of energy already.

I take a seat a chair beside him, but as I get comfortable, I realize my feet don't even touch the ground. My lips set into a frown as I pull my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around my legs.

"Did you sleep alright?" Ron asks, pulling my attention back to him.

"It was no bed back home, but it felt nice to just get some sleep," I admit, a small smile playing on my lips.

"Where exactly is home? Where did you guys settle?" Ron asks, curiosity seeping through his words.

"We haven't- er, hadn't. Mum and Dad's job kept us moving to a new location every week." I explain, resting my chin upon my knees. "But I didn't mind. I've seen practically everything in the world already," I try to add some positivity into the mood. I'm not looking for pity or anything.