Take it Together ***REWRITTEN!!! READ: TAKE IT TOGETHER-TAKE 2***

Chapter 4

Harry stared out of the tent door after Cedric's retreating form. He sighed. Ron and Hermione and the rest of the Weaselys would be here soon. He had no clue what to tell them. He had no clue what to think.

Sure enough, Madam Pomfrey had just straightened up, Harry's ankle now healed, when his friends burst through the door, Mrs Weasley in lead.

"Oh, Harry!" she cried, rushing over to him, she began straightening his robes. "What happened to your ankle? Do you feel alright? Can we get you anything?!"

Harry shook his head, smiling indulgently at Mrs. Weasley. The others crowded around him too. None of them met Harry's eye at first, and continued to share looks after they'd settled down in chairs.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Mrs Weasley fretted, running shaking hands down his chest and plucking at his collar so she didn't have to meet his gaze. "What ever happened in the maze, Dear?"

"A lot," Harry replied, grinning valiantly.

Ron let out a snort of laughter that started out a little forced, but soon became real at the look on his mother's face. Soon Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and Bill, were all guffawing. Mrs Weasley looked at them sternly.

"Shhh!" she hissed. "Harry needs quiet!"

"Sorry Harry," George gasped, wiping tears of laughter out of his eyes.

"No, it's ok," Harry chuckled, grinning at George.

Mrs. Weasley frowned at them all.

"How did it go? Are you hurt anywhere else?"

"No. Really Mrs. Weasley, I'm fine!"

"Lay off him, Mum," Ron chortled. "Let him breathe!"

Mrs. Weasley shot Ron a very disapproving look.

"We were just so worried about you!" she cried looking at Harry at last. Her eyelashes were wet and clumped from crying.

Harry immediately felt bad. "It's ok, Mrs Weasley!" he cried. "Really! We got past the things, I ran into an acromantula, that's how I hurt my ankle, but Cedric and I stunned it and we grabbed the cup and the maze disappeared."

But when Harry had mentioned Cedric, the Weasley's had all looked away, not meeting his eye. Harry wanted to groan in frustration.

Mrs Weasley spoke first. "Well I'm just so glad you're okay!" she said, getting out of her chair to wrap Harry in a big, cozy, hug. He patted her back a little awkwardly as she cried onto his shoulder.

Bill finally pulled Mrs Weasley back to her chair, and sat her down. She was still sniffling a bit, but when Madam Pomfrey came over saying that Harry was free to go and suggested he might want some time to himself, she wiped her face with the back of her hand and told the others fiercely, "Leave him alone! He needs some time alone to recover!"

She hustled the rest of the party out of the tent. Harry stayed, at Madam Pomfrey's instructions. Once they were gone she came back to the bench and handed Harry a stiff, cloth sock like thing.

"A ankle brace," she said, reading his look of confusion correctly. "I want you to wear this for a week to make sure it stays together while it's still a little fragile."

She bustled around the room, looking for some last things for Harry. "Sorry I chased off your friends, I hope you don't mind. It seemed like you wanted some space," she looked over at him in concern.

"Yeah," Harry confirmed, shooting her a smile. "Thanks."