¨Bloody Hell, Mate! Are you out of your blimey MiNd?!¨ Ron exclaimed so loudly it startled the people waiting below...

Mrs. Weasley and I had stopped mid-conversation and glanced up involuntarily. We both thought about checking upstairs to see what was going on but neither moved. We continued our debate about the new Minister of Magic´s methods of solving financial problems. Though, I soon gave up and gave Molly the win for my heart was not in it anymore. I could feel the tension slowly build after Ron´s not so joyous exclaim. I was aware that the Weasleys didn´t like me in the least but they put up with me because of Harry. Just sitting there I could feel Mr. Weasley´s eyes on the back of my neck, I hadn´t even done anything! I just wish Harry would come back down those rickety stairs, bringing that warm, bright smile with him. It reminded me of the sun, always filled with radiance and bursts of energy, bringing warmth and light to the atmosphere around it. Harry was my sun. My whole world orbited around him, like I couldn't survive without him. Like everything in my life would grow cold and pointless without him.

¨Could you point me in the way of the toilet, please? It´s been so long it seems I´ve forgotten.¨ I asked extra politely.
¨Why of course, dear. It´s just down this way, first door on your right.¨ Mrs. Weasley replied cheerily.
¨Thank you.¨

I excused myself from the judgmental eyes of the sitting room and found my way to the toilet. I gently shut and locked the door behind me. Hands on the sink, I watched my staring reflection, possibly even more judgemental than those I had left in the previous room. I switched on the water and doused myslef. I hadn´t noticed but I had started crying. I sat myself on the toilet and wept into my hands, the cool water mixing with the salt of my tears, the still running tap blotching out the sound of my sobs. I had suddenly become so aware of... everything. The surroundings, the noises, how, I´m broken. How I don't deserve Harry, I´m a broken, shitty person. Did you see how Mr. Weasley was eying me? I don´t blame him, I served under Voldemort and my dad and him hated each other. But in my defense, I never wanted to be a Death Eater it was forced upon me, worst year of my life.

He wasn´t quite sure why this had so suddenly hit him. Why here? Now? He needed to pull himself together, Harry might be down any minute. He inhaled deeply and released it with a great sigh. He wiped away his tears and fixed his face to look happy. He turned off the tap and turned to the door knob to leave when he heard something, not but the faintst whisper, but something. He bcame very quiet, very focused. He stood on the sink to press his ear to the ceiling so as to hear the people above´s conversation. It was Harry, Ron, and Hermione, they seemed to be arguing. He listened with more intent. What was that Hermione had said? No, it couldn´t be...