Never let go

Harry woke suddenly, but didn't open his eyes. Instead he stared at the inside of his eyelid noticing the bright red tinge it held. He felt the sun on his face and the exposed skin of his arms and legs. He sat there trying to figure out where he was when the sun that was hitting his skin started to burn.

Slowly he opened his eyes and blinked a couple of times so that his eyes could get used to the light. It was so instantly bright that his eyes started to water and for a moment all he could see was the blurred green landscape that was before him.

Finally when his eyes cleared and his blinking subsided he took a really good look around the area he was in. There where rolling green hills as far as the eye could see with rocks jutting out of the ground seemingly at random. The rocks carried a bit of moss near their bottom parts, which lay closest to the moist ground. He found himself staring at the dirt road that was highlighted against the green backdrop and stuck out like a soar thumb. Following the road down ahead of him led to endless hills or grass, so he turned around and just up the road stood a modest home of two stories.

Having no clue where he was or how he got there Harry started walking towards the house hoping to ask the residents if they knew where he was.

As he walked Harry tried to piece together how in the world he had gotten there in the first place. He remembered himself having a fight with his uncle and then he remembered that his uncle had kicked him down the stairs. Then he had woken up here. He surveyed his body and was astonished that he had no broken bones, no blood. In fact his body seemed very different, he didn't feel skinny and reaching down to rub his chest he confirmed that the once jagged ribs that he could easily see in the mirror, he could not even feel. He felt taller as well, as if his shoes had, had a couple inches of rubber attached to the bottom. That was when he noticed the shoes he was wearing were not the old beat up trainers he had received from Dudley years ago. They didn't squish his feet and they looked and felt brand new. He noticed his clothes fit him perfectly as well, with perhaps just a little bit of room to grow in.

Caught up in the investigation of himself he barely noticed that he had reached the front door of the house he had seen on the dirt road. The door was colored a light pastel blue and the house a perfectly gleaming white. The shudders glowed a vibrant red and he could see three windows on the top floor with one placed above the door and the other two on the two opposing sides of the square face of the house. Two more windows with the same red shutters stood on either side of the door and all of the shutters where closed except for the top left window of the house.

Noticing that the house had no doorbell Harry reached up to the doorknocker and struck the metal three sharp times. Soon after he knocked he heard a young male voice call out, "Coming," before the door opened up showing a boy somewhere in his early adolescence.

The boy stared at Harry precariously for a moment before stepping out of the house a little and closing the door a little bit so that he could stare at the knocker that Harry had previously used. Having stared at the knocker for a moment he turned back to Harry again and muttered with a hint of a Welsh accent, "Barking mad." With that he turned and walked back in the house leaving the door ajar.

But Harry was to stupefied to move into the house. The boy he had just seen was a physical impossibility. He was tall, but not so tall that he would really surpass anybody his age. His hair was a midnight black that rivaled even Harry's own raven locks. His face was as milky white as his skin, as Harry's skin. His eyes an intense aquamarine that had hints of the very same green Harry's eyes did. In almost every essence the boy seemed to be an almost exact replica of Harry himself except for perhaps the build, where Harry was more gangly and skinny, he was more filled out as if built to be a runner.

His eyes where also different although Harry could tell that they held the same green he had in his eyes they held a radiant blue the likes of such Harry had only seen pictures of, in a certain man that no longer existed. That is until the object of non-existence walked up to the door and stood before Harry.

If Harry had thought he was shocked before at seeing the boy that looked so much like him, he was so down right terrified and so overwhelmed at the person that walked up to the door that he nearly fainted on the spot. He held himself together by the sheer will power to want to find out how this person could possibly exist.

***

James Potter stood at the door looking at his eldest son very curiously. Zack had come into the dinning room where he was calmly going over the morning's daily prophet checking to see of any grand news that was happening. Nothing really exciting though, the Holyhead Harpies had defeated Puddlemere United and were set to compete against the cannons in the final for the cup though. Of course being an Auror, James rarely found any astonishing news in the newspaper that he didn't already know.

Still looking at his son he noticed that he held himself as if he where going to fall down. Taking concern he reached up a hand and felt his forehead. It didn't seem hot so he said, "Harry are you feeling ok? You seem as if something is wrong."

Harry wanted so much to yell, 'of course there is something wrong, your dead. You have been dead for 14 years' and the question that he had come to the house to get in the first place 'where the fuck am I?' But that was a sure fire way to take a one-way trip to St. Mungo's psychiatric ward in minutes. Instead he looked up to his fathers face, a face he had only seen in pictures until now. He looked so much older and more relaxed. "No, I'm ok. I'm just a little hot from sitting outside for so long. Umm...can I come in?"

Now James knew something was really wrong. Who in their right mind ask to come in their own house, perhaps Harry was delirious from the heat. The only thing is, he didn't feel hot. He needed to bring it up to his wife so he said, "sure go up to your room and rest for a while you look tired. I'll call you back down when its time for dinner." And with that he walked back inside the house leaving a still reeling Harry standing by the door.

Feeling it futile to continue standing outside when it was heating up so, he decided to walk into the house and find out what it was like. Perhaps he could find his room if he looked hard enough.

The first thing he noticed was the rather expansive living room that he had just walked into. In it sat two, three seated coaches facing each other with a love seat in between. The love seat was situated so that it was facing the television on the opposite side of the room. Assuming that this was a wizarding house, he wondered why they had a television. Then he remembered that his mother was muggleborn, and again assuming his real mother lived here she had probably persuaded his father to buy it. The thought of that seemed to crazy to even really think about but he was determined to discover this house that he supposedly lived in.

Behind the loveseat stood an enormous fireplace with a burgundy sack that sat on the mantle. Curious he lifted the sack and peered inside to see the shimmering dust that wizards used to transport from one place to another, floo powder. From the fireplace you could see the kitchen that looked like any normal kitchen with blue and white-checkered tiles on the floor and mahogany cabinets.

On the other side of the fireplace you could see stairs going up to the top level of the house. The stairs had a cupboard underneath, but Harry had to many memories of his own cupboard back on privet drive that he did not want to check this one. So instead he decided to go up the stairs and check out the top level. The stairs led the way to a long hallway that held five doors, two on each side of the hall way and one at the end. Two of the five doors stood ajar and the first was on his right.

Cautiously and carefully so as not to move the door, he peeked inside and the first thing he noticed was the same blue and white checkered tile that was in the kitchen. Moving along the tile he noticed a toilet and sink and an old fashioned tub complete with golden-clawed feet. Knowing that what he was seeing was the bathroom he continued down the hall to the other ajar door, not wanting to have to knock on any of the doors and not really wanting to be seen.

Inside the next open door, which was the second door on the left, the first thing he saw was red. The wallpaper was red; the bed had red covers and even the floor had a slight reddish tinge. Seeing as it was obviously a bedroom he very cautiously looked around the room and noticed that no one was inside. So he walked inside to take a better look and noticed the large bookcase situated on the side of the room opposite the bed. It held so many books that it looked as if it might collapse under its heavy strain.

He saw titles he recognized from his earliest years of Hogwarts and the newest seemed to be year three books. Turning around he looked and saw a closet and curiosity getting the best of him, he looked inside to see several pairs of robes in assorted colors on one side of it, and several pairs of muggle clothes he recognized as definitely female.

"Taking a liking to girls clothes now are you Harry?" a voice said from the door. Startled, Harry turned sharply around and stared, like a deer caught in the headlights at the girl talking to him. "Is there something we should know Harry?" She continued with a smirk on her face.

Again Harry was to dumbstruck to say anything and like the two other people he had met today, he just gawped stupidly up at her with his mouth slightly open. She was just slightly shorter than the boy he had seen earlier but looked just as old. Her hair was a blazing golden red near the top, but gradually dulled out towards the ends, until it finally stopped, showing an aura of auburn brown. Her face held quite a bit of freckles but nothing compared to that of any of the Weasley children. Her eyes where a startling ocean blue, but held just the slightest twinge of green right around the edges of the iris.

Sighing sharply the girl grabbed Harry's arm and pushed him through the door to the other side of the hallway. There she opened the door and shoved him inside, "stay out of my room!" She yelled before slamming the door shut. Harry looked around the room that she pushed him in and noticed how blue it was. Nearly everything was blue, from the walls to the floor. Knowing his favorite color was blue he assumed that he had finally made it to his room so he collapsed onto the four-poster bed with blue draperies and started to admire the room.

The bed he was laying on was situated in the corner on the other side of the door and had a nightstand on either side. Harry wasn't a very good judge of bed sizes but he guessed that it was probably a queen sized bed. The night stands where made of a dark mahogany and only one of them had a lamp on it. The other held various big books that Harry had never seen before. At the foot of the bed stood a trunk, much like his trunk that he had at home. It had brass handles and was very ornately carved with dragons and unicorns.

Along the wall opposite his bed stood a very sturdy looking desk. It was absolutely piled to the brim with books and parchments and held only a very tiny space available for writing. Next to the desk stood two bookcases absolutely piled with books. He saw titles of books he had often seen Hermione reading in the common room late at night. The closet stood in front of his trunk and had two sliding doors to access it. On the opposing side of the door was the window. It was wide open and the blue curtains where moving wildly from the billowing wind. In front of the window stood two very comfortable and finely made chairs with a low coffee table in the middle.

"The people in this house are so noisy. You can barely get an ounce rest before they barge in and start to slam things..." came a soft voice to Harry's side and that was when he noticed the terrarium on the desk, he must have missed it when he was looking at all the books because he didn't even see it there. Inside the terrarium lay a snake he recognized as a poisonous adder. He knew this only because as a small child one of the only books he had in his "room"(if you could call it that) was a book about snakes found commonly in the British Isles.

So calmly, he imagined himself talking to the snake and opened his mouth and hissed, "Who are you?"

Startled the snake turned its head to look at him and hissed back, "you can speak my language? Why haven't you ever done this before?"

Not really knowing what to say he answered the snake back with another question. "How long have you known me?"

Not perturbed by his answering a question with a question, the snake replied," Ever since you got me, when you where a first year."

Only once ever really having had a conversation with a snake he was surprised at the intelligence the snake was showing while he talked to it. "Do you know where this place is?" he asked the snake still not fully comprehending how or where he was. He felt confident asking the snake this because he didn't think it would send him to St. Mungo's.

"This is your room, how do you not know that? You have lived here in this room, since you where born and that was way before you got me."

Thoroughly confused now Harry turned to look at the room to try to see if he could remember ever having seen the room. The conclusion he came was, no. He had never in his life seen this room, though if he had ever gotten the chance to have his own room he suspected it would have looked exactly as this one did. Realizing the only person he could ask questions to openly, was the snake, he said, "what do you know about me?"

Staring at Harry for a moment before answering the snake hissed out, "Well I know your name is Harry Potter and as a first year going to Hogwarts your parents bought me for you as a present. I know that you have a brother named Zachary and a sister named Holly and that they are twins and are going to be in their fourth year of Hogwarts this year. I know that you are going into your fifth year of Hogwarts and just yesterday you received a letter that told you were going to be a prefect. I know nearly everything about you Harry, because you have always talked to me, although it has always been in human language. Never have I ever heard you speaking my language and never have you ever been able to understand me."

"Do you know what my parents names are?"

"Yes, James and Lily potter. Why do you ask all these questions as if you do not know?"

In an attempt to try to figure out how he had gotten in this place, and how his parents where alive he decided to tell the snake the truth. "Because I don't." He said plainly, "I'm not from here. My parents died when I was one year old. They were killed by a dark wizard named Voldemort and when he tried to kill me the curse back fired and gave me this scar..." reaching up absentmindedly to finger the scar on his head.

Harry turned back to the snake to find him staring at Harry. His head was cocked to the side, making him look more human than snake. "Harry, I do not know what you are talking about, but if what you say is true than you truly do not know anything about this world. Do you?" said the snake.

Shaking his head side to side Harry said, "Exactly, I have no clue how I got here, or even where here is. I have never even seen this place in my entire life. I cant consciously remember ever meeting my parents or even knowing them. And as for my siblings, they never existed. And I cant remember you either. You never told me your name though, what is it?"

"You called me Cody, although I always found that name rather stupid I never complained," replied the snake.

"Hmm...that's weird, id always dreamt I had an imaginary friend named Cody, I used to do everything with him..." Harry said as he looked off into space remembering the one of few joyous memories of his childhood. "You do believe me though right?" he asked Cody.

"Well I cant say that what you're telling me doesn't sound the slightest bit farfetched, but from the looks of your face when you were talking you seemed honest. The thing we will have to figure out now is how-"

"Harry! Mum wants you to come down and wash up, its time to eat dinner!" Harry's brother yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm sorry Cody, I guess I'll have to talk to you after I get back from dinner. But I really wish you could come with me, I honestly don't know what I'm going to say. I mean I have never met this family before how am I not going to make a fool of myself?" Harry asked.

"Well perhaps you could take me with you. I could whisper comments to you as you sit at the table. Just wear me around your arm, I'm sure ill be warm there," Cody replied.

Taking a moment to comprehend what Cody had said, Harry reached his hand into the terrarium and lifted Cody up. Even more carefully he held Cody in his arm and allowed him to crawl up his arm and wrap himself around. He looked down to his sleeve and noticed that Cody made a pretty good-sized lump and felt that his family might notice it too much. "I think I need something to cover you up though, you are really noticeable. I think ill peek into my closet and see if I can find a good sized jumper to cover you up with." Walking over to the closet and opening it up, he quickly found what he was looking for and pulled a navy blue jumper of its hanger. Taking good care to put it on gently so as not to hurt Cody, he walked out the door.

He maneuvered himself down the stairs awkwardly because of the weight on his right arm that he wasn't used to. He nearly bumped into his brother at the foot of the stairs. "oh there you are Harry, I was just about to call you again. Come on dinner almost getting cold and mums made us wait for you." Zack said shaking his head.

Following his brother to the dinning room he hadn't noticed before, Harry couldn't help but gawk at the large chandelier hanging from the room. It seemed to radiate light and warmth into every corner of the room and shone off of the precariously placed china plates and crystal glasses in the displaying case.

Finally looking down from the chandelier to observe the room he noticed his family looking up at him oddly. "Umm...I just forgot how nice it was in this room," he said quickly and took his seat next to his brother and across from his sister. His father was seated to his right and his mother to his left. He gaped at the beauty his mother radiated, seemingly only being matched by that of his sister in front of him. His mother however, instead of multicolored fiery locks, his mother just had vibrant shimmering red hair. Her skin was pail and as her sisters face did, had quite a bit of freckles sprinkled mostly across her nose. Her green eyes shown out like beacons, in every essence she, along with his father, where the people he had always imagined them to be. They seemed to radiate loving and caring personas and Harry couldn't help but crack a humongous grin.

Having sat down, the entire family started to eat and even though Harry wasn't at all that hungry he forced himself to eat so that he wouldn't make even more of a spectacle of himself. Lazily reaching down to grab a fork he stabbed into the strange pasta the likes of which he had never seen before. Carefully, he placed what was on his fork into his mouth, closed it, and chewed. The pasta, for lack of a better word, was absolutely stupendous in his opinion and he proceeded to devour the rest of it. "Whoa, slow down there Harry, you act as if you've never had some of your mum's famous pasta salad." Harry's dad said with a slight chuckle in his voice.

Color rising in his cheeks at his failure to yet again act as if he belonged, Harry looked down again to his plate.

"So Harry, have you finished all of your homework this summer? You know that now that you're a prefect your going to have to set an example." His mother warned sternly.

"Nonsense Lily, being a prefect is about the most fun you can get. You kids have no idea how many pranks I managed to pull of when I was a prefect." James ended with a laugh.

"Tell us some dad!" Zack cried out.

"Well, there was this one time when..." James had started but broke off at the death glare he was receiving from his wife. "I mean...what I meant to say was that you should really take it seriously Harry, you cant mess up as a prefect." He managed to say this last bit sincerely but when his wife wasn't looking up at him anymore he gave a wink and a nudge to Harry.

Dinner went on for another five minutes before Cody decided to find a better, warmer place on Harry's arm. This, in turn made Harry start to fidget. "What are you doing?" Harry whispered into his collar.

"I am merely trying to get comfortable, you don't know how tedious it is to have to be wrapped around a persons arm for so long," Cody whispered back

"Well at least warn me!" Harry whispered a little louder than he intended to. He looked up and noticed that he had the attention of the entire family.

"Harry? What are you doing love?" His mother asked him timidly.

"Um..." was all he could reply. His mouth was stuck and he wasn't able to make a sound.

"Harry what've you got in your jumper?" His mother asked.

"N-Nothing" Harry replied, "mum," he added as an afterthought.

"Young man! Stand up right now and show me what you've got under that jumper!" his mum told him. Never having been told this by a parental figure, Harry felt he had no choice but to reveal what he was hiding. So he stood up and slowly peeled the jumper over his head. Cody, who had rearranged himself to lie more around his forearm than his upper arm, came into plain sight and his mother gave a slight gasp. "Harry, why did you bring him here?"

"Umm...I wanted to keep him warm..." Harry replied, not having any better ideas coming to his head at the moment. His mother looked at him skeptically but after a while shrugged and continued eating.

"So, Zack, how do you think the Quidditch team will be this year? I here you're the leading choice after...what's his name graduated." James said to lighten the atmosphere.

"Cedric Diggory and ye-" Zack started.

"He graduated?!" Harry found himself yelling out. If what his brother and father were saying was true than, maybe the one person whose life had been plaguing his conscience all summer was actually alive and not dead.

"Yeah, graduated. Where have you been Harry? The best captain we get for our team in years and you don't even know he graduated?" Zack replied.

"Oh, umm...I guess I just didn't pay attention." Harry said meekly.

"Well it figures, all you care about is studying and reading, its like you never get out. You should come running with me in the mornings Harry, it would help you get into shape. I promise ill go slowly for you." Zack finished enthusiastically.

Harry heard his offer and replied with a positive nod of the head before thinking about what his brother had said first. Studying and reading? Harry? That didn't seem to fit, and if Ron were there to here that he would have laughed out loud. Of course thoughts of Ron led him to think of his two friends who probably where back at home looking frantically for him. Or maybe this entire thing was a dream. It certainly felt like a dream, but it felt to real. The food he was placing in his mouth was too real, and feeling of the chair he was sitting on was too real. Perhaps it was reality?

But before Harry could dwell much further on the thought he felt Cody give his arm a sharp bite and he couldn't help but yelp out loud. "What's wrong Harry?" his mother asked him.

"Cody bit me, I think I should take him back upstairs. May I be excused?" Harry said, not forgetting his manners.

His mother and father answered with a nod and Harry was heading towards the stairs when a voice rang out behind him, "not so fast young man, your going to take your dish to the table before you do anything," Lily called out before he left.

"Sorry mum, I guess I kinda forgot." Harry said sheepishly while turning back to the table. He took the plate off the table quickly and headed to the kitchen, but not without noticing the looks of concern the struck both his parents' faces. The kitchen was connected to the dining room by a small hallway that ran under the stairs. Once he put the dish in the sink he turned and walked towards the door to the stairs, not wanting to go through the dining room again. He raced up the stairs into his room and shut the door, taking a moment to bask in the feel of what he had just completed.

Dinner with his family, unbelievable and yet not unappreciated in the slightest bit. All his life he had wanted just that and now sitting on his bed, thinking about what had just happened, he realized that even though this was his family he didn't even know a thing about them. It was like sitting down at a table of strangers and trying not to look like a fool.

Getting anxious of the fact that he didn't know anything about his family he turned to Cody and said, "What was you problem down there? I mean I was trying to learn about my family, but it was sort of hard with you squirming about like that."

"Yes well, I didn't want you to make a fool out of yourself. I may be a snake but I do know how wizards work, the minute you tell someone that your from another world, they just might not be so keen on knowing you any longer. Funny creatures you humans," replied the snake.

"Ok, I'm sorry I didn't mean to get mad at you its just, you don't know how confusing it is to wake up suddenly and your in another world where your parents are suddenly alive and you have siblings. And, if that weren't enough, you don't even know them, or anything that has happened in your life for the past fifteen...wait what day is today Cody?"

"Today would be the thirtieth of July, was it not the thirtieth where you come from Harry?"

"Well it was, but uh...after I was knocked out, which was at seven in the afternoon...there's...this is so bloody confusing, I wish I had Hermione here." Harry finished flatly.

"While I'll agree that she is very smart, and that combined with you its like you're walking encyclopedias, I still don't see why you would want your girlfriend here. I mea-"

"My what?!" Harry exclaimed.

"Your girlfriend, why do you seem to have such a problem with this Harry? You have been friends with her since your first year."

"You see its things like this, how embarrassing do you think that would have been, if I came to Hogwarts and Hermione started talking about how great we are together. All I would be able to do is nod my head. Are you sure I didn't write my life down in an autobiography or something?"

"Well, come to think of it, I do remember you staying up at nights sometimes scribbling away in a book for hours. You'd always put it in the top left drawer of your desk."

Harry walked over to the desk that adorned his room and shakily opened the upper left drawer. Inside sat a blue leather bound book that didn't have any special insignia on the top. In fact, if you didn't look inside you probably would never be able to tell that it was a diary or journal.

Unfortunately, the opening of this book wasn't as easy as it seemed. Harry tugged and pulled on the cover of the book, but it still wouldn't budge. Thinking back to his old life, he remembered a similar type of spell he used on his trunk at Hogwarts. He didn't want anybody going through it and finding the various letters from his godfather or, his prized invisibility cloak. He would have added his marauders map to that list, but after last year's events, he hadn't gotten it back.

The spell worked like a muggle password for a safe or something of that nature. All you had to do was speak the password while tapping the center of the book. The only problem with this was, Harry didn't know the password. "Oh sod it all, I finally find a book that can tell me who the fuck I am in this bleeding world, and I cant even bloody open it." (A/N: pretty good eh? Heh heh mighta gone a lil overboard)

"Well it was worth a shot Harry, I would try to remember the password but you always whispered it."

"Oh well, I guess ill just have to try to remember it. Cody."

"What is it Harry?"

"No I was just trying that as a password, was I just speaking in Parseltongue or in English?"

"Well, I don't know what Parseltongue is, but I believe you said that in English."

"Parseltongue is this language I'm speaking right now. You know, snake language that what humans call it. When I said you name I was just trying out some passwords. James. Lily. Holly. Zachary. Harry? I must have been trying to keep this thing away from my siblings if I gave it such a hard password."

"Perhaps it has something to do with your girlfriend?"

"Oh right, that's probably it," Harry said. The though of Hermione as his girlfriend was a strange thought, but strangely, not an unwelcome one. "Hermione" he said aloud. Nothing happened for a few seconds, and then an audible click was heard and the book flipped open to middle. Shocked that he had managed to open the book he looked down at the last journal entry.

Dear journal, July 30th

Well today has been a strange day. First mum walked into my room when I was changing and scared the shit out of me, and she didn't even have the decency to turn around. She told me I had to clean my room because it was a mess and then she left. Sometimes that woman drives me crazy.

After I cleaned my room I sat around watching muggle movies until lunchtime. It's amazing how muggles make do without magic and everything. The special effects looked completely real.

During lunch, a couple of owls flew in and delivered our Hogwarts letters, and guess what? I was made a prefect and guess who else? That's right, it was Hermione. Oh I can't wait till she gets my letter, I wrote it so fast I don't even remember what was on it. I had to be careful though, my brother barged in right after I wrote and it asked what I was doing. I told him I was doing homework and he left. I hate having to keep my 'mione a secret but I cant let my parents know. What would they do to me? What's even worse, what would they do to Hermione? I shudder to think of the big fuss they would make. The good thing is that Hermione completely agrees with me.

Well journal, I'm sorry I didn't write more today like I usually do, but other than my getting a prefect today wasn't very exciting. So I leave you here journal and ill write to you soon.

Harry

The whole time Harry was reading the journal, he couldn't help but feel as if he were intruding in on someone's private life. But then again this was his life, he just didn't know it. He did however find some very useful information from the entry. Hermione and him where not telling anyone about there relationship. He was relieved to have read this; otherwise he might have made a big spectacle in front of his family about her somehow.

"Cody, how long have I been going out with Hermione?"

"Well if I can remember correctly, you asked her out to the Yule ball. You have been going out since then."

"Oh, that's great. Do you kno-" Harry was about to continue but a knock at his door disrupted him. He walked to the door and opened it to his two concerned looking parents. The sight warmed his heart and gave him a feeling that he had never felt in the whole of his heart. Love.

"Harry are you sure you are feeling alright? Did you take a bad fall today?" James asked.

"No dad, I'm fine don't worry about me." Harry replied.

"Are you running a fever?" Lily said reaching up to touch his forehead, but before her hand touched it she stopped. "Harry where did you get that scar on your forehead?"

"Oh, I got it...um...I fell off my bed at school last year. Nothing big, it just bleed for a while" Harry said, feeling bad for having lied to his parents again.

"Ok, but if it bothers you at all just tell us ok?" she said.

"Alright mum I will."

"Now son, I want you to get rested, tomorrow is going to be a big day and I don't want you fall asleep." His dad said.

"I was just going to dad, g'night mum," he said giving his mother a hug and a peck on the cheek. "and g'night dad." He said giving him a hearty hug. His parents turned down the hall, presumably to go to their own room and Harry closed the door and jumped onto his bed. He was very excited over everything that had happened today, and even though he could still barely believe it, he was very tired. He found he was zoning out a lot when he was thinking about his situation so he decided to get into his pajamas and go to sleep. Walking over to the closet, he pulled out a decent looking pair of plaid blue pajamas bottoms and after taking of his pants, put them on. He decided that he would sleep without a shirt on today after he had peeled of his shirt.

Sleepily he headed over to the bed pulled to covers down and climbed in. After about five minutes of sitting and staring of into space, he felt his eyelids droops. He felt the eternal battles of sleep overcoming him, and for the first time since the third task had ended he didn't fight it and was asleep within seconds.