I don't think I've ever slept so much at once, and I'm still exhausted.
I don't even know what to say about what happened at Nott Manor. It all seems like a blur when I try to remember it, but I can remember bits and pieces so clearly. Things like the feel of the walls as we tried to find our way out, and sense of relief when we finally reached daylight. And I remember seeing the Death Eaters and the Aurors fighting. I don't think I'll get that image out of my head.
It was all too much when we got back. Dumbledore yelled at us, McGonagall yelled at us, Snape yelled at us... I wanted to tell them that they were wasting their breath, that we were still too out of it to even get properly worked up. I just wanted it to be over so that I could curl up somewhere and sleep. That somewhere wound up being in Harry's bed, after I helped him up to his room and found myself without the energy to even make it back to my own. It's just as well... as tired as I was, I'm not sure I could have slept without him there, not after seeing him taken away like that. If McGonagall came in to check on him and saw me there, she didn't say anything.
I still don't know how long we slept, but when we finally got up and made it down to eat something, the rumors of what had happened had made their way around the school so many times that there wasn't a bit of truth to any of it. If setting the record straight could be done without talking about it, I'd probably correct the many rumors, but I just can't work up the energy to care.( privateCollapse )