"Harry, you slept like that all night, Harry!"
The darkness before his eyes rapidly faded amid waves of swaying, and Harry struggled to open his bleary eyes, adjusting to the glaring pale daylight outside the window.
"Ugh—"
The slightest movement made his entire body ache as though it had fallen apart, and the congestion in his nose made Harry feel thoroughly uncomfortable.
"What, Ron?"
It was as if he had been dosed with a whole barrel of Draught of Living Death; his sluggish thoughts wandered through frozen nerves.
The commands his brain sent to his limbs took ages to receive a response. Harry laboriously propped himself up on his elbows, trying to sit up in bed.
Ron could not stand watching him fail again and again. He bent down and helped Harry into a sitting position.
"You slept like that all night, mate?"
Ron's brow was tightly furrowed as he watched Harry rub his cheeks with both hands, worry written all over his face.
"I was thinking about something and didn't notice—"
Harry mumbled, his cold making his voice sound muffled.
"I'm just saying, mate—"
Ron looked even more worried.
"If you really care that much about why Remus and Sirius kept the wedding secret, you could write them a letter and ask—"
"Write them a letter and ask."
Harry struggled to understand what Ron meant. After a long while, he responded slowly.
"That's not what I was thinking about. Forget it, Ron. Remus is usually busy every day, and now he has to worry about his wedding too. Sirius is responsible for protecting the Minister for Magic now. I don't want to bother them over something so trivial—"
Something trivial.
Ron curled his lip. To him, it really was no big deal, but judging by Harry's reaction, he seemed