Harry was back.
He was safe.
He was mine again.
I didn't want to let go, the thought of losing him was just too much, and the chance of another attack terrified me. I had this overwhelming urge to question him on what happened, who was behind it all and why. But I knew now wasn't the time. He would tell me, eventually, when he was ready. I also knew that he was going to be questioned by the Arours big time, and the stress he would go through would not be good. I was just relieved I had him back. I know it sounds silly, he was only missing for two days, but the thoughts that were going through my mind were crazy - it wasn't like he was just away at work or on holiday, he had been abducted, and as far as I was aware, he could have been sent back in time or murdered, I may have never seen him again.
Eventually, I let go, by which time quite a crowd had gathered outside the door. Hermione ran up to him and hugged him next, she too had tears dribbling down her cheeks, relieved and happy that he was back. This was followed by numerous hugs and handshakes from the rest of my family, the DA who were helping find him and the order. You could see how eager everyone was to find out what happened, I just hoped that no one asked, not now.
We made our way down to the great hall where dad had got the elves to whip up some celebratory breakfast for us. We all sat at a single long table placed in the centre of the hall and tucked in. Spirits were high and it was like nothing had happened (almost). But Harry wasn't right, he was behaving oddly and didn't seem to have his ordinary personality. The thought crossed my mind as to whether this was harry at all? I was supposed to know him best, but I couldn't help but fight with my mind. I thought of a few personal questions to ask him later, that only the real Harry would know... But for the mean time, I thought it best to express my concerns with Kingsley. I got up, Harry didn't even ask where I was going or express an interest in following me, whereas he always would before, my concerns were growing rather than shrinking. I walked up to Kingsley and asked for a word, not because he was the one in charge. Yes he did take charge but he had no authoritative position over the rest of us. He just seemed to deal with situations well. He agreed, but claimed it may have just been the shock. I knew what shocked Harry was like - it wasn't this. Nevertheless he agreed to keep a close eye and told me to keep my distance a little just in case. I took his advice and went and sat back down. I also shared my suspicions with Hermione, but otherwise it was to be kept a secret, I wanted to know if others noticed without prompting.
I was beginning to get increasingly worried once again, if this wasn't Harry I was sat next to, who was it? And more to the point, where was Harry? He could be dead for all I know. Why would someone else want to live as Harry? Why would anyone want that, what did they want from it?
My mind was swirling in all of the same, I couldn't concentrate and I couldn't think straight, so I did what the only thing I could think of doing. I asked if I could speak to him for a moment, alone. I lead him out of the hall and into a classroom nearby, after evicting peeves, who had put a fight and resulted in ink splattered all over the floor and walls, I shut the door and turned to face him. I moved close to him and every step forward I took, he took one back. Harry would never do that, he would normally look me lovingly in the eye and pull me closer. I then lent in and pushed my lips on his. He reluctantly returned the kiss before pulling away after a few seconds. So I confronted him. I simply questioned him in a calm tone of voice 'who are you, and what have you done with harry' he turned around and faced the wall so I could not see his face, there was no reply, so I repeated myself, adding on 'what do you want' I had a simple plan, 'Harry' clearly wasn't Harry, so I left the classroom and charmed the door, so no one, other than myself could unlock it, meaning that whoever was pretending to be Harry, was locked in the room, soon, he will run out of poly juice potion, surely? And then we'll see the true identity.
I returned on my own to a lot of telling and questioning looks. I walked straight up to Kingsley and told him what I had done. He giggled at how 'smart and quick thinking I was' before following me out of the hall and into the classroom, I ushered to Hermione to come also. The so called 'harry' was now sat on a chair, cowering in the corner, looking slightly overwhelmed and worried about the whole situation. I thought of a couple of questions that I thought not to be common knowledge that only Harry and I, and possibly Ron and Hermione would know.
I wasn't sure that now was the right time, but it was as good a time as any, so I blurted out 'what was the first thing you said to me after the battle' he looked blankly at me, before shaking his head and turning to face the wall. I knew this wasn't Harry, and he knew I knew, and consequently would not look me in the eye. Hermione looked at me with a worried expression on her face, it was already midday, depending on the potion, and polyjuice is likely to last between 1-4 hours. We had no way of knowing when he last took it, but we ensured he had no vile on him before locking the classroom once more. I then went about contacting the ministry, to try and get the arours on the case. Also to let them know what I had done, before I was the one getting into trouble.
Naturally, the news that the famous 'Harry Potter' had spread, and it seemed everyone in the wizarding world, and beyond, knew.