K, Harry Potter fan-fic, english.

Harry snapped back to reality, blinking as he saw Kreacher's face inches from his. He grunted, shaking his head slightly, the house-elf jumping away, bowing in front of it's Master. Harry rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, before carefully placing his glasses on, the whole room, a red and gold blur before, being a rather large one, fulfilled with people he didn't recognize at once.
Then he saw Lucius Malfoy's face, Narcissa's next to his, and Draco's -
'Master-' Kreacher started, but Harry suddenly rose from his bed, fingers wrapped tightly around the wood of his wand, which was pointed directly at the Malfoy family, backing up a few steps, glaring at the pure-blooded people. A crack made him jerk his neck quickly so he could see the door, Kingsley, Ron and Hermione slithering in, his friends freezing as they saw Harry's threatening posture.
'Oi, Harry, don't need to heat up like that!' Ron said, blinking.
'Oh.. well- er- What are you doing here?' Harry asked, shoving the wand back into his pyjamas' pocket.
Draco looked a bit startled, but he grinned, a thing that wasn't expected from the Slytherin. Harry crept forward a few steps, suddenly stopping, sensing the danger ... He saw Voldemort entering the room quicker than everyone else and he stared at the snake-like face, at the Elder Wand lifted to the level of his chest, at the green curse that flew to him-
His scar was burning, he was shook by an earthquake, or only by Ron, who was trying to wake him up by screaming. Harry hurled in his bed and put his glasses on, staring up at his friend, who was covered in sweat and breathing heavily. Harry let out a surprised cry as the room's windows shattered into pieces and kicked away from the bed, discovering he slept with his cloak on. Ron approached, slowly, the windows and looked out of Sirius's room, retreating to his best friend, who saw horror etched onto his figure-
'Ron, what's wrong, what happened?' Harry asked in a hurry, being dragged by the one questioned out of the gold and red covered room. 'Tell me, why are you- what happened- wha--'
He stopped, gasping: The kitchen was covered in pieces of glass and several Aurors and people from the Order of the Phoenix nodded thankfully to Ron, who let go of Harry's cloak.
Then, everything in the room shattered into pieces, as the known ones to him stood up ... Death Eaters busted in, followed by the screams of Sirius's mother's portrait-
'Wha-'
Harry didn't manage to ask what was going, but clutched Ron's robes and dragged him backwards, then started throwing Stunning curses everywhere, not knowing if he hit enemies or friends. He saw, for a few seconds, Rookwood's face beneath the black cloak and swished his wand, the Stupefy spell hitting the Death Eater in his face.
'Harry, I was going to tell you- Kreacher betrayed us-' Ron yelled loudly, making Harry to stare at him.
'WHAT?' he shouted back, but was hit by a body-binding hex and he fell, losing conscience.

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Okay, e un fel de idee stupidă de a mea, dar comentaţi, vă rog. ._. Tot vreau să mai fac poveşti din acestea, pe engleză... E interesant.