I awoke suddenly, from the sound of the portrait hole closing. Disregarding it, I looked around and noticed that the common room was quiet and the fire had burned down to it's embers. Ella was gone, sleeping on my bed I guessed. I seemed to be leaning on something warm that wasn't just the couch cushions. Looking up slightly I saw the shadow of Fred's face. To my right was George; it seemed he was resting his back against my legs.