Harry potter The Boy Who Remembers

6 June 1992, Hogwarts

For the hundredth time ever since she met him, Daphne Greengrass reevaluated her opinion on Harry Potter. However, if there was something she was certain of, it would be that he was unlike any other boy she had ever met. It was hard to explain it. He had this presence. Whenever he walked into a room, people noticed. Whenever he spoke, everyone listened. That's not even speaking of his frankly absurd skill in magic. Seriously, he tried to downplay it slightly, but it was like putting a small dam to hold an ocean. Magic was something instinctive. Downplaying it just was like downplaying a part of your own personality.

When she first met Potter, she didn't really think anything of him. He was just some quiet bookworm, that was probably destined to be in Ravenclaw. Sure, the Potter family was famous, well, mostly infamous because of the fire of Godric's Hollow, to which Harry was the only survivor, somehow. But as for the family itself, it wasn't really anything special. It was relatively old, not really impressive, especially considering Daphne's own roots to the druids during the time of Camelot. They were about as old as the Malfoy family, who became ennobled in France, just a couple of centuries before the statute of secrecy forced them to give away their titles.

The Potter family were mostly a family of relatively wealthy potion masters, that tended to grow the family fortune with their invention, up until the last few wars, of course. Charlus Potter had, for some reason, spent a significant amount of wealth in the war against Grindelwald. According to her grandmother's diary, who was a year younger than him in school, it was completely out of character for him. He was known as a calm and very business minded man, but he seemed desperate in stopping Grindelwald for some reason.

James Potter had followed in his father's footsteps and practically donated most of what remained of his fortune in the fight against the Dark Lord. By the end of it, there was probably not going to be a lot of wealth left. So, in summary, Harry Potter was relatively well off for the average wizard or witch, but not nearly as wealthy as any formerly noble house. He wasn't supposed to be remarkable; he wasn't supposed to be smart. He definitely wasn't supposed to have the oddest magical crest she had ever heard of.

No, he was supposed to be an average boy that was born into a progressive oriented family, that would go to either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. He wasn't supposed to go to Slytherin with her. He wasn't supposed to become one of her dearest friends. And yet, what was supposed to happen doesn't matter at all, what does is what actually happens.

And so, out of nowhere, they became friends. They just clicked. Tracy, Blaise, Daphne, and Harry just started by going to class together, and after a while, they just clicked. Hogwarts without Harry would just be wrong, something that he had experienced in the last few days.

Harry had gone to the Defense Against the Dark Arts practical exams. He was oddly jittery. Harry was always very confident during his exams. He aced them without a second's thought; he was a genius after all. Even if it was weird how Quirrell had decided to single him out for his practical exams, Daphne had chalked it up to the cowardly professor having forgotten about him or just wanted to assign him another test. Well, when Harry didn't return the following night, Daphne, Blaise, and Tracy went to their head of house and told him about their missing friend. The man had swept the castle and found Harry in the destroyed defence classroom, completely unconscious. The potion master ended up sending him to the infirmary, before running off the forbidden corridor for some reason.

No one had told her what had happened to Harry, nor why he was unconscious, only that he was in a magical coma for having strained his magical channels. Quirrell had disappeared, and Neville Longbottom was also in the infirmary for some reason.

No one would tell her anything. There were a few rumours that Weasley had spread, that Longbottom had fought Quirrell in the forbidden corridor for some reason, something about a Cerberus, deadly plants, and a giant chess match. But there was nothing about Harry at all. No one even noticed his disappearance, with the boy who lived being hospitalized as well. The ones that did notice, thought that Harry had duelled Longbottom for some reason, and they all ended up getting hurt. The close timings between the injuries weren't a coincidence. But for some reason, everyone kept talking about Longbottom's adventure in the Forbidden Corridor, nothing more.

They had been allowed to visit him. He was so pale, so peaceful. Daphne had never seen him like this. There was always this gleam of intelligence in his eyes. He was always either frowning while thinking about so spell or another, or he was slightly smiling when they all hung out together. Without them, he just looked wrong. Without Harry, Hogwarts felt wrong, empty in a way that she couldn't describe.

Oh, he wasn't perfect, not by a long shot. No, Harry was as flawed as they came. He was as socially dumb as he was a genius in matters of magic. He would always deny it, but he acted arrogantly sometimes, especially when it concerned his magical studies. He was so secretive and spent a lot of time alone. It had hurt her at first, thinking that he just didn't want to hang out with them, but after he started to put more time aside to spend with them, she understood that it was just his nature. He liked to spend time with his own company to destress, in a way. Although, she was curious about what he kept doing on his own. Sometimes she wanted to grab him by the throat and force him to tell her his secret. But no, this would spoil all the fun of figuring them out.

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