Harry potter The Boy Who Remembers

Daphne had even discovered one of his secrets; he was muggle-raised. She was kinda proud of that one, to be honest. Harry had done a good job at keeping it under wraps. He was obviously knowledgeable about the magical world, but that could just be him being smart enough to not show any sign of ignorance. But yeah, there were a few muggle terms here and there, and he almost never spoke of his guardians. It took a few months, and Daphne had concluded about the fact that as a Half-Blood, he was as likely to be raised by his mother's muggle family as to be raised in a wizarding home.

She felt strangely closer to him when she realized that. With every piece of the puzzle that she discovered, she liked him more and more.

Even now, as she stayed in the infirmary, with a nice book in her hands, Daphne kept thinking of him. Blaise had stopped going after three days, he wouldn't wake up. Tracy stopped coming after a week. But not Daphne. She would stay at his side until he woke up. Well, she would have, if it wasn't for the evil Madam Pomfrey that only allowed her to come for an hour a day. It was originally just fifteen minutes, but Daphne had worn down the evil Matron. Still, according to her, he had woken up a few days earlier when the headmaster was visiting. They spoke for a few minutes where Harry recounted his side of whatever happened, and then the Potter scion fell asleep once more. And they still wouldn't tell her anything…

Longbottom had woken up a couple of days back and came back completely fine. Apparently, Harry's condition was far more severe than the boy who lived. It was almost the end of the year feast, and Harry still hadn't woken up. They were leaving the castle in a few days and Daphne dreaded leaving the castle without making sure he was alright. She had never known anyone who had been in the hospital wing after the school year. Would he be transferred to Saint Mungo's where she could still visit him? Or would he stay in the castle alone, under Madam Pomfrey's care?

Daphne's frankly depressing thoughts were interrupted when she heard a soft hooting and looked up from the book with a slight smile, "He's really taking his time, isn't he, Hedwig?"

The owl bobbed her head. She really was as remarkably intelligent as the owner. She had somehow been able to sneakily visit her owner and would not let him leave her sight. That is until the evil Madam Pomfrey kept trying to hex her. Apparently, 'pets weren't allowed in her infirmary'. Still, whenever she was chased away, she snuck back in hours later. For some reason, the wards in the hospital wing just wouldn't stop her. The matron had given up after a few days and a tentative peace between the witch and the owl was made. Hedwig would not make a ruckus, and Madam Pomfrey would not try to hex her.

The snowy owl was often her only companion whenever she visited her friend, and she curled up next to her whenever she was there. Hedwig hooted softly in answer and jumped towards her owner. She gave him a gentle peck on the forehead.

Daphne didn't know why she chose this moment to do it when she hasn't touched Harry ever since he was in the hospital wing. Her doubts were immediately shattered when Harry started to frown and mumbled, "Stop it, Hedwig."

She practically leapt from her seat and enveloped Harry in a hug, "HARRY! You're awake!"

The black-haired boy frowned, "Of course, I'm awake, why wouldn't I be awake?"

"You were hurt remember?"

"Oh yeah, Quirrell attacked me. I think I talked to Dumbledore somewhere in the middle of it."

"Wait a minute, go back to the part where you got attacked!" Daphne shrieked.

"Well, I went to the exam, and everything was normal and then he declared himself to be some kind of dark wizard, that he was going to take over the world and all that stuff…"

Wait, what? Daphne was baffled. She must have heard it wrong, because Quirrell, a dark wizard? That was just insane. She thought he was some cowardly thief that wanted to steal something from the forbidden corridor, not a full-blown evil wizard.

"Quirrell?" she repeated, wanting to make sure that he wasn't joking.

Well, he started explaining one of the single most outlandish stories she had ever heard. Apparently, Quirrell was the one drinking unicorn blood and had attacked him before when he also ended up in the hospital wing. Harry for some reason chose not to tell anyone about the fact that he obviously figured out who attacked him in the first place. Quirrell then decided for some reason to make Harry his apprentice? Or maybe he wanted Harru to be his servant? Harry had said no, and then they fought, Harry lost, and he was hit with a spell that forced his body to expel all of the magic inside at once, and then some, which was why he was in a coma. Apparently, the man tried to steal something from the forbidden corridor and ended up being stopped by Longbottom.

Daphne really wished she could grab that turban wearing freak and strangle him to death. Still, she chose not to think too much about it, especially considering the fact that she was just overjoyed that Harry was back. She was going to grill him on this later.

After a few gruelling tests by the matron, Harry was cleared to leave and go to the feast a few days later. Even if Dumbledore was biased enough to give Gryffindor almost two hundred points because Longbottom and his lackeys decided to break the rules and still go to the forbidden corridor. But that didn't really matter to Daphne. Harry was back, and that was enough for her.

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