A/N: Hey! Welcome to my new story. I know you think I already have three going and I haven't been great at updating them lately but I have important announcements to make.

Unfortunately, I wasn't getting a great audience for 'Reaching Limits' so i decided to discontinue it. I may restart it after I rethink the plot.

I've been working on this for a couple months now, and I think it will break my heart if it ends up like Reaching Limits did. But, I have a good feeling about this story. To Make Life More Complicated will be updated soon and so will As Time Flies By. They will be updated sometime after I'm out of school.

But, anyway, welcome to Recovery, a story of love and determination. Join Harry through a chaotic year. Enjoy!

I walk into St. Mungo's completely oblivious to the people staring at me; over these past few weeks, I've started to get used to the new uproar that now had my name in all the headlines. Of course, I've seemed to be in many headlines since the war, but none of the stories have struck the public like this one.

"Harry Potter Reunited With Lost Love!"

"Harry Potter and His M.I.A Girlfriend Together Again!"

"Chosen One's Chosen One back from the dead!"

I roll my eyes at the words that the Daily Prophet calls news. They made it seem like a dream come true, when really it's a nightmare. The press, the healers, the public, and my boss are all up to my neck with questions, asking me what to do about the current situation, when really I haven't even gotten the chance to have it be properly sunken in yet.

I walk into the elevator, that is almost identical to the ones in the Ministry, and push the button labeled, 'Level C.' Yes; that's right, the mental rehabilitation level of St. Mungo's. This level has been my life since the second I entered the hospital twenty-three days ago.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Potter, here for lunch, again?" One of the healers, Madame Richard, asks as she pulls out my visitors pass. They've started to expect me in the mornings, at lunchtime, and at night when I visit here to see how everything is going.

"Yes, I am. Has she eaten yet?" I ask. The healer smiles at me and shakes her head.

"Follow me, Mr. Potter."

I follow the frumpy, old woman like I have been since the fifteenth of July. I know where I'm going, but I let the old healer lead me anyway. She stops in front of the door with my girl—well where her name is. I would call her my girlfriend but right now we're at a stand still since the healers have given her potions that cause her not to remember me.

"Alright, you have one hour, then I have to give her the medication." The healer says before opening the door.

I guess I should probably backtrack for you. It's a bit of an odd spot to start the story at. I guess I should start way back, about a year ago, when everything I knew started to slowly crumble in my hands…