Harry stopped, at first slightly peeved at meeting oppression, but then understanding her overwhelming need to care for others. Sighing, the boy mumbled a truce and trudged back to bed, allowing the nurse to fret over him like the sick child he appeared to be. If the nurse noticed anything different, she did not mention it and chose to wisely ignore it

Harry absentmindedly asked a few question, both the question and answer he forgot as soon as he asked. His mind was at work, spiraling, spinning; it was almost as if he could feel the nerves in his brain rewiring themselves. Not that it was painful; it was just an odd sensation. Suddenly, he was glad for the diversion in his visit to Dumbledore. He knew he had to plan their future conversation out carefully, in order to get real answers out of the slippery old man. Not that he had exactly shown dishonesty before, Harry just felt like someone with so much power may automatically belittle others on a subconscious level.

Harry heard the footsteps of the Headmaster approach his private rooms, and quickly tried his best to look as sick as possible. To see Harry so full of life would cause major suspicion from Dumbledore.

"Ah, Harry. Quite a scare, I must say. Do you have any thoughts as to your previous experience?" Dumbledore said, as he entered the pale teen's room immediately. Dumbledore did not need to be told anything by Harry, the new powers accumulating in Harry's form was building fast, causing almost a bubble of magic around him, like a slowly absorbing sponge. Dumbledore carefully approached the young man's bed, carefully testing if his magic would let him in. When it did, Albus silently let out a breath of relief, and sat down in the visiting chair next to Harry.

"Professor, I just know something is different. I had the strangest dream, though it was ridiculous nonsense..." Harry said, trying to make the dream sound interesting enough to peak the elder wizards fancy.

"Harry, within every dream is a grain of truth. Maybe sorting through a nonsensical dream will help you determine why you passed out?" Dumbledore said, failing at sounding concerned rather than intrigued. Harry knew he had Dumbledore in his clutches now.

"Well, professor, when it started I was in the Forbidden Forrest, right outside the castle. I think it might have been twilight, though I may be adding that for atmospheric effects. Anyways, in the Forrest there was this beautiful girl. She was blond, fair, tall, just… indescribable. I got the impression that I knew her from somewhere, though I don't know where. She told me her story, that she fell in love with an evil man, who took her soul to absorb her Veela powers, as she was an old school Veela, you know. Anyways, that's all I can remember. Crazy, isn't it?" Harry egged the professor on, trying to judge the skilled wizards thoughts.

"Indeed." Dumbledore said darkly, standing up, towering over the sick bed. The elder man tried to stifle a yawn, as he gathered his thoughts.

"Harry, my boy, I am sorry for my sudden departure, but I have to go check on Severus. He stocking up on potions for the school year, the mention of the Forbidden Forrest justly reminded me I left one off the list. Now, if you will excuse me." With a swish of his cloak, Dumbledore quickly left the room he was in. Although a skilled liar, Harry could tell that he was seeing about a potion for him. Which means he knows who the Veela girl was, the identity of the evil wizard, and the ending to the whole story. Impressed, yet disappointed with the elder man, Harry suddenly realized he hardly knew the powerful wizard at all.

"Harry! Oh, Harry! We were so worried!" The sorrow-filled voice of Hermione called out, as she rushed into the hospital room. She ran in, and kneeled by Harry's bed, grabbing a hold of the boy's hand. Timidly following was Ron, looking abashed at the whole situation. He carefully approached the dark haired boy, and sat in the chair next to Harry.

"Harry, mate, I'm so sorry. If I… I feel terrible. Awful, who knows how long…" Ron mumbled, staring at he tiled floors of the medical wing. Harry sighed empathetically, realizing how guilty Ron was feeling about o waking up sooner. Harry put his best acceptance grin on his face, and stared straight at the red-haired boy.

"Ron, its fine. I'm fine. There isn't even anything wrong with me. I was probably just dehydrated or something, not to worry. Trust me; I don't blame you for anything." Harry said, meeting the bleary-eyes of Ron, seeming to accept the other boy's acceptance. Hermione let go of Harry and leaned back into the red-heads leg, much to his surprise.

"Harry, do you know what your problem is? I've been looking over all the books I owned, trying to make connections where I know there are none, trying to be the knowledgeable person who have come to know me as. But I have nothing. Nothing in any of my books explains what happened to you." Hermione said tearfully, hugging onto Ron's legs, while he ran his hand through her hair.

Harry was legitimately confused. Ron's apology, that he had expected. But not such a heartfelt talk with Hermione, or the sudden affection between the two. Of course, as anyone with eyes could see, they were in love with each other, neither of them realizing it. It would take a fool to ignore how perfect they were for each other.

Harry knew something was wrong, he just didn't know how much.

(AN: The first part wrote itself, but then I ran out of things to say, and had to add the last part, otherwise the chapter would have been even more ridiculously short. As you have probably noticed, I'm shifting Harry's attitude, though only slightly. So if he seems a little out of character, which was intentional. Everything else will be explained, though the next update might take me awhile. Feel free to check out my other stories :D)