Oh, are you awake now?

Jasper froze in the process of carefully rubbing his eye. He swept his gaze across the room again. Nothing had changed from when he first awoke. A small boy dressed in green shorts and a green jacket was curled up at the bottom of the bed he was tucked into, a woman with revealing clothes and blue hair was sprawled in an uncomfortable looking position in a blue chair. The walls were an off-white, easily reflecting the moonlight from outside and helping view everything else.

The bed he was in was large, the blankets soft, and the wires attached to his person hurt when he tugged on them. It had been a moment of frozen panic, his heart rabbiting in his ears and reflected by an increase in loud beeps, before he'd noticed no one had been aware he was awake as they were unconscious. The only two occupants of the room didn't feel dangerous and it was enough for him to calm and try to take in everything else. And then-

Yes. You heard me. Do you know who I am?

He shivered. No one was awake but him so who-? His heart rate kicked up again, the annoying beeping machine besides his bed matching it.

I'll take that as a no. Because, of course not. Why would it ever be easy?

"Jasper?" The green kid had shifted, untucking his face from his arms, peering at him curiously with dark bleary eyes. "Are you ok?"

The boy knew his name. He knew his name and used it as if they were close. Were they close? He tried grasping at something- anything- but there was nothing. Who was the boy? The woman? Why was he here attached to these wires and strange machines?

"Hey. You don't have to be scared. I can answer any questions you have."

He swallowed harshly, grimacing at the burn that followed. Trying to speak only elicited a painful gurgling sound followed by a coughing fit. A few moments later, a cup of water was pushed into his hands and he gratefully took it. It helped immensely in pushing out his next words. "Who are you?" Unfortunately that was all he could get out before his throat felt like it swelled shut. He sipped the water furiously trying to relieve the feeling.

Controlling his breathing and sipping the water eventually did the trick. The boy in front of him was now sitting cross-legged waiting patiently. When he noticed Jasper looking, a bright grin grew on his lips and Jasper blinked at it. It seemed vaguely familiar and comforting.

How disconcerting.

"Are you feeling better now?"

"... Yea."

"Awesome! My name is Gon and we're friends!"

And Gon proceeded to sit there and regale him with a very long adventurous story about how they met at the Hunter Exams and how they ended up here.

"So… what put me in the.. Um, hospital?" His eyes flickered around the room trying to take it in again. He'd never seen a hospital but he vaguely remembered they were supposed to be places of healing? Where did he even remember that from?

For the first time since he'd awoken Gon's countenance drooped into something less bright, something that edged upon grim. The bright amber eyes shadowed over into muddy brown and his shoulder slumped as his lips tugged downwards into a small frown. It made Jasper swallow nervously. Seeing someone so bright suddenly droop like this was… he wanted to call it sad but it came across as more frightening. Like there was a dark presence shrouding the normal sunshine.

It's called anger.

Jasper yipped in surprise, jumping on the spot as he swiveled his head around. Once again, there was no one else around. Gon blinked at him, suddenly more himself again as he cocked his head in confusion.

"Jas?"

"You… You didn't hear that?"

Of course he didn't. I'm in your head, genius.

"No?"

In his head?

Yup.

Why did he have someone in his head!?

Oh, here comes the hysterics. Lovely.

"Jas?"

"Gon… Gon there's a voice talking to me," he whispered quietly. His eyes were wide and his hands trembled in his lap as he sat stock still. He wasn't sure if he wanted to try to flee or not. Considering it was in his head, would that even be possible? How does one run from one's own head?

His self-proclaimed friend blinked at him and cocked his head in the other direction with pursed lips. "Is it being mean?"

Jasper shook his head then paused and squinted a bit. It hadn't been mean per se but-

"Then what is it saying?"

"That it's a voice in my head?"

You're so descriptive, kid.

"Shut up!" He jerked at the loudness of his own voice ringing across the room. Gon was watching him with large curious eyes and the woman was still thankfully asleep. Wait… was her breathing different? Was he seeing things?

"Jas…"

A warm calloused hand settled on top of his own and he turned his attention back to the other boy. There was no judgement there, no hostility. It made his chest ease, his muscles relaxing enough that he actually slumped forward, his forehead thwacking into Gon's shoulder. "Is this normal for me, Gon?"

"I don't think so."

I told you before that there'd be no barrier. It's your fault I'm here.

He let out a hysterical giggle. "Now, he's saying it's my fault he's in my head."

Gon shifted forward enough so he'd be able to support Jasper's weight better, slipping muscled arms around his shoulder blades. Jasper burrowed into the sudden warmth only just now realizing that he'd been cold.

"Does he say why he's your head?"

"Well no…"

"You could ask him!"

Right. Ask the random voice that's in his head why he's there.

Why not? Wouldn't hurt, would it?

Sure. Why are you in my head, random voice?

Because you asked me to be.

"That wasn't helpful at all," he muttered petulantly. Gon laughing turned into pleasant vibrations throughout the other boy's body and he relished the contact. There was just something inherently safe about Gon and being this close to him was extremely pleasant and relaxing.

"Have you asked him his name yet?"

"No. Should I?"

Another laugh. "Aunt Mito says introducing yourself and asking someone's name is polite."

Your friend is right. It is polite, Jasper. And my name is Harry.

He jolted, not just at the fact that Harry was reacting to Gon, meaning he could hear him, but also at the fact that he knew that name! He knew Harry! He didn't know how, but there was a soul deep feeling that he knew the voice, that the voice had been around for a while. He couldn't remember anything but just hearing the name felt like slotting a missing piece into

"I know you," he whispered reverently. "I know you."

You do.

There was something lighter in the voice now. Jasper could probably call it relief but that didn't seem quite accurate. Unfortunately, he didn't have another word for it, so relief it was. That relief took away much of the bite that had been in Harry's previous words.

"You know the voice," Gon asked, interrupting Jasper's train of thought.

With excitement filling his limbs, he pushed himself away from Gon just enough that he could see the boy's face. With noses almost touching Jasper started speaking with a happy grin on his face. "I do know him! Harry has always been with me!" He leaned forward to knock their foreheads together gleefully before pulling back with a laugh. "Gon- Gon I feel like I'm whole again!"

Gon, having taken everything in stride, started laughing as well. "That's amazing, Jas! Hello, Harry. I'm Gon!"

I know, Harry responded dryly. He's a weird one but he's good for you Jasper, so give him my thanks.

Jasper immediately flushed in embarrassment. He was really glad Harry was in his head because Gon didn't need to hear that!

Are you sure? That would probably make your friend really happy. And if you don't want to tell him, I could.

That horrifying thought immediately made him burst out with, "You can do what!?"

Gon started shaking under his hands before he threw his head back to let out a guffaw. Jasper startled, glancing at the lady but she'd yet to move. "Your expressions were really funny! What did he say?"

"He just said hello, that's all."

"Aw, c'mon Jasper! You turned bright red. What else did he say?"

Yes, Jasper, Harry whispered slyly. What did I say?

"Harry said he can tell you," Jasper squeaked after a moment of trying and failing to figure out what to say.

Gon paused, mouth still slightly open. "He can?"

"Well… he says he can?"

You just need to give me permission.

"Er… you have my permission?" He realized only after blurting it out that he'd basically given Harry leave to tell Gon exactly what he'd been trying to avoid. "Wait-"

And suddenly Jasper felt as if he was yanked backwards. It was the strangest feeling, as if a cord had tied a hook in his belly and tore him back through an ocean of water. Everything was muffled and dark, blurring around him. It stopped just as violently as it started and he was left feeling hollow and wobbly. He almost didn't feel real, like if he moved wrong he would completely disappear.

When he gained a little bit of control over his faculties he noticed that he was in a place that was extremely familiar. It was dim here, with layers upon layers of darkening shadows twisting around him. The only light came from a multitude of fractals shimmering like stars in the space around him. They blinked at him, winking in and out of existence over and over but not in a distracting way, more of a… welcome?

Jasper wasn't exactly sure what to think of this soothing comfort that seemed to wrap around him. He knew and did not know this place which was just weird. Exactly like Harry actually.

Wait. This was Harry's space!

And now that he wasn't quite so disoriented he could hear something. It sounded very much like Gon's voice. There was a pause, then a response in a voice that sounded similar to Harry but slightly more higher pitched. The accent was the same though.

"Harry," he called warily, trying to look around for the teen.

One moment, Jasper. The voice in here was the deeper version he was used to and it rebounded in the space ringing directly through his skin and bones. The sensation wasn't painful but it was very… different. It wasn't just the words he had heard but it was almost like… he could taste the intention behind them? Harry wanted him to wait. Both the strange taste and the words confirmed this.

Gon's voice rang out again and this time he could actually make out individual words instead of the base humming drone. They were… talking about eyes?

Thank you for this chance, Jasper. You should come back out for now. We can speak more about this later, if you'd like. For now, spend time with your friend.

Not even a moment later that hook was back and he was yanked forward. He blinked rapidly, the feeling of being back was strange. His body felt heavy and… fleshy.

"Oh! Hi Jas!"

He blinked again and stared at Gon for a moment trying to figure out how his voice worked. It came out raspier than he was used to. "H-Hello. That was… strange."

"Oh? What did it feel like for you?" Now that he was settled a bit more he noticed that he was leaning back against his pillows on the headboard now instead of sitting up by himself. His own legs were crossed under the blanket and his knees were snug against Gon's own as the boy propped his elbows on his knees and sat his chin upon his laced hands. His face was warm and bright again and it made Jasper's chest feel heated in a pleasant way.

"Like I was and wasn't there? Like… I was a ghost or something," he tried to explain haltingly. How did one explain that they'd felt, all at once, that they were everywhere and nowhere? That their voice was not actually a voice but more intention and thought brought to life around you? That the shadowy place he'd been in, he hadn't truly seen with his eyes but experienced with his whole being? "I heard you guys talking, I think but I was so turned around that I missed most of it.

That feeling should fade with practice, Harry hummed, sounding much more content than anytime he'd heard him previous.

At the same time, Gon straightened and said, "Harry said that he's happy we're friends! And then I asked about your eyes because when he came out they both glowed for a moment, then they turned green and it was really cool!"

"My eyes turned green," he asked dumbly. Though, he shouldn't have. Harry's eyes were green. He didn't know how he knew this considering he'd never actually seen Harry, but he did.

Gon nodded vigorously. "And they glowed! Sort of like Kurapika's!"

"Kurapika's eyes glow? That's… the blonde one you told me about? Blondie?"

"Yup! But his eyes glow red. And yours were much brighter. You guys both have pretty eyes, though," he said rather bluntly.

Jasper blinked in surprised affront. "I'm not pretty!"

"Your eyes are!"

"Shut up!"

Gon laughed again.

Eventually they must have fallen asleep after chatting more about their adventures and Gon's promise to be his friend (Harry had only spoken once more, content to listen apparently) because Jasper woke up to the sun hitting his eyes. He woke up-

And remembered everything from last night.

Okay. Maybe not every detail! But… He remembered Gon and the story of the Hunter Exam. He remembered Harry and swapping places briefly. He remembered the blue haired lady, who wasn't actually on the chair anymore.

It's just-

He remembered. It wasn't like smoke that he was desperately trying to grasp anymore. His memories were solid, real! Maybe slightly fuzzy but compared to nothing- That was- How?

Because the barrier is gone.

Jasper startled, almost flinging himself off the side of the bed to hide. Or possibly get to a more defensible position. He wasn't exactly sure because Harry burst into laughter that rang happily in his head, which was enough of a distraction that his half formed panic immediately faded.

Smooth. You're going to have to get used to me, you know.

"Maybe if you didn't chime in out of nowhere," he muttered grumpily, righting himself and disentangling his legs from the blanket. He tossed it away and pushed himself fully up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. The room looked different in the moonlight. Here in the sun, the walls were more of a golden color and he could actually see the tiled floor now. The blue chair was still by the side of the bed but there was no one else in the room with him. Unfortunately, the annoying beeping machine was still chirping next to him and he was tempted to kick it.

"You mean that whatever was separating us was messing up my memories?"

Yes and no.

Jasper scowled. "What does that mean?"

It was a contributing factor to the continuous loss.

"You mean that other stuff kept my memories from me?"

Yes and no.

"That's not helpful, Harry," he hissed, digging his fingers into the bedsheets.

It's not supposed to be. You're not ready to hear the rest, Jasper. Trust me.

"If you know you should tell me! I can handle it!"

No! You'll rip your mind to shreds again!

"I-" He paused, shoulders slumping in disbelief. His gaze was blankly staring at the door. What did Harry mean?

Please, Jasper, trust me on this. You aren't ready. I- I know what it's like to have information withheld from you. It's not a good feeling. I know. But… I honestly don't think you're ready. Just enjoy your friends and look for your family.

"Our," Jasper breathed out slowly, bitterness lacing his tongue. Harry sounded strained and morose.

What?

"Our family," he repeated dully.

Harry was quiet for a moment. There was a short sigh- more a huff of air than anything- and he finally spoke again. Someone is coming. Chin up, kid.

"How do you-"

He didn't even get to finish his question before the door opened and a stranger walked in, propping it open with a brown wedge. She was a short woman with brown hair cropped close to her head. A large white coat was thrown over her shoulders, falling all the way to the back of her knees. Under that was a blue shirt tucked into blue pants with white socks and purple sneakers.

He blinked at her, slowly standing off the bed to give himself more room to move around in case he needed to defend himself. She didn't look armed but one could never know. The wires still attached would impede him some but they could also be used just like his garotte if he did it right.

The lady glanced up from the papers she was holding and looked him over. "Sit down before you fall over," she commanded brusquely, walking further into the room. He shifted his feet and bent his knees.

"Hey!"

The loud voice from outside the room startled him but only made the lady tsk. Seconds later the blue haired lady, looking much different with her hair up in five distinct buns (that looked really familiar) and not falling over her shoulders, charged into the room. "What did I say about being alone with him! What did she say to you kid?"

"Wha-" He never even got to speak before their voices ran right over his squeaky question.

"Must you?"

"Yes, I must! You leeches keep trying to steal him from me!"

The white coat lady had a rather obvious tick on her jaw as she ground her teeth. "It's not like you leave him alone at any point in time. You're the one acting like some possessive leech!"

"Because you and your buddies want to steal him for his nen!"

"First of all, they aren't my buddies! Second- Do you understand the significance of how powerful he could be for the medical community!? What he could do with actual training-"

Jasper watched them devolve into a verbal fight with a heavy dose of uncertainty stilling him. The white coat lady looked pretty harmless but blue hair… She had some rather defined muscles that flexed and shifted with her every movement. They were all the more obvious due to her lack of clothing. Little denim shorts and a bra with a see through shirt that didn't even cover her bellybutton hid absolutely nothing. Jasper was pretty wary of someone who had muscles like that and wasn't afraid to display them.

He felt that if he moved at all it would attract their attention and he really wanted to avoid that. Blue hair had been in his room last night but Gon hadn't seemed to think much of her so he hadn't either. Now? Here alone- well, sort of but the other adult was a threat too- with her, it was a little different. He had nothing but himself and maybe some of the items in the room at his disposal if he needed to defend himself.

Still… standing here like a coward wasn't doing him any good. He inched back slowly, pausing every second to see if they'd turn to him. Nope. They just kept going on about who he'd go with. Which was stupid of them. Obviously he was going with Gon.

He had two options of escape. One was the window, which was closed and possibly locked. He hadn't had time to examine it so it was his least viable option. Unless he broke through it which probably wasn't a great idea either. The other option was the large door behind the arguing duo. It was open but there was the obstacle of two very loud, probably very strong, adult females. Best case scenario was him being able to overpower them but that wasn't likely to happen considering he was barely over half their size. Second best case scenario would be to surprise and overcome. That he could definitely do. Jasper had long learned how to become an ambush predator.

His calf bounced against the bed and he paused again. With a quick rallying breath, he wrapped the wires in his hands so they wouldn't rip out and injure himself unnecessarily. Then he threw himself over the bed to the other side.

The wires tightened in his hands and there was an almighty crash as the beeping machine toppled over after smacking into the bed. There were loud exclamations of surprise and he took a moment to rip the plastic away from his skin. One of them hurt really bad but he wiggled it enough that it snapped out along with a steady stream of blood. Still better than being tied down with enemies in the room.

As he waited for them to approach so he could spring his attack and get away, there was just silence.

Then, "Sorry, kid. We scared you, huh?"

"I suppose we made a mistake. Tsk. This is going to be such a hassle to clean up."

"Are you serious right now?"

The second voice- coat lady he was sure- just scoffed. "This equipment costs a fortune and it's scattered in pieces on the floor!"

"Argh! This is why you're so annoying!"

"Hey! What are you- Get your hands off-"

The door slammed closed and left Jasper in silence. He almost couldn't believe what had just happened for a moment. With one hand clutching the other to stem the blood, he peeked over the bed to find the room empty.

Well, that just happened.

Jasper yelped. "Harry! Stop that!"

But you make it funny.

"That's not- You-! Argh!"

And now you sound like Miss Blue Hair.

"Shut up!"

There were a few moments of grumbling at Harry before he finally pushed himself up to check on the window. Better to have an escape route planned now that he was alone. He probably wasn't in danger considering this was supposed to be a place of healing and the blue haired lady had been around last night… but that didn't mean he couldn't have contingencies in place.

It's better to have something than nothing. A hard lesson learned.

He felt like there was a story to that considering how morose the voice in his head sounded. Jasper didn't respond, though. Instead, he studied the window, finding the little latches in the corners and popping them open. Then he hefted the window open enough that he should be able to squeeze through with little effort. It would look to others like he just needed fresh air.

The only reason he wasn't fleeing was because Gon was still probably around and he wanted to see his promised friend. Last night was fraught but also relaxing enough for him to be content in his current situation. So, he'd stick around. If Gon didn't show up soon Jasper might have to go looking for him, though.

Thankfully, that was never more than a passing thought as his friend arrived a minute later with three more people in tow.

"Miss Menchi said you were awake again," Gon crowed, bursting through the door. He was wearing the same outfit as last night but his hair was neater and spiked backwards instead of sleep tousled. The grin on his face was just as warm and welcoming as before which made Jasper's chest flutter with happiness.

Behind him was a middle aged looking man dressed in fancy pants and a white pressed button-up shirt that was untucked and had the sleeves rolled up to the elbow. The man took one glance at him, saw his still bleeding hand, and let out a strangled noise. The blonde next to him- ah, these must be Blondie and Doctor Drab as he'd dubbed them- was wearing a blue funky looking piece of cloth that fell over his back and front covering the white shirt and pants underneath it. The decorations on it were slightly eye-catching. The blonde let out a sigh and stepped lightly over the broken and scattered (blissfully silent) beeping machine to set a tray of food on the bed. Then the older teen reached down and yanked up a folding table that was apparently attached to the bed. He settled it so it would go where Jasper's lap would have been if he'd still been in the bed.

Then he looked directly at Jasper with a raised brow and asked, "Well, are you going to eat?"

He huffed and plopped himself in the bed. He looked at what was on the plate- an assortment of colorful looking fruit, a bowl of watery looking porridge, and two peeled eggs sitting next to a slice of white meat. It was food. Good food by the looks of it but he wasn't hungry.

When he looked up he met three gazes- expectant, patient, and excited- which made him sigh and reach for the meat. Meat was good for energy. He ate it methodically, grimacing at the mush it became in his mouth before swallowing. Then he plucked up a few berries. The same result.

"Does it not taste okay," Blondie questioned from his spot against the wall by the door. Jasper hadn't even noticed him moving there, so focused was he on the weird textures in his mouth.

"Menchi made it up especially for you," Gon exclaimed with a small frown. "She'd be sad if it didn't taste good."

"Taste? Er… it's all the… same?"

Logically he knew what taste meant. He also knew that technically the flavor was supposed to burst across his tongue because it did when he was younger. Now, though? Nothing. It was just… something in his mouth.

Doctor Drab let out a sound that was akin to a wounded animal as he crossed his arms, shoulders hunching, and dropped his chin to his chest. "She was afraid of that."

Now he was just confused. "Of what?"

Doctor Drab straightened himself out again- arms still crossed- and sighed through his nose. "Lemme just," He paused, eyes closing as a furrow appeared between his brows. When his brown eyes reopened they almost shimmered with heavy emotion, enough so that Jasper couldn't pick any specific one out. "Lemme just lay stuff out for you. Gon said he told you about the Hunter Exams. It started-"

"I remember what Gon said," he cut in impatiently.

Everyone was taken aback by that.

"You remember?" It was cautious and slow, disbelieving.

"Yes."

"Jas that's great! Do you think your memory will come back," Gon eagerly asked, plopping on the bed and scooting closer.

He hesitated before shaking his head. "My past is… still a mystery. Mostly. But… everything from last night I remember. I don't know if I'll remember anything," Because Harry was being selfish and holding those memories. Even if they hurt, they were still his, dammit. "But from now on I shouldn't forget anything else?"

He hoped.

That earned him a happy tackle from Gon, which almost sent the food flying. Doctor Drab yelped and salvaged the tray while Blondie snatched the airborne porridge bowl. It splattered a little over his sleeve and the face he made at it made him burst into laughter as he turned to bury his face into Gon's neck.

Everything settled a few minutes later and he was coaxed into eating a few more bites before Doctor Drab continued. "Right. Well, good to know we don't have to repeat anything." He scratched a hand through his hair and adjusted his glasses while clearing his throat. "Gon didn't tell you what happened with Killua, right?"

"No…?" Gon's eyes did that same thing as last night where they dimmed into a mud brown. His face was expressionless and it was very unnerving. "We got… distracted."

"By Harry," Kurapika hummed. It didn't sound like a question but he nodded anyway. "Would he be willing to talk to us?"

I guess I could.

This time he was sort of expecting it because Harry had been mentioned by name, so he didn't jump. "He said he would. But I want to hear about Killua first. He hasn't been here at all from what I've seen. What happened?"

Silence.

He pursed his lips but before he could say anything, it was Harry who cut him off.

He almost killed us, Jasper.

"What!?"

I.. don't think it was by his own will. It almost looked like an Imperius Curse…

His brain was stuck on almost being killed by someone he sort of got along with. Supposedly. Maybe Gon had been exaggerating?

"Harry just told you, didn't he?"

He turned wide eyed to Gon.

"Wait- You weren't exaggerating when you said there was another person in his body and they could talk?" Doctor Drab sounded like a dying animal again and it was enough to shake Jasper from his shock.

"Why would I?"

Jasper tuned everyone out, turning the information in his head over and over again. With basically nothing to go on, he only had the information given to him. What did he know? Gon said Killua was his friend too. Harry said Killua wasn't acting of his own will. That likely meant Killua was still his friend? But that didn't negate the fact that he almost killed him. Somehow. He didn't feel particularly hurt. In fact, he felt perfectly fine. So, he technically didn't have a big opinion besides being surprised. Now that he was thinking about it, he was just curious instead of angry or truly upset.

With that somewhat figured out, he lifted his head (when had he dropped it?) to look at the others. Blondie was still against the wall. Doctor Drab was pacing by the foot of the bed and Gon was watching him blankly.

With a deep breath he started, "I don't know what happened and I- I don't know if I ever really will but, um… I'm assuming he left because he hurt me?"

"Yes," Blondie intoned quietly.

Gon jumped in next. "We're going to go get him back! If you saw how his brother treated him- It wasn't very brotherly. And you should come with us so he knows you're okay."

He blinked, accepting the few berries that Gon had just scooped up and handed him. He plopped them in his mouth, chewed, and answered. "Sounds like fun."

"That's it?" Doctor Drab sounded incredulous.

At the same time Gon let out a loud cheer and tackled him again. This time they went rolling off the bed. The whole scene prompted a round of scolding that only made Gon and Jasper stick out their tongues at the older boys.

"You're seriously just going to go and see him? No questions asked?"

Well, Doctor Drab was pushy about this. He supposed he should explain his reasoning. "I'd like to ask more questions but honestly, from the little I've heard I want to see him anyway. Gon says he's my friend. And Harry thinks he wasn't in control when it happened. I don't remember what happened so I can't really… work up the emotional attachment to the situation you all seem to have?" He finished uncertainly watching Doctor Drab the most. Blondie had only closed his eyes with a nod, but the brunette was staring at him with a large frown on his face.

Finally he just rubbed his hand over his face knocking his glasses askew. "Alright Jasper. We're leaving in three hours apparently. I think we need to sit down and chat about…. A lot really but for now. Finish your food."

He frowned at the bowl in Blondie's hand that was waved in his general direction. Then narrowed his eyes at Doctor Drab. "You're not my dad."

"C'mon Jas! You have to eat to get stronger," Gon chirped from beside him.

"Okay."

"Just like that!? You little brat!"

Jasper's lips twitched higher.

AN: Phew! A slightly longer chapter for ya'll to enjoy! As always I appreciate your thoughts and comments if you wanna lay 'em on me!

Q&A: Tetractys- *Happy dance*

Krixlight- Yes! Harry finally shows his face! And yes~ Jasper's memory does get better from this point. As for Harry... his fading was partially because of the exorcism but not completely. It was also by his own choice. I hope this chapter sufficiently answered the rest of your questions!

Drakality- As you can see, Jasper didn't exactly hide Harry lol. The groups' reactions vary, especially as this is after they've had a little time to process. But considering I didn't put in their original reactions, I'll do it here:
Leorio: "I'm sorry. What!?"
Kurapika: That... is very strange. I've never heard of something like that."
Menchi: "Great. So, he's clinically insane... Whatever. Not the worst I've come across."
Netero: (Who was definitely eavesdropping) "Ohoho! How interesting!"

Bluepeony0- Definitely dual personality. Much as Harry would have liked to just hand over the reigns, Jasper said no. So, now there's two of them.