Disclaimer: He's a lumberjack and he's okay, he sleeps all night and he works all day! Oh, and I'm afraid JK Rowling owns the HP Universe.
Remembering.
I learnt that the two people I had spoken to were called Ron and Hermione, and that they were my best friends. I didn't dispute this, as I really had no notion of who I was or what the things that happened around me meant. People came in and out of the room I was in, that I had learnt was called the hospital wing, all of the time. Many of them came to visit me, I was quite sure I couldn't have known that many people in my old life. According to Ron and Hermione I was rather well known throughout the land, and my streams of visitors weren't close friends, but just well wishers that wanted to check if I was getting better.
There were some that came to see me more often than the others: Ron and Hermione, obviously; a man that introduced himself as my godfather, Sirius; and someone whose visits were very furtive and remarkable mainly for their brevity, who only ever came when the others were not present, who called himself Draco and begged me not to mention him to the other people.
I spoke to people at great length, eager to learn from them who I was and why I was so well known. I was rather impressed with what I learnt, and could see why hordes of people were coming to me, but utterly daunted. I seemed to be this perfect creature of the light, who could handle any troubles without so much as fluttering an eyelid. I didn't know how I could face all that was expected of me. Everyone I spoke to was convinced I'd re-assume my mantle of goodness without any troubles, and I'd go back to fighting the person I learnt was my adversary, Lord Voldemort, and of course I would defeat him. The world, thanks to me, would be a better place, and I would be universally praised and thanked. Everyone mentioned Voldemort in connection to me, I was constantly faced with suggestions that I was to defeat him as soon as I possibly could, and nobody seemed to even consider that I might feel otherwise.
I felt suffocated by their joyful adulation of me. I couldn't move without someone checking if I was healthy, I had been able to get up and walk around days ago, but stayed in the hospital wing as I didn't feel quite comfortable anywhere else. I stayed, in the midst of an uneasy, heavy happiness, as I didn't know what else I could do.
Amongst the still steady stream of visits, there was one regular comer that I began to look forward to seeing. The quiet, secretive boy with the blond shock of hair that kept creeping back to my bedside just to talk. His visits were always quiet and could happen at any time. The thing I enjoyed most about them was that we never talked about how I was the famous Harry Potter, and how I was to be the one to defeat Voldemort, but we talked about normal things, building up conversation based on nothing, as two people that have never met before and are building a friendship often do. In fact, if the conversation ever did drift towards a similar subject, he or I would gently guide it away.
I got to know Ron and Hermione better during this period, and if I am perfectly frank I must admit I found their characters unsavoury. They didn't think of anyone but themselves, and were very angry when disturbed by one of the endless stream of visitors that still came to see me. I had accepted the visitors and always tried to be warm to them, as their visit was an act of kindness and I was simply repaying it. Ron, and certainly Hermione, shooed them away angrily and rudely. This served no purpose as they paid no real attention to me, and once the disturbance had gone just went back to lots of cuddling and kissing and basically ignoring me. I was rather bored by their frequent visits, and found myself wishing they would end, and that Draco would be there more often if they did was just further incentive.
On one of the few times I was alone was night, and often I lay thinking about recent events, and wondering about how I had coped with all my responsibility before my memory loss. I was doing this when I presently heard voices at the other end of the wing. They were lowered, but the wing was deathly quiet and the sound carried to me easily.
I heard the man that had been introduced to me as Professor Dumbledore speaking quietly. He was muttering
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, this draught will give him his previous memory back, but I am loath to use it as at any time the dose may wear out, and he will be liable to more memory loss."
Draco cursed and angrily slammed his hand against the wall.
"You mean there's nothing you can do to cure him, nothing at all?"
"Severus is working tirelessly to restore him to his previous state, but so far this is all he has come up with. Needless to say he will eventually be cured, and as this is not that difficult a problem, I'd imagine quite soon"
I heard Draco sigh, and then I heard them begin to walk towards my bed. I quickly closed my eyes and slowed my breathing in order to feign sleep.
Draco lay his hand on my shoulder and gently began to shake me, whispering my name. I opened my eyes very slowly and gradually, and looked blearily at Dumbledore and Draco.
"Harry, we have a Potion for you to restore your memory"
I managed to look surprised.
"Really? Can, can I take it now? It would be nice to finally remember..." and added a convincing sigh.
Dumbledore smiled kindly at me,
"Yes you may Harry. I shall go and fetch Madame Pomfrey to administer the Potion"
Dumbledore walked out and I turned to Draco.
"Will I forget everything I've learnt since I lost my memory? Because, I don't want to forget you, I've really enjoyed talking to you and just being friends with you..."
Draco looked taken aback at this statement. Then he smiled, his smile was the sort of thing that I could tell was very rare. I'd only ever seen a smirk on his face before, but this lit his face up completely.
"No, you'll be able to remember." He softly told me.
Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey bustled over to my bedside and handed me a cup full of an iridescent purple liquid. I gulped it down, and it tasted of sugared violets.
All of a sudden the room began to whirl and I fell backwards onto my pillow unable to remain awake for a moment longer.
A/N: Sorry it's so short :(