Harry sighed as the room came into focus. He could make out the smell of something minty and yet sickening. His head was banging and his muscles ached. He sat up and panicked.

" Its alright dear. You're quite safe here."

He looked across the way at an old woman sitting in a bed.

" Is this..."

" St Mungo's...Yes the one and only."

" Why am I here " asked Harry. " I'm not ill. I dont remember..."

" Well its a good thing that you are here , if you dont remember " said the old Woman.

" I'm Flora , Flora Whittaker. I used to work here as a healer years ago , when I was as fit and agile as you my dear. I guess after fourty years , I have earned my right to a bed wouldnt you agree" she let out a hearty laugh to which Harry smiled.

" I'm Harry Potter." Harry waited for the woman to gasp or point or be cautious , but she didn't even speak.

" I wont pry into your business dear. As far as I'm concerned , your name Bubbles Bubblton."

Harry smiled for the first time , he really felt normal not to have someone fawn over him because of his name.

" Thank you Mrs Wittaker. You have no idea how good it feels to be ...just someone."

" Oh call me Flora. Mrs Wittaker sounds too...boring , you make me feel old " she laughed again and clutched her hair.

Harry smiled and lay back in his bed. He hoped that if he ever got to her age. He would be just like her in attitude , happy with the world and care free.

Mrs Wittaker smiled as her husband and Son arrived with flowers and chocolates to her. " Oh Preston " she said to her husband. " You make me feel like a twenty year old." Her son blushed as Harry looked over.

Mrs Weasley hurried over to Harry and sat by his bedside.

" You're alive , bless you Harry."

" Thank you Mrs Weasley " said Harry.

" What happened to me?"

" Well Remus found you down at the lake and you were very wet and muddy. Apparently you fainted. The healer said it was brought on by stress , lack of food. I didn't notice you werent eating and the fact that you were soaked to the skin in the lake."

" When can I come home...I mean back to the..."

" The Burrow is your home Harry " said Mrs Weasley. " It will always be home."