Glenn Sparrow

by AlwaysAddicted

He cherished their friendship for it was the only one he ever made. He'd never wished for it. Never needed it, before. But now that he had it, he finally understood what it was like to feel human. Why it was worth it. Now that he had it, he didn't want to let it go. Or: Harry returns to Hogwarts and forms a unique friendship with a first year Ravenclaw boy.

4. Chapter 4

An older boy in the adjacent bed noticed him. "You're awake."

He slowly nodded.

"You've been out for a whole day."

"Where am I?"

The boy frowned. "You're in the infirmary," he said, "at Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts?"

"You don't remember Hogwarts?"

He didn't answer, but the boy understood. "Wait a moment." He left and returned with an older woman, who took out a stick and pointed it at him.

"What are you doing?" He sat up. Immediately the world started spinning. A hand on his shoulder steadied him.

"His head injury is a bit worse than I'd expected." the woman said after a moment of silence. When the dizziness stopped, the stick was gone. The hand on his shoulder was as well.

"What does that mean?" the boy said.

"He'll be fine, but I don't want to interfere when he'll heal on his own. This is a bit more delicate than a broken bone."

"And his memories?"

"Will return over time. I'll inform professor Flitwick."

The woman left.

"What's the last thing you remember?" the boy asked.

"The birth of the new pups at our farm."

"Do you remember your eleventh birthday?"

He nodded.

"So you remember magic?"

Slowly, he nodded. "Yes. A professor came. I'm a wizard."

The boy smiled.

He looked at him and the scar on his head which was badly hidden by a pluck of black hair. "Are you?"

"Yes."