They talked a lot that night, lying in two beds next to each other. He couldn't concentrate very well, and he was tired despite being out for a day, but this was his first time talking to someone closer to his age than his mother. This was the first time talking to someone at Hogwarts. From what he could remember, at least.

Harry talked about Hogwarts and what he'd forgotten about it. He told him about the houses.

"There's Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw."

"In which are you?"

"Gryffindor."

"And me?"

"Ravenclaw. But I still think you'd have been a good Gryffindor."

"Why?"

He heard about how he'd gone into the forbidden forest.

"I told you not to go. You did. Now, head injury. You should've listened."

"That's no fun."

"You see, Gryffindor. Too reckless for Ravenclaw."

He talked about the forest surrounding the farm.

"I live close to a forest. It was brilliant."

"You lived on a farm."

"Yep."

Then told the story of their newborn pups, his last memory.

"And you witnessed all the births?"

"Yep."

"Ew, gross."

Harry talked about the animals at Hogwarts and Hagrid.

"Hagrid, the gamekeeper, takes care of all sorts of animals. I'll introduce you. Maybe he'll let you witness more births."

"Ew."

Then their conversation strayed. They talked and talked about absolutely nothing at all until the sun had come up and the woman, Madame Pomfrey, came in to dismiss Harry.

"I'll see you around." Harry had said as a goodbye.

"Yeah. See you."

"You okay?"

"Yep."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"I'll come by tonight."

He smiled.

And so Harry came back that night. He had a book with him called Quidditch Through the Ages. "Professor Flitwick said you liked Quidditch."

He came by the night after as well. And nearly every other night he spent in the infirmary.

"Madame Pomfrey said I could start with homework." he said one time when Harry came by with his favorite apple scones.

"Brilliant."

"Yeah."

"What?"

"She said I should ask one of my friends to bring it to me."

"So?"

"I don't know who my friends are."

Harry frowned. "None of your friends came by?"

He shook his head, mouth filled with an apple scone. "I'm not sure if I have any." he said after swallowing the scone.

"I'll bring it then." Harry said. "And you have me as a friend."

He smiled.

One time Harry came by in the afternoon.

"Why are you so early?" he asked.

Harry shrugged.

He kept looking expectantly.

"Hermione and Ron were off doing... I don't know. I don't have anywhere else to be."

"What about Ginny?"

"She's mad at me."

"For what?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe you should talk to her."

"I'd rather let her cool down."

"What about Neville?"
"With Luna."

"Don't you have homework?"

"Yes."

"Well then make it."

"Do I have to?"

"Kind of."

"Maybe I should help you."

"Are you sure you can handle first year material?"

"Git."

Harry did help him with homework sometimes, but he still didn't think he'd ever catch up to where he was supposed to be. Homework was all he had to pass the days in the infirmary, but his brain just wouldn't cooperate. Everything took twice as long than before, and he had twice as much to make than his other classmates.

So that was how he spent his days. Being frustrated with homework and talking with Harry. It wasn't exciting, and he missed being able to move around. He'd lost count, but was still certain he'd been there for at least two weeks. He'd felt healthy enough to move around after the first week.

Then came the day that Harry entered the infirmary to see him nearly dressed in his uniform. Only his tie was missing. He held it in his hands.

"Hey." Harry said.

"Hi."

"Dismissed?"

He nodded.

"Nervous?"

"I don't remember how to tie a tie."

Harry laughed and proceeded to tie it for him. They walked to the great hall together.