A/N Hello!!! Third chapter… It's going quite quickly isn't it?!? Thanks to reviewers:

Fallen2008: Thank you! Thanks for reading! Hehe!

LunaParvulus: Hehe thanks. And I like to try and update fast, thanks for reading!

Mrs Suzy Black: Yes, I like to make Ginny a little bitchy… You'll see why she's so weird later. I don't like her much. I've never thought she was a good match for Harry, even before I started reading and writing slash lol!

.J.e.n.n.a.7.: Lol well you'll have to wait and see. It's right down there… lol! Hmm, you may not like the Ginny she turns into later in the story, but this is just how I write her hehe!

Slashfan69: Aww thank you so much for your comment. I love that you come back to read my new fics even after I've just finished one – it's a sign of a good audience/reviewer type person lol! Hmm, I won't say too much about what you said about Draco, in fact, I won't say anything at all!! But keep reading and you'll find out!! (Albeit not till near the end… lol!)

StarDreamer1269: Hmm, your ideas are good about what Ginny's going to do, but she's not that horrible – yet…

A Flash of White

Harry watched her, waiting for her to start talking, but she didn't. It was like she was doing exactly the same thing: watching him, waiting for him to start talking. But Harry had nothing to say to her. Not in a mean way, of course, but the fact that he didn't know her at all didn't help the awkward situation in which he was sitting in the middle.

"I, erm…" Harry jolted as Ginny finally started to talk; he'd almost forgotten she was there. "I… I want you to know that I love you," Harry tried not to make it too obvious that he cringed, "And I want things to be as normal as possible but…" She suddenly let out an angry sort of growl, "Can you not remember me at all?"

Harry shook his head firmly, "No…"

She sighed. "You must recognise me?"

He shook his head again.

"Harry you were with me every second of every day!" Ginny yelled, "How can you not remember me?"

Harry shrank back, but then decided he may as well argue; he had nothing more to loose did he?

"Well I was with Ron and Hermione for nine months and I can't remember them either!" He shouted.

The door to the room burst open and Ron came striding in, grabbed Ginny's arm and yelled right into her face. "Get out, Ginny!"

Ginny stared at her brother, wide eyed, for a moment and then breathed in deeply, turning back to Harry.

"Sorry, I won't be…" She started calmly.

"Out, Ginny!" Ron shouted again.

"Ron…" Harry saw Hermione standing in the doorway.

Ron looked at her for a second and then released Ginny. "Harry," He said as he walked away, "Just call me if she gets on your nerves."

Ginny started talking again before Ron had even left the room.

"I'm sorry," She whispered. "It's just frustrating; having the love of your life not know you…" Harry cringed again, obviously this time, but Ginny watched him and carried on. "But don't worry, I'll spend loads of time with you while you're here, and you'll remember me again soon enough. The Healers said thing will come back eventually."

Ginny finished speaking with a smile, but it was quickly wiped off her face when Harry asked, "Healers?"

"They're like… doctairians, or whatever the Muggles call them…" She answered slowly.

"Doctors?" Harry asked.

Ginny was distracted; evidently by the fact that Harry didn't know what a 'Healer' was. It seemed to trouble her that he didn't know the simplest things, let alone her.

"I don't know what they're called…" She replied. And then suddenly, out of no where, "I've got to go. I'll come back later and we'll talk about things – to help you remember. Bye Harry…"

And suddenly she was right above him, leaning in, pursing her lips…

Harry flinched back quickly and stared at her. Tears appeared quickly in her eyes as she said, "I was just… bye…"

And with that she was out of the room.

Harry shuddered at the thought of someone kissing him as Ron and Hermione came back into the room. He supposed he felt sorry for her; having a fiancé and then having a fiancé that didn't remember you can't have been the best thing in the world, but that was just it: Harry didn't remember her, and he didn't like girls like that! It hadn't even been twenty-four hours, but Harry knew that Ginny would have to wait until his mental age got older to be able to get close to him, even if his physical self was twenty years old…

He shuddered again. Even the thought was repulsing.

Two weeks passed since Harry had first woken up from his coma. Things were finally starting to settle around him; in the way that he was much better friends with Ron and Hermione now, and Ginny was being much nicer to him. However, no memories or recollections of the past came back to him whatsoever. Every night he went to sleep, he thought about the fact that he was twenty years old, hoping that in doing so he would dream about the past nine years, but nothing ever happened. All he could ever see in his dreams were those same grey eyes, and now a haunting silhouette of a person in front of that same, bright light. He asked Ron and Hermione what they thought it meant, but they had no idea and kept telling him to try and forget about it.

And so he did. Every morning he'd wake up and think about it for a little while until Ron and Hermione brought some people to see him (all of whom he couldn't remember), and then he'd forget about it until he fell back to sleep that night.

Aside from the strange image haunting his dreams for the past two weeks, Harry had also been 'learning' about all the people in his life. Ron and Hermione regularly bought pictures (that moved!) of people that were once close to Harry. The pictures that shocked him most were those of his parents. Never before in his life (his eleven years of it what he could remember) had he ever seen a picture of his parents. It was scary how much he looked like his dad. Back when he was eleven they weren't that similar, but since Harry had looked in a mirror and seen his twenty year old self, he saw that he and his father were almost doubles. And Hermione told him that every person who had been close to, or even known Lily, his mother, would always tell Harry that he 'had his mothers' eyes'.

Harry loved hearing about people who cared for him, especially his parents, and his godfather, Sirius. And he was surprised to hear that his old headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, cared for him in the last year of his life more than anyone ever had – almost. Harry was always saddened to hear of their deaths, not that he actually knew them, but because it meant less caring. He supposed that was quite selfish, but he couldn't help feeling that way. However, he did feel sorry for them when he thought about the way that each was brutally murdered; his parents by Voldemort, Sirius by one of Voldemort's insane followers, and Dumbledore the same. What shocked him even more about Dumbledore's death was that he had asked Severus Snape to do it. Of course, apparently the trio hadn't learnt that until a year after it happened, and after Snape's death.

This conversation generally led to a different one altogether, in which Ron and Hermione would explain to Harry about the prophecy he was in, and the nine months they spent together trying to find fragments of Voldemort's soul called Horcruxes. Harry was shocked beyond belief that he could have done all the things Ron and Hermione told him, especially in school. In his first year, he apparently came face to face with Voldemort on the back of a teachers head when he was trying to steal something called the Philosopher's stone, which prolonged life. Then in his second year, he unknowingly destroyed one of the Horcruxes all by himself – this was after killing a giant Basilisk. In third year, he had the opportunity to kill the man that betrayed his parents, but (as Hermione put it) he was the bigger man, and saved him – which coincidently led to the same man not being able to kill Harry four years later. In fourth year, he came face to face with Voldemort again, after seeing a friend of his die right before his eyes, and fought his way back to his school. However, Harry had come to hate the story about his fifth year, when he led five of his friends almost to their deaths and his godfather actually came to die because of Harry's stupidity. It was only his sixth year at Hogwarts that Harry didn't know the details of. He knew about all the Horcruxes, his private lessons with Dumbledore – which subsequently led to his death as well – but he didn't really know what happened after Dumbledore died, all he knew was that a few months later he, Ron and Hermione did not go back to school, and instead went to search for the Horcruxes.

Harry often sat in deep thought about all the things he had done, and it came as no surprise to him anymore that he was famous. And yet, Hermione told him that whenever anyone asked him about these things, he was incredibly modest, and paid great tribute to Ron and Hermione for the help they gave him.

Harry sighed after another hour of thinking of all these things one morning in the second week of March. Sometimes, like this morning, he hated thinking of them, for the simple fact that he couldn't remember them, and he wished he could.

A light knock came on the door and Harry jumped slightly. No one ever came to visit him this early.

The door opened and Hermione walked in, a bright smile on her face as she sat down in a chair next to Harry's bed.

"Good morning," She said happily.

"Hi," Harry replied, "What are you doing here so early?"

Hermione shrugged, "I just woke up early, so I thought I'd come and see you. Besides, it's not that early," She smiled again. Harry just smiled dumbly back. "But anyway, I've got some great news! I was just talking to Anna outside, and she says she thinks you're fine to go for a walk with me today!"

Harry smiled excitedly. Although it had been two weeks since he had woken up, he had not yet gone for a proper walk. His legs had not been working quite as well as anyone had hoped, even when the Healers gave him potions and things to try and help. He had walked around his room a couple of times, with help, but never out of his room. It was driving him mad; all he could remember was his eleventh birthday, but not even who was there or who told him he was a wizard, and then the next thing he knew, he was stuck in a room on his own for two weeks.

"When?" He asked, "Can we go now?"

Hermione looked taken aback. "Well, erm… I suppose so…"

"Great," Harry said, and he pushed himself to the end of the bed and hung his legs over the side.

"Wait," Hermione stopped him, "You might want a gown or something… To keep you warm. It's cold out there…"

She ran to the door and walked out of it in search of a dressing down. But Harry didn't really care. He took a few deep breaths, and then slowly pushed himself off the bed.

He wobbled as he stood, but held onto the table next to him and stayed standing. He took another breath in, and moved his right leg forward, moving the left leg straight after to meet it. He then let go of the table and stood still, waiting for Hermione to come back.

"Harry!" She gasped when she came back into the room and saw him standing two feet away from the bed. "That's great… But I think you should hold onto my arm…"

"Yeah, I will," Harry replied.

He moved slowly, for fear of losing his balance and falling over, and took her arm.

She looked up at him then, and Harry down at her. He smiled, slightly bemused at the face she was making. Tears filled her eyes and her smile faltered as she swallowed. Harry's smile disappeared and he went to take his hand off her arm, but before he did, Hermione's hand had covered his own.

"It'll come back to you, Harry," She whispered, "I know it will."

Harry looked back at her, "I hope so…" He said.

Then Hermione shook and sniffed, followed by a brand new smile. "Come on then, we'll go as slowly as you want…"

Hermione led him to the door of the room, which she had left open, but stopped just before they walked out.

"Wait," She said. "You might get a few looks from people, or people you don't know might talk to you, but just ignore them, ok?"

Harry nodded. He had expected as much. If he was as famous as Ron and Hermione had been telling him, he would get lots of odd looks from people out in the corridor of this hospital, not a few.

Hermione nodded in response and they walked on. Harry was quite surprised to see that there was no one in this particular corridor with strange growths or different coloured skin, since Ron had explained (graphically) some of the illnesses you can come down with when being a witch or wizard.

They walked on for about ten minutes, going around the same corridor many times, and Harry steadily got quicker on his feet. He stumbled every now and then and heard gasps all around him, he was surprised to realise that people had merely been doing a good job of hiding their staring.

"Can we go back now, please?" Harry asked quietly after his fourth stumble, "My legs are a little tired…"

Hermione smiled, "Of course, your room's just over there…"

That's when it happened. Harry saw him, standing not five metres away, dressed in white, talking so someone in a wheelchair.

Harry fell back and hit the floor so quickly that Hermione had no chance of holding him upright, but he didn't care; he needed to sit down. All the feeling from his legs had vanished, and he couldn't see clearly anyway. Flashing images were filling his mind: white-blonde hair, just like on that man standing over there, a pointed face with a smirk upon it, and grey eyes. Those grey eyes that pierced his dreams every night were standing before him.

"Harry!" Hermione yelled somewhere in the distance. "Someone help!"

Harry tried to ignore her; he knew he was so close to remembering where he had seen that face before and why it was in his dreams so often…

But then hands were on his shoulders, and Harry's eyes focused to see the face right before him, trying to help him up.

He stared into the eyes for a few seconds more before realising that people still thought he was unconscious and saying, "It's ok, I'm fine…"

The hands let go of him, and Hermione then helped him up.

"He shouldn't have been out of bed this long…" The blonde said sternly to her.

"And how do you know how long he's been out of bed?" Hermione snapped back.

"I've seen you walking around!" The blonde replied angrily, "He's used far too much energy already today…"

"He's fine! Didn't you hear him?" Hermione shouted.

"I'm a Healer, Granger; I know what I'm talking about…" The man suddenly whispered vehemently to her.

"And I know my friend," She whispered back, "Now, if you don't mind I'm going to get him back to bed."

And with that, Hermione put her arm around Harry and started to march off. She was muttering things under her breath, but Harry paid little attention. He turned his head as far as he could and looked at the blonde man once again. He was watching Harry walk away, and caught his eye again. Harry tried hard to see the image in his mind again, but he couldn't – he only had eyes for the blonde standing there. Harry watched as the blonde's expression turned into one of contemplating something. He then lowered his eyes and turned his head quickly to the crowd that was watching Harry leave, telling them to move off.

Harry took a deep breath. "Hermione?" He said.

It was two hours after Harry and Hermione had gone for a walk, and when they had gotten back to the room, Harry knew that he shouldn't talk about what had happened, sensing that it was a sticky situation. But now Hermione had calmed down, he had to know more about that blonde Healer.

"Yes?" Hermione answered quickly.

"Who – who was that man earlier?" He asked tentatively, "That Healer?"

Hermione's face turned to stone, and Harry wished that he hadn't said anything at all until she answered stiffly, "That was Draco Malfoy."

Harry didn't care about her thick tone of voice, he wanted to hear more. "Do you know him then? Who is he?"

"Hmm," Hermione replied distractedly, "He was sin our year at school. He was in Slytherin."

Harry was taken back slightly. Ron and Hermione had told him all about the houses at Hogwarts, and he knew which one was the evil one…

"Slytherin? But he's a healer!" He said.

"Yes; he's a…" Hermione mimed apostrophes around her next words, "'reformed character'."

"How do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Well, he likes to think and tell people that he's a good person now. All because he didn't fight on either side during the final battle," Hermione answered, tutting afterwards.

Harry sat in quiet thought for a moment, feeling that Hermione would need to calm down slightly before she answered any more questions about the blonde, Draco Malfoy.

"Why don't you like him?" Harry asked quietly a few minutes later.

He jumped in his bed, however, when Hermione suddenly shouted back at him, "Harry, drop it! Who cares about Malfoy? He's not one of our friends!"

The door opened two seconds later and Ron walked in.

"Erm, Hermione…" He said. Hermione let out an exasperated growl as she turned in her seat. "That muggle thing has, erm… had a slight hiccup…"

Hermione stood up quickly, "Which muggle thing?" She said angrily.

"The one that washes dishes…" Ron answered sheepishly.

Hermione growled again and grabbed her cloak from the chair she had vacated. "What have you done?" She turned to look at Harry before leaving the room. "I'm sorry Harry, we'll be back later!"

And they left, leaving Harry with an amused smile on his face. He didn't know that wizards didn't use normal muggle appliances such as dishwashers; but he'd guessed that now…

However, his thoughts quickly moved back to Draco Malfoy. So, he had been a Slytherin, and fought on neither side during the final battle. What did that mean? Was he evil or good? And even more so, why was he in Harry's dreams every night if he was evil?

Harry pondered this thought for a while longer after Hermione left, and came to the conclusion that if she did not like him, and he was a Slytherin, then perhaps Harry should just ignore and forget about him as well. But why, then, was Harry getting more anxious every time someone walked past his door, hoping it would be him? Why had Draco looked at him the way he had when Harry was walking back? And why did Harry feel as though, out of all the people he had met in the past two weeks, out of Ron and Hermione – his two best friends – there was a connection between him and this Draco Malfoy that was larger than anything? And he'd never even spoken to him…

Harry changed his mind. He planned to change that.

A/N I almost forgot to put an author's note down here lol woops! But yesh… thanks for reading and please please review… I write quicker when I have more reviewers you know… Tehe!