A/N Thanks to reviewers:

SlashFan69: Hehe, I know how you feel about Ginny. I always write her to be a complete bitch but in the actual books I don't dislike her… Strange. But if you promise to review each chapter then I'll see what I can do hehe!

Mrs Suzy Black: Oh no, I never write Ron as a nasty character. I always like to highlight that Ron and Harry are the best of friends. I'm afraid I can't answer your question. You must guess. Hehe!

StarDreamer1269: Oh I'm working on a play called Ask for the Moon. I actually don't know who its by which is really bad haha! But its quite a good play. I perform it for my exam next week so I'm really sorry if I don't update for a long while. And you're right – Ginny needs a slap.

LunaParvulus: Tehe thank you very much! And thanks for reviewing!

Umeko-rin: Yeah, I don't know what it is but I always write Ginny like that. Oh well, people like it so I'll keep it that way haha!

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Silence

The next few days were extremely awkward in Harry's room at St Mungo's hospital. Ginny had arrived unexpectedly the day after Harry's outburst of magic to apologise to him. Harry very much expected that Ron or Hermione had put her up to it, since she only looked him in the eyes about once for the whole two hours that she was there. However, since then she had been fine with him. But since then, she had only been with him when Ron and Hermione were there as well.

And with regards those two, they were worse than Ginny. It seemed that Hermione clearly thought about everything she said before she said it. Harry noticed many times that she opened her mouth and closed it again very quickly, thinking that he had not seen; she looked quite like a fish. Whereas Ron didn't say much at all. But for some strange reason, he found this very comforting, and refreshing. On the rare occasions when Ron did speak, however, it was to tell Harry about certain things that he'd asked about from the previous nine years. Ron always answered because Ginny – in a sudden change of attitude – never wanted to talk about it anymore, and tears always appeared in Hermione's eyes when something about the three of them was mentioned.

All of this upset Harry quite a lot. No one knew how alone he felt; and just because of his 'mental age' no one wanted to talk to him anymore. And to make everything worse; Harry had not seen or heard anything from Draco Malfoy.

It had been three days since Harry had told Draco about his dreams, and he had scared him off. He knew it. He should never have opened his mouth. He should have waited until he got to know Draco better before telling him that he was the only person he could remember form the past nine years of his life. It was, after all, a pretty heavy weight to put on someone. However, Harry still had a tiny slither of hope: he had not actually been given a new Healer since he had seen Draco. Only a nurse came in to check on him every now and then, not a new Healer. So hopefully Draco hadn't run that far away…

"Harry…"

Harry's head jerked upwards. It was getting darker in the room. Harry hadn't realised he'd been silently thinking about Draco for so long. Perhaps it was slightly obsessive…

"We're going to head off now, is that ok?" Hermione said quietly as she and Ron stood up.

Harry nodded.

"We'll see you tomorrow," She said, trying a smile, "We can go in the garden for a walk if you like…"

"Maybe," Harry replied.

Hermione's expression faded. "Goodnight, then…"

"Night, Harry," Ron mumbled as they left the room.

Once again, Harry was left alone. He hated being alone at night, in this strange place where everyone knew him, and yet, no one really knew him at all.

He sighed as he took one last look out of the window and stood up from the chair he was in. He had been walking for the past few days whenever Hermione had asked him to, but mainly it was to see if Draco was actually in the building at all. Every time he went walking – and got better at it again – Draco was no where to be seen.

Harry made his way to the bed in the centre of the room and laid down. Ron and Hermione usually left around this time of evening, but Harry got so much sleep that he never needed to go to sleep early. Therefore he picked up one of the books that Hermione had brought him and began to read from where he had left off. This one was a book about Horcruxes. Harry had understood what Ron and Hermione had told him about them, but he had wanted to know more detail. So after many days of persuasion, Hermione had snuck them into the Hospital.

Harry read for a long time that evening. About how you must feel when killing a person for a part of your soul to rip out of you… He shuddered many times at the thought of it, and yelped quietly when the door to his room suddenly opened and closed opposite him.

The room was so dark that Harry couldn't tell who it was, so he pointed his bedside lamp towards the door and almost dropped it at the sight.

"Good evening," Draco said quietly, walking towards the chair next to Harry's bed.

Harry was still holding the lamp from shock, and Draco took it from him and put it back on the table.

"How are you?" Draco asked.

"I – erm…" Harry really didn't know what to say. "Where have you –"

"Sorry," Draco interrupted, "I've been away. I should have told you. But I thought you were well enough just to see a nurse for a few days…"

"But, what I told you…" Harry said quietly.

"Yes, I've had time to think about that." Draco's voice was certain, unwavering; it made Harry more nervous than he should really have been. "And I have no idea why you think you see me in your dreams. Has it happened while I've been away?"

Harry nodded slowly.

Draco paused for a moment before answering. "I don't know why… But I suppose we'll discover the reason eventually. How have you been? Your nurse tells me that she thinks you've been a bit off sorts."

Harry lowered his head. Suddenly he didn't feel nervous anymore, but he didn't say anything.

"Is there anything you'd like to talk about?" Draco asked quietly after a minute.

"I haven't freaked you out?" Harry asked.

Draco smiled. "You said I'm the only one you feel comfortable with; is that still the case?"

Harry sighed. "Everything's… Well, I don't know if it's different or not, do I? But I can tell it's different. No one will talk to me properly. I know that I can't remember them, and I know I don't think like a twenty year old man, but that doesn't mean they have to treat me like a child, does it?"

"What have they done?" Draco asked.

"It was Ginny, she…" Harry felt his face burn, "She tried to kiss me…"

Draco made that expression on his face that Harry had never seen before again; that smirk. "Did you not like it?"

Harry tried not to frown but he couldn't help it. "It was horrible…"

Draco laughed. "Then what happened?" He asked.

"She shouted at me," Harry answered, "She really yelled. Saying I didn't know anything about magic or relationships…"

"That's not your fault though," Draco said sympathetically. "Those Weasel's have always been horrible people. I never understood what anyone saw in them. Muggle-lovers; the lot of them."

"I'm sorry?" Harry said, his mind now completely off what had happened the other day.

"Nothing," Draco replied, quickly moving on; "Your magic will come back eventually, you just need to be taught that again."

Harry raised an eyebrow on Draco's dismissal of what he had said, but forgot about it anyway. "I actually used magic the other day apparently…"

"You did?"

"Yes, when Ginny was on my bed… There was a pop and then she was on the floor. Apparently I'd pushed her off with magic. Hexed her or something…"

"Good for you!" Draco smiled.

"So, will my magic just come back?" Harry asked.

"No, you'll have to be taught how to use a wand again," Draco answered. "But if I'm right then hopefully that should all help to bring some of your memories back."

"Will I have to go back to Hogwarts?"

"No. It's all there in your head, Potter, you just need to get someone to help bring it back out of you."

Harry lowered his head. He didn't want to spend more time with anyone that he didn't know. There was only one person that he would ask for help from, and he knew that he probably wouldn't give it. Draco, however, obviously thought otherwise.

"I'll help you," He said at Harry's saddened expression.

Harry looked up, his eyes wide. "What?"

"I'll help you learn magic, Potter, do you not have ears?" But Draco was smiling.

"Are – are you sure?" Harry asked.

"Well, do you really want the people who don't understand you to teach you?" Harry shook his head. "Good. We'll start in the morning then, shall we? I've got the morning off work," He added at Harry's questionable look.

He then stood up and walked off towards the door but he stopped before leaving the room.

"I'm sorry you've felt lonely while I've been away," He said. "I appreciate that you can confide in me like you just did, as well. It means a lot to me. I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight."

And then he was gone. Harry was so shocked at what had happened that he didn't really move until about five minutes later. And when he did try to get to sleep he was too excited. He was going to learn magic tomorrow. With someone that understood him and how he felt and wouldn't call him a child – even though in his head he was one really.

When Harry finally fell asleep, his dreams were filled with images of white-blonde light, sticks that he supposed were wands and two people, talking.

"Now, you may get a strange feeling wash over you when you hold it," Draco said the next morning, "Then again, you might not. But I don't suppose you will have changed, really. All you've done is go back in time, you haven't changed enough to need a wand with different properties."

Harry and Draco were sat in the small garden part of St. Mungo's hospital. It was a sunny morning, and Harry had initially been surprised at the strength of the sun upon going outside, but then realised that he hadn't actually left this building for over two months. It was still relatively early, so only a few visitors were outside with their ill relatives. It took a while for them all to stop staring at Harry; it was only when Draco stood up and told them all that he was a Healer did they turn away – he seemed to have that impact on a lot of people for some reason; the way that no one really wanted to talk to him. Harry, however, thought quite the opposite. He couldn't get enough of what Draco was telling him that morning, about the differences between hexes and jinxes, charms and normal spells. And now he was to finally hold his wand. He'd been out here for at least and hour and a half and he hadn't yet held the thing that made him a wizard.

Harry nodded at what Draco told him and took the thin piece of wood from his hand.

The moment he held it firmly in his own hand, he felt a surge of something run through him. Something that felt like excitement, nerves and, strangely enough, power, all rolled into one. It was suddenly as if this piece of wood was connected to his hand, his arm, his entire body. And a thought whispered in Harry's ear 'How could I have lived without my wand?'

"You feel anything?" Draco asked suddenly. Harry had quite forgotten he was there.

"Yes…" There were no other words that Harry could mutter out, but a stupid smile appeared on his face.

"Well, that's good," Draco smiled back, "It means you can remember."

"I think I can…" Harry mumbled, still staring at his wand.

"Well then perhaps you won't need much teaching," Draco said cheerfully.

Harry lowered his wand and slackened his grip, "You don't have to teach me if you don't want to, you know," He said.

"I didn't mean it like that," Draco replied quickly, "I just think it would be nicer for you if you didn't have to have someone teaching you these things at twenty years old…"

Harry paused before saying, "It doesn't really make a difference to me though, does it."

Draco opened his mouth to speak but then closed it again. It was obvious that Harry had made him feel awkward, just like he did with Hermione. But with Draco it was different. Harry didn't want to yell at him if he felt awkward; for some reason, he wanted to apologise.

"So," Draco said after a few moments silence, "Which is your favourite subject? Well, from what you have heard of them?"

"I don't know…" Harry pondered, "I suppose it would be Defence Against the Dark Arts, wouldn't it? Seeing as I'm an Auror."

Draco's face turned a strange colour that Harry had never seen on skin before. "Yes, you were always quite good at that at Hogwarts…" He said in a drawling sort of voice which Harry didn't like.

Harry smiled and opened his mouth to speak, but Draco jumped in before him; "You've learnt fast, Potter! I thought you'd forgotten that nasty little sneer you had!"

"What?" Harry asked, his face now clear of all expression except confusion.

"You sneered a lot in school," Draco answered in a bored voice, "To me, mostly."

"Well, I was probably just copying you," Harry backfired, "You smirk a lot more than I 'sneer'."

The two smiled at each other for a moment and a strange sensation ran through Harry. It suddenly felt as if Draco was the first person to smile at him since he had woken from his coma more than two weeks earlier. He knew that Ron, Hermione and occasionally Ginny smiled at him, and so had all the people they brought with them to 'meet' him. But no smile had hit Harry as hard as this one. It was for the same reason. It was that connection they had, doing something again. The same feeling rushed through him as when he saw Draco in his dreams. The feeling telling him that he had to learn everything from Draco, and no one else.

"So, back to magic," Draco said suddenly, "I think I'll teach you how to disarm first – that was always your favourite. It almost got you killed quite a few times I think…"

"Killed?" Harry repeated quickly.

"Potter, your near death experiences have probably made you more famous than you would have been had you just killed Voldemort outright – you've had so many of them, so don't be surprised," Draco said. "Now, disarming…"

"Harry!"

Harry and Draco turned their heads quickly towards the door back into the hospital and saw Hermione running towards them. Harry heard a loud tut come from beside him and saw from the corner of his eye Draco shaking his head slightly.

"Harry!" Hermione repeated when she reached him, not even acknowledging that Draco was right next to him. "What are you doing out here? You'll freeze!"

"It's not cold…" Harry started but Hermione wouldn't let him finish. She took his wrist and went to pull him up, but Draco got up and stood in between them.

"Get out of the way, Malfoy," Hermione said distractedly.

"Forgotten your manners, have you, Granger?" Draco spat. Hermione said nothing but tried to push past him again. "Have you thought that Potter may not want to go with you?"

Hermione looked at Draco and then at Harry. "Oh, come on Harry, its cold, you're ill!"

"He's not actually ill, Granger," Draco spat again, "And he's not a child either; he doesn't have to do what you tell him!"

Harry chest suddenly felt warmer. Finally, someone had acknowledged that he was not a child – even if he thought he still was sometimes – and the person who happened to notice it was Draco.

"Harry please," Hermione begged, "Why are you out here with him anyway?"

"He's going to teach me magic again," Harry replied simply.

This however, was evidently not what Hermione wanted to hear. "Oh no he's not!"

"Why?"

"Because…" Hermione faltered, "Well, if you're friends with him then I'll let him tell you."

"Tell him what?" Draco snapped. "That I practised Dark magic at Hogwarts?" Pause. "That's not true, Granger; is it?"

Hermione stared at him, but her face was not rigid as Harry had thought it would be. She dropped his wrist finally and said quietly, "I'll see you in your room, then," And she left.

Draco took a deep breath and sat back down, but then got almost straight back up again. "You may as well go after her, Potter; I've got to start work in fifteen minutes."

As Harry stood up, he thought it best not to mention what had just happened, he'd have to find out what it was all about the next time the spoke properly, since he knew Hermione wouldn't talk about it. He guessed that they had just had their differences in school as well, but since Hermione hadn't lost her memory, she simply couldn't start afresh with Draco like Harry could.

"Thank you for giving me my wand back," Harry said as they walked through the door back into the building together.

"It's fine," Draco replied. "I'll let you keep it, since I'm you're Healer and I believe you are in a stable condition enough not to go around killing people. Just don't try any magic with it, ok?"

"I won't," Harry said honestly, "Holding it is enough for me for now."

The two smiled at each other once more and walked off in different directions. Harry had a dumb smile on his face all the way back to his room, where Hermione was sitting at the window with Ron standing behind her. They both stared at him. He had clearly walked in on a private conversation. That, or a conversation that he was not supposed to hear.

A/N Hiya, hope this chapter is ok. I think it's mildly better than the previous one. I know Hermione is rather OOC at the moment, but it's the circumstances and things. My Hermione is usually over the top! Thanks for reading. The next chapter may take a long time to go up because I have a drama production for an exam next week and then I'm going on a trip to Poland for four days. But hopefully I shall have a chapter for you before then… I'll try anyway!!!