Harry's POV
"Now, Now, Severus, you need to escort Mr. Malfoy to the Hospital Wing," Dumbledore chastised as he came up to the group. He looked over the assembled students and merely peered over his glasses at them and they all dispersed. Many grumbled, but a great few were whispered about the latest gossip on the new Harry.
The boy in question just looked blankly at the ones who were staring as they moved past him. He honestly didn't care what they were saying. Though, he really wished they found something new to talk about. It was getting tedious listening to it all.
However, he really didn't like when they stared, that was just plain rude, and he felt like they were all judging him, and they didn't have the right. He thought that over in his head for a moment and realized that it just didn't make sense, so he shrugged it all off and paid attention what was happening.
"Come, Mr. Malfoy, let us see about your injury," Snape said as he guided his student away, thankful to be gone. He still fretted over where Potter had gotten his information. He thought it was well buried, and then he realized that the boy must be in touch with Black. Blast that man to the deepest pits of Hell.
How dare he tell Potter anything. His memories were his own and the last thing he wanted was the brat to know anything about him. No matter that it pertained to his mother as well. He fumed as he turned the corner and led Draco to get his nose fixed.
"Harry, Miss Granger, Miss Lovegood, Mr. Longbottom, you too should move along," the Headmaster stated, not wanting another confrontation with the belligerent boy. Ever since Harry lost his memory, the child had been a handful and he was far too tired to deal with him right now.
"Right you are, Albus, ole boy," Harry said with mock cheer and a jaunty wave. He was tired of the old man's familiarity. He was curious about what kind of relationship he had had with the guy before he lost his memory. Were they really on such good terms? He had a hard time grasping that he would trust any adult after the way he had been treated since he came back.
The mind-rape, the accusations, the reprimands, and the insults that had happened didn't make for warm and fuzzy feelings. Was his childhood really that bad that he would look up to the first adult that gave him attention? There were times he really didn't want to find out.
"I will ask you once again to address me by my title, young man," Albus said wearily, pinching his nose in agitation. It seemed nothing was going to go well with Harry. He pondered on the question; if the boy hadn't lost his memory, would the time on the streets have hardened him into the teen standing before him?
"Then address me as Mr. Potter," was the rebuttal complete with mulish arm folding. "You don't seem to have the same issue with anyone else. It's really creepy that you keep being so familiar with me. Kind of stalkerish, if you ask me."
"Very well, Mr. Potter, off you go," the old man said with a sigh and a shooing motion.
"Wait, where is my new room?" Harry asked, still not wanting to sleep in the same room as Ron. Plus, he had no idea who the others in that room were, and he learned that things could easily go missing in his sleep. Although now with his intruder warning, that might not happen, but why take the chance? It was a good thing his trunk was now secured around his neck.
"You will be using the Gryffindor Head Boy's room. A prefect will show you where it is. There is no one using it at this time. However, if a Gryffindor is chosen for Head Boy next year, you will have to sleep in your assigned bed. I am quite sure that all fences will be mended at that time," the old man said in good cheer.
He still didn't believe the child had any memories to restore, but he hoped that Mr. Weasley would overcome his jealousy and make friends with Harry.
Harry scoffed and didn't say anything, but turned dismissingly on the old man. The quartet moved up the stairs.
Hermione was holding her tongue, wanting to ask questions and chastise Harry, but not here. There was enough gossip about the amnesiac, so she just walked on. Luna was skipping along without a care in the world, with Harry's arm around her shoulders. She had friends and that was all that mattered.
Neville was thinking about what just happened. He hadn't seen Harry's interaction with the staff since he came back, and judging from what he knew about him before, this was a whole new Harry. He was positive it was for the better. Anyone who stood up to Snape and Malfoy was a hero in his books.
"Well, I'm knackered, and I still have a bit of studying to do, so let's call it a night," Harry said at the parting point. He leaned over and kissed the little blonde in his arms on the cheek and said, "Goodnight, Lovely Luna."
"Goodnight, Sweet Harry," she replied with a giggle and then left, making her way down the hall with a bounce in her step, making Harry realized that she had a nice arse as well as good looking breast.
"Do you have designs on Luna?" Hermione asked as they started back down the hall.
"I'm not sure, really. I mean, we're a bit young for that, but she is good looking," the messy-haired boy said as he thought hard on the question. "I mean, I hardly know any of you, but I am a teenage boy, so yeah, I think about her," he confessed not the least bit shy about talking about it with her.
"Oh," was all she said. She wondered why she was jealous of that fact, and contemplated on if he thought of her the same way.
"You are also quite pretty," Harry said as if reading her thoughts. He kissed her cheek, making her redden as they continued to the tower. "And I'm sure, like all teenage boys, Neville thinks so too," he added playfully, making the boy stumble and blush.
"Harry," Hermione admonished, smacking him on the chest, "quit embarrassing your friends."
"Well," the shy boy said, squaring his shoulders, "he isn't wrong." Though the words were brave, the redness of his face gave away his discomfiture.
Harry laughed and patted him on the back. "We'll make a player out of you yet," he said to Neville.
They got to the portrait and went inside. The common room was buzzing with activity. People were playing games and doing homework. The twins were off to the side, whispering to each other. They saw the trio come in and waved for Harry to join them.
Harry gave Hermione another kiss on the cheek and excused himself. Many of the girls giggled, but there were one or two that narrowed their eyes possessively. He made his way over to the lookalikes and said, "What's up?"
"We did a bit of investigation on the night you disappeared," Fred said quietly, as he waved to a chair for Harry to sit. "We asked portraits and ghosts and such. We found out that you were first seen headed toward Gryffindor tower, then you turned and went to the dungeons."
"The last time you were see you were running from that direction straight out the front doors. No one knew why you went to the dungeons though. Only that you went to the potion's classroom, were there for a half an hour, and then you took off as if Fluffy was after you."
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