"Before I tell you what this says, I need to tell you what happened last night," he started, then gave a short description on the removal of the horcrux. He left out the crews' help, and made it sound like it was all meticulous mind work, which it was, just more detailed.
The gang cringed at the thought that he had had a soul piece of the vile Dark Lord in his head, exchanged looks over Harry turning the ball over to an adult, and then sighed when he finished his rendition.
"This," he started, "is a letter from Bones. She wants me to go to the Ministry and hear the prophecy," he stated, holding up the letter.
"Don't you already know the prophecy?" Neville asked, tilting his head.
"No, I just know there is one, but only vaguely what it says. So, I'll go and hear the whole thing and hopefully it will give me clues on how to defeat Voldemort," Harry sighed, hating that there was something that said he was destined to fight a Dark Lord. Why couldn't the fates just leave him the hell alone. Let someone else deal with wars and such.
"Well, remember you have friends and family to help you. You don't have to do anything alone," Hermione stated, putting her hand on his arm. She had stood by him all this time, she'd be damned if she left him now. No, no matter that they did fight on occasion, he was still her best friend.
"Thanks, Hermione, that means a lot," the green-eyed teen said with a grateful smile. He looked at all the nodding heads and his heart swelled. "Let's get you guys changed into your Animagus forms," he said, clapping his hands together and standing. "Who knows, it might be helpful come later." A shiver ran down his back at those words.
They all agreed and worked until curfew, all but Hermione were able to change. She, however, did get wings and a beak, which made the boys snicker. Until she showed them how painful that beak could be, by pecking the floor at their feet. Other than that, they had a great time, but soon wandered to bed.
Before Harry drifted off, he wrote to Madam Bones and agreed to come the next day to hear the prophecy. Hedwig was there as if she just knew she was needed. After she winged her way out his window, Harry fell in to a heavy sleep, dreaming of what kind of life he would live when his memories were returned. Little did he know they already were.
Data and the crew were slowly feeding all the good memories they could find, which weren't many. Flashes of his time at Hogwarts were showing on the view screen. Happy scenes of Christmas, snowball fights, Quidditch, and just fooling around were there for his subconscious mind to see. He was subliminally learning about his friends, how great they were, and the good things they had been through together. He would relate to them better; he just wouldn't know why. So far it didn't seem to affect his mindscape, which made the crew very happy.
It was a very content teen that woke up the next morning. For some reason, he felt like he was closer to the people he cared about. He didn't even have the deep animosity that he had for the Weasley kid. Though, he still didn't want to be friends with him. Harry got dressed and went down to the common room. He waved at his old teammates and wondered if it were time to get back on the broom. He joined his friends and greeted them all with a smile.
"You're chipper today," Neville commented as they went to pick up Luna.
"I just had a good night's sleep. I think I dreamed about my past, but I don't remember. It's just a feeling," the dark-haired teen said with a shrug. He hugged Luna, put his arm around her shoulder, snagged Hermione and did the same. The girls shared a look but went along with it.
Harry, with his euphoric feels, had a wonderful breakfast. He and the gang were chatting, laughing, and eating in harmony. The boy hero felt that he could connect to them better, like putting on an old warm coat and feeling safe. He marveled at the fact that when he looked at Hermione, he knew that she would stand by his side, no matter how much they fought. When he looked at the twins, he understood that they were family. He didn't really feel any different with Luna and Neville. However, when he looked down the table at Ron, he was washed with many emotions; lost friendship, rage, betrayal, and disappointment. Still there was a lighthearted feeling about him as well. Like looking at a brother that was distant.
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