Harry's POV
Harry and his friends had just finished their dinner when Bones' reply came.
"She wants to meet me at her office tomorrow. Something about viewing my memory," our hero said with a grimace. "I'm not sure I want anyone in my head, but at least she's asking," he said as he reskimmed the missive.
"Don't be silly, Harry, she'll use a pensieve," Luna said as she nibbled on her chicken leg. She was sitting very close to the boy wonder, determined to not let him out of her sight until curfew. Both she and Hermione had been clinging to him like Flusterwallows to Marshshallow plants. Though, being the pervert, he is, he didn't seem to mind. It made her feel better to keep within reaching distance. It was going to be hard to separate this night.
"What's a pensieve?" he asked, fiddling with his fork, pushing his potatoes around his plate. He wasn't very hungry, what with the day he had had, and the thought of someone in his head made him less so.
"It's a runic bowl that is used to watch memories," the little blonde answered with a reassuring smile. She seemed to feel his discomfort, so she patted his arm reassuringly.
"Still, she'll be looking at my memories, and the few I have are very precious to me. How would I get that memory into this 'bowl'? I mean, it sounds like it will be removed from my head. I don't want to lose any that I have," he said very much concerned. His crew was going over ways that no one would be able to take anything from his mind. It is what they are there for.
"Don't fret, Harry, they only take copies. Your memories will still be safe in your head," the Ravenclaw said, firming her grasp on his arm.
"Oh, well I guess that's okay," he said with a slow nod of his head, like he was still thinking it over.
"You'll be fine," Luna confirmed, and then looked at her other friends to back her up.
"She's right, Harry, you'll be okay, and all your memories will be intact," Neville said, giving the other boy a reassuring smile.
"Okay, yeah, okay…. I think I'm ready to hit the hay. It's been a very long day," the boy hero stated, getting up from the table. "I just want to sleep the next week off."
"Yeah, I guess I would too, if I had been kidnapped, tied-up and forced to face my worst enemy," Hermione stated thoughtfully.
"What do you mean— kidnapped?" came the question from behind them.
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Harry's POV
Harry and his friends cringed at being caught talking in public. They were so flustered about the day's events that they didn't even think about eavesdroppers. They were so used to keeping important information themselves, that one little slip every now and then usually went unnoticed. That didn't stop them from regretting their mistake. They all should have learned from what had happened to Harry earlier today.
The Boy-Who-Lived was being worst on himself for his lack of judgement. So what, if he was behind the best wards in the United Kingdom? He should have been paying attention. Still his alarm hadn't gone off, so it wasn't an adult. He turned and looked and gave a small sigh of relief. This was no one to be worried about. Only a fanboy.
"What's up, Colin?" he asked, trying to ignore the question. It didn't work.
"Hey, you remember me? I thought you had amnesia?" the younger boy shouted, happy to be acknowledged by the living legend.
"Shhhh," Hermione hissed. "Not so loud. You know how Harry doesn't like people looking at him," she said, pointedly looking at all the teens surrounding them glancing their way.
"But, he remembers me," Colin stated much quieter, blushing a bit. "Do you really remember me, Harry?" he asked, gushing over that fact. He was tickled pink that he was the first person his hero remembered.
"Huh," Harry said, thinking it over. "I guess I do. Looks like, I'm starting to remember. Go figure. So, what did you need?" he once again tried to get back to why the boy was here and not what he had heard. He was happy that his memories were returning, but really Colin Creevey? All he truly remembered was the boy was worse than paparazzi. His camera was even hanging off his neck right now.
"Did you really get kidnapped?" the younger boy asked. Once again, a bit too loud for everyone's taste.
"Shhh," Hermione chastised again, this time putting a finger to her lips. "We don't want everyone to find out. You wouldn't want someone like Malfoy to hear, would you?" she asked, playing on the boy's hatred of that particular Slytherin.
"Don't worry, Colin, it was no big deal," Harry said as dessert appeared on the table. "Just Fudge. He only wanted to talk," he stated, which was technically true. To a point. "You know how politicians are. They always want celebrities to endorse them. I told him I'd think about it, and he left me alone," now straight out lying. He grabbed some pumpkin pie and started to eat hoping the other boy would drop it.
"Oh, okay, Harry. You know how we all worry about you, so I'm glad to hear you're okay. Gryffindor is like family after all," the cheery teen stated, clapping his 'brother' on the back.
"Yeah, dysfunctional family," our hero muttered, but nodded to Colin and then pointedly turned back to his meal.
"Harry don't say that," Hermione chastised. "Every family has its ups and downs."
"So, Colin what did you need?" Harry asked for the third time.
"I wanted to ask who you're taking to the Yule Ball? I don't know if you heard about it. The teachers mentioned it earlier, but I know you don't attend classes," the hyper boy stated, hoping to get some good gossip. The Harry Potter Fan Club was always looking for news on their hero. A romance would be great food for the rumor mill.
"I've already asked two lovely ladies, and they've said yes," the dark-haired wizard smirked at his two friends, who blush with pride.
"You have two dates!?" the younger boy yelled, making half the Hall turn their way.
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