About Harry

Hermione

It's quite late into the night. I know I will wake him up, but this is too important and must be done while Harry is asleep.

I have to call his name loudly more than once before, much agitated, he appears in the room, eyes puffy for the abrupt awakening, wearing only a t-shirt and some pants, all white. It seems he is always wearing something white or other, I don't think I have ever seen him wearing something bright coloured or black. I wonder why.

He was a lovely child, sweet, quiet and curious. Ron, like me, spent many hours to amuse him. I know he has an observing nature; he had always understood how our relationship was a hopeless one but even in his adulthood he never mentioned it.

'What's wrong? Shall I come there?' he addressed me with furred tongue, much agitated 'Shit! I left my wand in my room' he blorts out still confused patting his body as if looking for it.

'Don't worry, you don't need to come here' I reassure him 'It's everything fine' I add to calm his fidgeting but then, realising how very little fine the whole situation is, I continue 'Actually, it's not fine at all but nothing death threatening'

'Wait a sec'

He grasps a blanket from an armchair, wears it around his shoulders and sits on the kitchen rug, legs crossed, ready to listen.

I explain to him about, what it clearly is, a case of serious memory loss.

He rubs his face worriedly 'Ok, right' he only says going to the kitchen and pouring himself a glass of water and returning in front of the fire with it 'So, didn't he seem to know how old he is?' he asks taking a gulp.

'Nor that he has got kids and overall, he doesn't remember about Ginny'

His hair is lengthening by the minute which tells me he is in deep meditation 'Ok....' He murmurs pensively 'Ok... I want to see him. I need to talk to him. But before that I want to know it all. You have to explain me everything that happened since you got there. In details.'

And I start to recount trying to be as precise as possible. When I mention the sleeping potions he frowns 'I had my suspicions on that regard. How many do you think has he got?' he asks stern slipping in his healer role in a second.

'I don't know. Ten? A bit more? There were some empty vials scattered around. It is not the only altering substance he took' and I carry on explaining about alcohol and drugs. There, I need to give him a whole picture of the nature of the muggle drug he used. Ted is not very prepared on it and neither I am to be truly honest. I know what it is and how it works because obviously I grew up between muggles but I'm not an expert. I'm anyway able to give him a rough idea of what we are talking of since he has no way to know not even that little.

'Do you think has it got to do with it?'

'I doubt it. I don't think it is caused only by one thing but more probably from a mix of different factors. Sleeping potions mostly. So many in such short time... No wonder he never answered to the door, he must have been asleep most of the time... and let's not forget he endured many Cruciatus as well. Not even the healer has been able to discern how many. It's already a miracle his brain hasn't been reduced to a pulp' he mutters darkly and then, out of the blue 'When did you start to have sex with him?'

I blush furiously 'Does it make any difference?' I answer sheepishly.

'It may help me to understand' he explains undaunted like if only asking when the last time is I got my vitamins.

'The day you came for his head'

'But he doesn't mention it, right?'

'Not directly, no'

'Does he call you by your name? Does he know who you are?'

'Yes, I believe so, despite sometimes I'm afraid he makes some confusion' and I explain him about the last incidents.

He takes a pensive demeanour and place the empty glass on the floor beside him.

'I'll come tomorrow for lunch' he adds assured in the end 'Go to sleep. Tomorrow I'll talk to him and then we will decide how to proceed. Don't worry, we will find a way to deal with it'.

I withdraw my head from the fire asking myself which one is the adult between the two.