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Regulus
In retrospect I should not have gone out flying, when I saw the dark clouds overhead. Even if it did clear my head. Now have to walk back through heavy rain as the wind tries to blow me of my feet. Someone apparently couldn’t keep the footing, as they land on their back in front of my feet. Ah Potter was being stupid again.
“Get up Potter, you are in my way.”
The no response is not a surprise as the idiot does not seem to respond much to the weather either. Where did he even come from anyway. There had been no one around. Taking a closer look, there was a bold scar in the shape of a lightning-bolt on his forehead. Potter did not have a scar like that and come to think of it Potter had not stayed for the Easter-break. So in no world could it be him. Regardless of whom it was, he should probably be taken to the hospital-wing. Detour it is.
As he was lying in bed Regulus definitely did not think of the mysterious boy for the rest of the night.
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Harry
It seems I have ones again ended up in the hospital-wing. Apparently a normal year at Hogwarts without ending up here for anything other then quidditch is to much to ask.
“Hi dear, I need you to answer a few questions.” came Pomfrey’s voice. “What is your name?”
“Harry James Potter”
“What is today’s date?”
“October 1nd, 1998”
“When were you born?”
“July 31st,1980”
As Pomfrey approaches the bed something seems.. off. She looks younger, her hair is slightly less gray.
“What was my first cause for a visit to the hospital-wing?”, I say whilst I point my wand at her. Not wanting to tip her off to my skills in wand-less magic, if she is an imposter.
“I can’t know that. Today is April 1st, 1978. Cast a tempest, dear.”
Not seeing any harm in doing so, I cast a tempest. It is in fact Saturday April 1st, 1978. 23:13 at night to be exact.
“What in Merlin’s name???? I really can’t have a normal year, can I?”
“We can figure everything out in a moment. First I want to ask you about some things noticed during your check up that have me concerned.”
“Odds are you can’t do anything about it, but sure, go ahead.”
“You’ve got two scars with a similar dark magic, one on your forehead and one on your chest, do you know what caused them?”
“Killing curse, once at 15 months old”, I say neutrally pointing to my forehead. “and once as a 17 year old” pointing to my chest. “No, I don’t know how I survived. I just did.”
“O ehm and dare I ask what caused you to be so malnourished?” Pomfrey asks having trouble keeping her face neutral.
“Yes well I was bit buzzy fighting a war last year, though I guess that is now a future year, anyway didn’t really have a lot of food available and the people that raised me didn’t really care much for my wellbeing so I didn’t really have a good starting point to begin with.”
“Oké well, I’ll give you a potion that you will have to take every night till you’re no longer malnourished. After you will get some sleep, we will speak with professor Mcgonagall in the morning.”