Good Intentions

HARRY’S POV

I awake in the middle of the night and am somewhat surprised no one is in here watching me. I shift in the bed and feel as though I have been burned. I pull at my shirt and look on my arm and there is a red area. Two of them to be exact, I also feel the area on my hip. I smile knowing that I wrote down what was there before it was forever erased.

I’m somewhat groggy, pain meds probably, but decide I need a shower so I get everything together for that.

The hot water stings where they worked and I’m careful as I bathe not to apply too much pressure. I stand under the hot water and let it run over me, hoping that will help get rid of this drugged feeling.
I get out and wipe off the steamed up mirror with the towel. My eyes. Its as if they are trying to communicate with me. I stand looking at them, as if they are going to speak to me and tell me what I need to know.

I dry my hair with the towel and run my fingers through my hair. Thankfully its growing out and I haven’t been hog tied so they can cut it. I turn my head and notice a curl flipping out behind my ear and touch it.
It’s all I can do not to punch something. Its all here, looking at me. Who am I? I reach up and touch the curl again and I remember my dream. Harry.

Just Harry. Nothing else.

I go between Harry and Will to decide which I like better. I have a mental conversation within my head about the two and decide on Harry. The original name.

I feel as though I have been in a race and cleared all the hurdles. A name, I have a name. I don’t remember the rest of the dream but right now I don’t care. Certainly since I have remembered this other things will start coming back to me.

I get dressed and get back in bed happy that I am making a break through. Its small but it’s a victory in my book.

I’m awakened in the morning by Lily and Jim to see if I’m able to work. I tell them yes, whether I’m really able to or not. Got to get this stuff out of my system to see if anything else decides to creep up from my memories

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