───IN THE FOLLOWING WEEKS OF BEING FOUND, Harry Potter ended up transitioning to Jo's home, in order to hopefully, heal and progress further in his recovery. He had still yet to make any connections to his past life, but he was starting to remember the dreams that he was having at night. However, none of them really ever made sense which left him with more questions than actual answers. Thankfully, his memory was intact enough that he could still write, which led him to keep a dream journal by the side of his bed. Sometimes during the nights, he would wake up to write something down or he would wait until morning, but looking it all over, it sounded like the work of fantasy.

There was the talk of dragons, merfolk, and words that he was sure weren't actual words as no one around him knew what they meant. But it was his latest dream that had left him short of breath and sweating profusely when he woke up.

He found himself standing somewhere warm and in the distance, there was a little boy ahead of him. The stark contrast of the almost-white blonde hair appeared cold in comparison to the surrounding colours. But as the little boy turned around, he waved in Harry's direction, motioning for him to follow. Taking one step forward, the scene started to change around Harry as it shifted into darkness. The sound of wildlife around him had suddenly vanished and he was surrounded by silence.

"Hello?"

As quick as the scene had changed before, Harry found himself approached by a woman, she too, had blonde hair. But she wasn't smiling at Harry like the boy before had been, instead, she was crying. Her arms were outstretched and she kept waving him over, begging him in a pleading voice for Harry to come over to her. It was then that Harry noticed he was standing in a field of white flowers and four leaf clovers.

Taking a step forward, Harry suddenly found himself losing balance and as he fell, he peered down to see that he no longer had his prosthetic, leaving him unable to walk. As he looked up ahead, the woman was still calling him over. Since he was unable to walk, he could only bring himself to crawl through the field. But just as he made it about halfway there, he felt something tug on his other leg, bringing him all the way to his original starting point.

Rolling over, he couldn't see anything but what appeared to be a shadow covering the lower half of his body. It seemed to be consuming him and just as the shadow came to hover over his face, Harry was able to see teeth that caused him to scream out. He attempted to shield himself from the attack, however, after a few moments, nothing seemed to happen. When Harry lifted his arms away from his face to peer out, there was a flash of green light that suddenly brought him back to his room in Jo's home.

It was the longest dream sequence he had been stuck in, feeling like he had been trapped for days, but when he looked over at the clock at his bedside, he saw that he had only been asleep for a few hours. The clock read eight o'clock in the morning sharp and Harry had distinctly remembered going to bed around four in the morning. That's how most days were, he wasn't getting a lot of sleep even outside of the hospital. And with the nightmares he had been facing, he was lucky to be getting any sort of sleep.

Sitting up in his bed, he could feel the front of his shirt sticking to his body as it was drenched with sweat. With a disgusted grimace, Harry pulled off the shirt before tossing it to the side and moving his leg to hang off the side of the bed. He reached out and grabbed his dream journal to write down what he could remember before it left his mind.

There had been some common themes that he had already seen in other nightmares before.

Clovers

White flowers

The blonde haired woman

The green light

He wrote down the new things, such as the shadow with teeth and the little boy that had emerged, trying to summon him over in another direction. The woman and boy looked like him, with their own differences, that led Harry to wonder if they were related to him in some way or if his mind was making them up. But if they were his family, how come they weren't looking for him, why was no one coming forward to say he was missing? However, seeing the condition he was found in, he figured that it was a possibility that maybe he wasn't the only one who had been hurt.

Maybe he had just been able to get away before collapsing outside of the old man's home and his family was left behind. And yet, left with that thought, Harry felt horrible and tried to dismiss that as the case.

There was a knock on the door that caused him to look up, knowing it was Jo coming to probably wake him up for breakfast.

"Come in," he called out, " I'm up."

The door opened and Harry was able to see the curtain of blonde hair first before he saw her face poke in. "Morning," she greeted him, " did you sleep well?"

There was no sense in lying to her as Jo was there to help him; leading to Harry shaking his head. "No, I had another series of nightmares," he said, holding out the journal to her, " this one was a bit different."

She walked in and came to sit next to him on the bed to read his entry over and leaving the door opened. About five minutes later, there was the sound of running down the outside hallway and seconds later, Jo's son, William came into the room and hopped into Harry's lap.

" Harry, you're awake!" William called out in greeting. "Did Mummy tell you that we're going out today?"

The five-year-old leaned against Harry's leg and gleamed up at him with the same eyes as his mother that brought Harry to smile.

"Oh really," Harry smiled, " where are we going?"

William climbed up to whisper in Harry's ear as if it was a big secret. "Mummy says you need new clothes."

Since Harry's arrival at the home, William had taken a liking to the older boy following him around and asking him a million questions. He had told his mother that he believed that Harry was an angel of sorts, who had fallen from the sky to join their family. Of course, they allowed the boy to have their theories as William used it as a comfort, believing his father had sent Harry to look after them after he passed away the year before.

But the theories continued to progress the longer Harry was in their care as William had found the stick that Harry refused to part with. He immediately began to believe that maybe Harry was a magician as they carried magic wands. Of course, everyone just shuffled along with his ideas writing them off as his imagination, not knowing just how accurate a child's imagination could really be. And to join his magical friend, William collected a tree branch from outside and carried it around with him.

"Well, I guess I could use some new clothing, I do look a bit of a mess, don't I?" Harry chuckled, bringing Jo to look up from the journal and shook his head.

"No, but I figured you would be more comfortable to be out of those donation clothes, they don't fit you properly. So, I thought we could head into the city, after breakfast."

Harry agreed that it would be nice to get out of all the baggy clothing that he had been wearing for quite some time. It seemed with his missing leg that the people who donated him the clothing thought that he had to wear all loose-fitting clothing. He was thankful for the clothing though, considering he didn't want to be stumbling around naked.

Reaching for his prosthetic, Harry placed it on with a grimace, not finding himself very comfortable with the fit of it. Due to the short frame of time, they had fixed him with a prosthetic but it wasn't the best fitting, making his gait quite awkward when he walked. Jo promised that they would get him a better one in due time, but Harry wasn't holding his breath. In his dreams, he vaguely remembered having another prosthetic, one that appeared to be made of silver or something along the lines and it looked as though it would be uncomfortable to wear but he never looked like it bothered him in his sleep.

Jo sent the two downstairs to eat breakfast after Harry was ready.

Of course, William led the way as he reached out his hand and grabbed Harry's to get moving. Many would have deemed Jo as insane for allowing her son to get close to the boy who they really knew nothing about. However, Jo could see the strong connection between the two as Harry seemed to show a softer side when interacting with William. He treated him as if he was a little brother.

"Did you have any dreams about any new spells?" William asked as he and Harry sat across from each other in the kitchen.

That was what William called the weird words that Harry would hear during his sleep and write down.

"Um, no, I didn't hear any new spells," Harry answered with a small smile, " have you been practising your magic again?"

"Yes!" William exclaimed excitedly. "I was practising Accio! It doesn't work...yet. But it's going to! Maybe you can try it?"

For the last couple of weeks, William had been begging for Harry to put his wand to use and try out the spells. Usually, he was told by his mother to leave it alone and tell him that it wasn't a good idea. They weren't sure what the significance was of the carved stick, but Harry felt like it meant a lot to him and for that, he wanted to keep it close to him. Maybe it was something that he had taken from where he had come from and if it was a connection to his past, they wanted to keep it close.

However, whenever his mother wasn't around, William tested his luck to try and convince Harry to try out one of the "spells." Harry felt foolish with the idea of just waving the stick around but he knew that if he didn't give it at least one try that William would never let it go. Setting aside his bowl of cereal, Harry looked across the way at William with a raised brow.

"You really want me to give it a go?" he questioned, only to watch as the boy eagerly nodded his head.

"Please!"

With a sigh, Harry pushed himself up and made his way over to the sitting room where he had left his wand. William abandoned his chair and made his way over to stand next to him.

"Alright, which "spell" should I try?"

"Accio!" William called out. "Do Accio! I want to see if it works, I want to see what it does."

Before Harry gave it a go, he turned to the little boy to warn him that it was more than likely that nothing was going to happen. "Now, William, I don't want you getting your hopes up if nothing works-"

"Accio!" William yelled out again, to make his point that he just wanted Harry to try.

Left with no option, Harry just pointed his stick in the direction of the lamp that was sitting on a small table near the sofa. "Accio," he muttered under his breath and just like that, the lamp started heading in their direction a rapid speed.

Harry grabbed William and the two of them fell to the floor, the lamp floating over their heads before it came crashing into the wall and shattering to pieces. The two of them remained on the floor with wide-eyed expressions as Jo called out from upstairs wondering what had broken and who had broken it. However, neither one of them responded at the time as William looked over at Harry with a smile of pure awe.

"See," he said with a toothy grin, " I knew you were magic."