Crossing into Regulus

"Please do not leave me."

The weather was rare and sunny today. Harry wandered around outside but couldn't feel the beauty of life at all. Finally, he came to the hospital, stared blankly at the people lying on the hospital bed, and suddenly said this A word came out.

There was no one else in the ward at this time.This is rare private time.

Regulus lying there did not respond.

Harry walked over slowly, knelt by Regulus's hand, and buried his face in Regulus' pale palm, "I beg you not to leave me...they say I'm getting more and more dangerous, don't worry Am I alone?"

A sigh followed the breeze across the room.

Laura added her own small mechanism to St. Mungo's defense system, in order to be able to detect Harry's arrival early so as to avoid it.

But now that she came over and saw Harry crouching beside the bed, she suddenly felt that maybe it was time for Regulus to wake up.She'd be here anyway, and she'd make sure Regulus made a full recovery.

The cold fingers on the hospital bed moved slightly as if in response.

Harry looked up sharply at Regulus.

The young man frowned lightly.

Harry held his breath and waited for Regulus to open his eyes.

Then the latter woke up under his expectant eyes.

Lola breathed a sigh of relief, looking all right, she backed away quietly.

"Where is this...?" Regulus looked around vigorously, opened his mouth, and spoke in a hoarse voice. He really hadn't drank water for a long time.

Harry was stunned, and then rushed forward with a burst of ecstasy, "Rael?! You, are you really awake?!"

Then he quickly stepped aside, rubbed his hair and hurriedly walked around the room for a long time, finally poured a glass of water and helped Regulus to drink slowly.

The young man who woke up still lacked energy, but he looked at Harry with unusually sober eyes. He leaned on the pillow Harry stuffed on his back, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Are you... Potter?"

Harry was stunned, feeling a little weird and a little uneasy. Rael looked very polite, and this demeanor was like a gentle version of Malfoy, arrogant and humble, cold and gentle, not as cold as Malfoy, but with a sense of distance But heavier.Harry stood up slowly.

Regulus had been lying on the bed for so long, his cheeks were so thin that they were sunken, the bridge of his nose became more straight, his brows were bushy, and his eyes were deep. Looking at Harry without expression at this moment, he felt a little strange.

In short, it is not as stupid as it used to be.

"...Rael?" Harry didn't know why he called Rael by his name, but he suddenly realized that his voice was tense.

Regulus nodded suspiciously but politely, "It's me."

"Why do you call me Potter?" Harry asked, taking a deep breath, his heart sinking.

Regulus looked even more puzzled, but due to his upbringing, he didn't make it too obvious, "...James, if you allow." He had just finished speaking when he realized that he had said the wrong thing, because the wave standing there It was as if he had been struck by lightning, his face pale and crumbling.

Even took a step back.

Regulus frowned, he was a little confused about the situation.But that's not the point, he lowered his gaze, retracted his hand under the quilt, and carefully stroked his left arm.

There is no special touch, it's just a subconscious movement, but Potter is here, he can't just roll up his sleeves to check, it's hard to say whether the other party will change his face when he sees his mark.

"Are you looking for Voldemort's mark?"

Regulus' eyes froze, and he paused for a moment before slowly looking up at Potter.

Harry's face became less pale, and he even forced a smile, "Don't worry, it's gone."

Regulus studied Harry.

Harry straightened his back.

"Why do you know?"

"I think you must have forgotten something, I'm not James." Harry said slowly, he recovered from the shock just now, so what if he lost his memory, the important thing is that Rael is well, "James is My dad, I'm Harry."

Regulus just raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

But he slowly formed an Iron Armor Curse in the palm of his hand covered by the quilt. It was too difficult to be silent and wandless, so he did it very slowly.

Harry smiled bitterly, he could feel Rael's little curse, maybe he was too weak just after waking up, there was nothing to hide in front of him.Harry pretended not to notice and went on, "What's the last thing you remember? Or what do you remember?"

Regulus lowered his head and pretended to think. He didn't speak until the shield was formed, "Voldemort? Can I call him by his name now?" He didn't mean to answer Harry's question at all.

Somehow, Harry could tell that the Rael who didn’t answer the question was not the Rael who answered the wrong question before, his heart sank lower and lower, “Yes, he’s dead, completely, don’t worry, all The Horcruxes were all wiped out, we went through a great battle, and you were injured during the war."

Regulus looked carefully at Harry's expression, wanting to confirm whether Harry was telling the truth, but the sadness in Harry's body was too strong to be ignored, so he paused and said, "You don't seem to be in a good mood. Great, has a friend left you?" He tried his best to be tactful, killing Voldemort was not a simple matter, and it was inevitable to pay some price for it.

Harry looked at Regulus silently.

Ron pushed the door open, and he was talking to Hermione behind him.

Both of them froze when they entered the room.

Regulus sat on the bed watching them.

Harry stood by the bed, staring at Regulus.

A strange atmosphere spread in the room.

It was Hermione who broke the atmosphere, she rushed over and plunged into Regulus' arms with a scream, "You're awake!"

Regulus opened his hands and didn't know where to put them. Is this girl his forgotten friend?And luckily he had a pillow on his back, "Yes, I'm awake."

Ron followed while rubbing his hands, his face flushed with excitement, "Hey Rael! That's great!"

Regulus glanced at him and nodded with a smile.

Ron was cautious, and the red tide subsided a little. He turned to Harry and whispered in his friend's ear, "Why do I think Rael is weird."

Harry looked at Regulus and said flatly, "Rael has lost his memory." It was as if he was saying that today is a fine day.

"What?!" Ron yelled.

Hermione raised her body and turned to Ron and called, "What are you yelling about?"

Ron stammered and asked Regulus, "You, you, do you know who I am?"

Regulus replied apologetically, "Sorry, I forgot."

Hermione was also stunned, "Rael, what about me?"

Before Regulus could answer, Harry interrupted impatiently, "He doesn't remember anyone, so there's no need to ask them one by one." His tone was so aggressive that Ron moved a little to the side.

Regulus smiled at Hermione, he was sorry, but there was nothing he could do.

Hermione glared at Harry, then turned back to look at Regulus in disbelief for a while, and the latter looked back at her quietly, "Harry, have you called the doctor to check?"

"...No." Harry froze for a moment before remembering that he hadn't called the doctor.

Hermione jabbed the bedside bell angrily, and Harry had no idea how to take care of a sick person.She said to Regulus softly, "It's okay Rael, maybe it's only temporary, St. Mungo has many excellent doctors, and they will definitely cure you." She thought for a while and added, "It doesn't matter if you can't be cured. , we will always be your friends."

Regulus looked down at the girl lying in front of him and didn't speak.

Hermione's face slowly turned red.

Ron couldn't stand it anymore, he said hello twice and stepped forward to pull Hermione away, "You can't rely on yourself to be sick, Rael." He spoke vaguely, and Regulus didn't understand what he meant.

Hermione stomped on Ron's foot.

Harry stood behind and didn't move, he just watched Regulus' expression carefully.

Not only the demeanor, but also the tone of voice is different. In the past, Leier’s voice was clear and clear, sometimes it was a little high-pitched, and the speed of speech sometimes fluctuated depending on the mood, and sometimes there were some slang words, but now, Leier has been keeping it down. He spoke in a soothing and steady voice, without any extra words, and there were no extra small movements, and he was also upright and polite while sitting on the soft hospital bed.

Harry had no reason to think Rael was going to get better.Of course, as Hermione said, it doesn't matter if it doesn't get better, they are still friends.

but.

Harry didn't know why he panicked.

The doctor came to check on Regulus' condition.

Still a group of people poured in.

The three of Harry backed away from the crowd.

Hermione crossed her fingers into a fist, her eyes fixed on that side.Ron bumped Harry on the shoulder and whispered, "I said, you might as well smile now."

"The intern wasn't here," said Harry abruptly.

"Huh? What intern?" Ron was puzzled.

Harry just glanced at Ron. He found that the latter had no idea what he was talking about. He couldn't help but feel a little angry. Ron was not alert at all, "That black-haired girl used to come to see Rael often." He wanted to say that the girl was weird, since she had paid so much attention to Leier's situation before, there was no reason why she would be indifferent now that Leier woke up.

But Ron thought of something else, he smiled knowingly, "Aha, I see, he didn't come~"

Harry was a little fidgety, but before he could explain, the doctors over there dispersed, nodding at each other and leaving with smiles on their faces.His attention was drawn, and he hurried forward to talk to someone.

Hermione and Ron hurried to follow.

After returning to the ward again, Sirius Luping and others also gathered here.

Everyone heard the news of Rael's recovery.

There was finally laughter in the ward.

Hermione shrugged at the door, "I informed everyone. Seriously, Harry, you have to know that you are not the only one who cares about Rael. Take Sirius as an example. Rael is his brother. You have to think about it." Everyone. Also, I have one more thing to say, but it’s one thing—you’ve been emotionally unstable—I still recommend you see a therapist.”

Harry didn't go in either. He stood beside Hermione and looked at the laughing crowd, before he nodded slightly, "Ah."

"What do you mean? You agreed." Hermione chased after him, Harry finally showed signs of loosening, and she had to catch him.

Harry sensed the familiar pattern of Hermione's behaviour.Speaking of which, he has changed, so why not Hermione? In the past, everyone around him treated him carefully, as if he was the one who was seriously injured. Now that Hermione forced him, he actually had the mood to smile, " No, I don't want to, Hermione."

Hermione looked carefully at Harry's face.

Harry looked back at her.

For the first time Harry was willing to look back into his friend's eyes.

Hermione hugged Harry slowly, "Fine." She wanted to cry a little.

"I'm sorry." Harry stroked Hermione's hair.