Back in the infirmary
"NO!" came the voices of three teenagers, as the golden dome flared again.
"Dobby is only trying to help," the poor elf said as he pulled himself off the floor from where he was flung.
"Woah, that's your idea of helping?" Harry asked, putting up his hands in an 'I give up' way. This castle was anything but safe, if this was a friend 'helping', then he remembered Hermione's recount of his second year and sighed. He released the dome when the elf started pulling his ears painfully. "Oh, stop that," he said sharply. "I guess… I can see where you get the idea that it might help. But, Dobby, don't try that again," he softened his tone, but wagged his finger at the elf, who perked up and was going to speak, but Hermione overrode him.
"Dobby, Harry didn't lose his memory due to a head injury. At least we don't think so. Madam Pomfrey said she didn't see any signs of one. We're still trying to figure out how he got his amnesia," she reasoned quickly, not wanting the little guy to get all excited and try something else that might cause more harm than good.
"Oh, I do believe that there are people in the castle keeping secrets. But, don't fret, Dobby, Harry, they will be exposed soon enough," Luna stated firmly as if what she said was fact. She then looked off into the space above Harry's head and hummed a little tune.
"How could you possibly know that?" Hermione harrumphed, folding her arms in disbelief.
"Oh, maybe she's a seer, like Deanna Troi," Harry said excitedly as he put his arm around the blonde and got the hug he wanted. Yes, it was indeed worth it.
"She was an empath, not a seer," Luna argued as she thumped his chest.
"Oh, right. Oh, I remember it was the chick from that other spaceship show… ummm… let me think… ummm… oh, I know it was called Andromeda. Now that was one wicked show. It's too bad I only got to see one episode," Harry said with a pout.
"Well never mind that," the bushy-haired girl said with a wave of her hand. "We need to see how much longer you're going to be here," she said as she got up and made her way to the mediwitch's office. "Madam Pomfrey, can we speak to you a minute?" she asked through the door.
The nurse hustled out and looked at the teens assembled, all of whom had anxious faces, and huffed. "Just let me do a diagnostic spell to make sure you're healthy," she said resigned. She waved her wand and read the report, ignoring the restless teens. "You will need to eat more. And but for your amnesia, you're fine, and can leave as soon as you get dressed, though I do recommend you make use of the shower. Cleansing charms can only go so far," she answered their unasked question.
"Dobby will get Master Harry's clothes," the forgotten elf stated as he popped up out of nowhere, and then he popped away. He then came back with some blue jeans, a button-down shirt, socks and underwear, and Harry's combat boots.
Harry was glad to see the boots, which were now repaired and shiny, they were the only things he remembered buying that he could call his. "Great! My boots. Thanks, Dobby," he exclaimed as he snatched up the clothes and footwear, went to the bathroom, took a quick shower, promised himself to take a longer one later, and got dressed.
"Lovely, you're done," Luna stated as she drifted towards the door, and then waited for them to join her. "I don't know about you two, but I am hungry. Let's go to the kitchen and get some pudding," she said airily.
"Oh, sweets," Harry said as he bounced to her side and put his arm over her shoulders. "Then you can show me how to use my…" he glanced at the glaring Hermione, "… wand," he finished.
"We can do that," Hermione said with a beaming smile as she went to his side. She was shocked when he put his other arm over her shoulders.
"To the kitchens," Harry stated as they left the Hospital Wing.