It was the after effects of the spell. He knew that. How he knew that, he wasn't sure. The knowledge was just there? Which was stupid, because if he knew that, one would think he could remember his own name. A most imperative thought when he had tried to console himself upon noticing all the staring the other students were doing as they passed him in the hall. So what was it then? Lar...no. Terrence? Terry? Sher...bert? Sher...ar...Shar...? A sharp shoulder jostled him nearly into a wall. "Potter." His eyes lit up. "Potter!" That was it! He noticed the blond boy who had run into him frowning. "Potter," the boy repeated. "Potter!" he happily echoed. Gray eyes darted around before a hesitant hand came up to point at himself. "Malfoy," he instructed quietly, leaning in as if sharing a secret. "You're supposed to respond, 'Malfoy.'" "But I'm Potter." He grinned, now remembering. "Harry Potter!" Malfoy drew back with a sneer. "And what? You expect me to kiss your feet for that?" He huffed out a laugh an glances around again. "Don't mistake me for one of your adoring fans. Get off your high broom, Potter." And with that, he spun on his heel to leave. Still feeling far too elated at finally being able to recall his own name, Harry made sure to raise his hand and shout out a "Thank you!" To Malfoy's retreating form. THE END.
