Harry Potter's Chaotic Twin (Ch 74) (Patreon)

Luckily for me, when I open my eyes the next morning they have no problem with the sunlight streaming through the windows. The windows that are no longer covered by blinds.

Did she know that my eyes would be healed after waking up again? Then what was the whole deal with a potion with a side effect of blindness!?

But that question is answered when I see the nurse in question twisting the ears of two certain people while berating them. “-drawn for a reason. She woke up in the middle of the night and said it was bright!”

I clear my throat, getting the attention of more than just those three, which I find out as the others clamor to my side. I see Hermione, Clarity, Susan, Tracy, and most surprising of all, Daphne. Though most of them are speaking over each other so I can’t understand most of what they’re saying. I do manage to make out something along the lines of; “You’re finally awake,” though.

Thankfully the nurse seems to get tired of twisting Harry and Draco’s ears, as instead she shouts at everyone, causing them to wince and hold hands to their ears. “QUIET! She just woke up and you’re all already crowding her! Show some care, why don’t you!”

She turns to me and speaks in a much quieter, much calmer voice. “Sorry about that dear, are you feeling alright? No problems with your eyes anymore?”

I shake my head. “Nope, all good.”

She nods. “Well then, you’re free to head on back to your dorms when you're ready.” She glares at the crowd around my bed. “Along with this rabble.”

She leaves, and there’s silence for a few moments before Clarity speaks. “Misha, are you alright? We heard that you got attacked in the Forbidden Forest.”

I nod. “Other than my new eye color and being able to see something new, I’m totally fine.”

“See something new?” Draco questions. “What do you mean by that?”

I shrug. “Exactly what I said. Now it’s like there’s some kind of haze hanging in the air, and it’s flowing around people.” I change up the wording for my explanation. Don’t want to freak them out by saying that I’m seeing some kind of mist going inside them then flowing back out.

Daphne hums in thought. “Perhaps it has to do with whatever attacked you? What kind of creature was it?”

I shake my head. “I don’t know what it was, but I don’t think whatever it was is responsible for it. I’m pretty sure that it has to do with the unicorn I saved.”

“”””YOU SAVED A UNICORN!?””””

I wince, sticking a finger into my ear to try and clear their shouts out of it. “Jeez you lot are loud. Yes, whatever that thing was had attacked a unicorn, so I tried to blow it up.” I swallow. “It…didn’t work. I think I just made it mad because it started coming at me instead.”

Clarity gasps. She helped me when we first found out about my affinity for explosions, so she knows just what I can do with them. “Of course I held back some to not hurt the unicorn, but that thing didn’t even have a scratch on it. That’s not normal.”

Harry makes a noise, drawing my attention. He’s biting his lip as if he wants to say something, but doesn’t know if he should. “You look constipated, Harry. Do you need to go to the loo, or do you know what that thing is?”

Tracy and Draco snort a laugh while the studious people roll their eyes. The oddball out, Susan, blushes and looks away. I think that she’s only here because she wanted to stick by Clarity's side, who came to visit.

Though he’s obviously irritated by how I phrased it, he doesn't comment on it, surprising me. With how things have gotten between us I was sure that he would have shot back some kind of snide comment. Instead, he casts an uneasy look around those assembled. Reluctantly, he speaks.

“...You know the reason we aren’t allowed in that certain section of the castle?”

I nod, an eyebrow raised at the sudden tangent. “Yeah, Hagrid’s pet that’s helping to guard the Sor-”

He lunges forward and slaps his hands against my mouth to silence me. “Misha! That’s supposed to be a secret!”

I roll my eyes before opening my mouth and giving his hands a biiiig lick along their length. He snaps his hands away and rapidly wipes them on his robes while making sounds of disgust. I ignore the snickers as I explain why his thinking is wrong.

“If it was a secret, why would the Headmaster outright tell us where to go in order to find it at the start of the year? He could have made an entire secret labyrinth or something out in the woods and not said anything. Even then though, if it’s such a secret then how have a bunch of students managed to find out about it?”

He scowls as he looks down at his hands, finally satisfied that he’d gotten all of my saliva off of them. “We’re just great at finding things out. I’m the Chosen One, after all!”

I’m not the only one who deadpans at that. I look at the others and the derision is clear in my voice. “Gryffindors.” I get nods from my fellow Slytherins, and even Susan! Though Hermione looks a bit offended and Clarity resigned. With a sigh, I turn back to Harry.

“Ignoring the ‘I’m the Chosen One so that’s how it works’ delusion, do you actually know what that thing in the forest was?”

He hesitates and glances at the door, as if trying to decide whether or not he should just leave. Which I wouldn’t be opposed to. Before he can make a decision though Hermione smacks the back of his head. “For goodness sake, Harry Potter! She’s your sister, and she’s the one who ended up in the hospital wing! You tell her this instant!”

He sheepishly rubs the spot she hit before nodding. He turns back to me and takes a deep breath. “You Know Who.”

“No I don’t. You’re supposed to tell me.” Seriously, he’s not funny. He should stop trying to be.

His head drops into his hands with a groan. “Nooo. It was You Know Who!”

I scowl. “I don’t know! That’s why I’m trying to get you to answer!”

Thankfully Clarity interjects before either of us can start attacking each other in frustration. “I think he’s talking about Voldemort.”

Ignoring the gasps of horror from those who grew up in the wizarding world, I look between her and Harry with a ‘are you stupid?’ expression on my face.

“You mean the dead guy? Not a ghost dead guy, but the actual ‘his death was celebrated for a month’ dead guy that Harry somehow killed when we were babies? That one?”

Harry’s lips are pressed into a tight line as he turns around and marches towards the door. “If you’re just going to ridicule me for telling you, then I’m leaving.”

I sigh at his dramatic exit. “I wasn’t mocking him. It’s just, how could it be Voldemort? It couldn’t have been a ghost since they were in the middle of hunting a second unicorn when we found them. Plus the whole ‘being dead’ thing. Did they fake their death or something? Which would honestly make a lot more sense than being killed by a one year old.”

No one can give me an answer, and though they don’t say it, it’s clear that they’re all doubting Harry’s claim as well. I mean seriously.

If it were true, I think someone would have heard that the former Dark Lord is at England’s premier wizarding school.