Harry's POV

I stirred awake to a pounding headache. Instinctively, my hands flew to my head and I touched a bandage.

Every part of me was sour as I stretched and adjusted my position in the bed.

I lay there thinking about how I got to my room.

The last thing I remembered was the garden. I remembered the rejection, and how Violet's words had cut through me like shards of glass.

I remembered falling and hitting my head on the pavement. Then the warm, soft, familiar scent that had made me feel ...