Forgotten Memories

Disclaimer: Do I really need to? I'm obviously not J.K so there.

Summary: AU Post GoF, Harry comes back from the graveyard without his memory. Who will he turn to for the answers to his identity? And why is everyone calling him Harry? Will eventually be HHr.

A/N: This story popped into my head and I just had to write it down, I will eventually get back to 'The Next Generation' but so far I have no ideas for the next chapter in that story. I know that this has probably been done before, but I don't care. R&R please – Charmedlily

Hermione's POV

'I hate this' I thought to myself as I watched Harry help Cedric with the spider. 'What is he doing?' I wondered when Cedric took a step back from the cup, and then I realized 'He's letting Harry win!' As I watched; Cedric walked over to Harry and helped him hobble over to the cup 'Oh, Harry's going to tie with him so it's a Hogwarts victory.' As they both reached for the cup I couldn't help feeling relief that this tournament would finally be over. 'Wait! Where did they go?' I thought franticly when they disappeared 'they're supposed to appear outside of the maze.' But they didn't…

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Cedric's POV

When we grabbed the cup I knew something was wrong when I felt the familiar tug of a portkey 'the bloody cup is a portkey' I thought to myself when we landed.

"Where are we?" I asked, Harry just shrugged and looked around the graveyard to figure out where we were.

"Did anyone tell you the cup was a portkey?" I asked him.

"Nope, but I highly doubt that this is part of the task Dumbledore wouldn't allow us to leave Hogwarts grounds and we defiantly aren't anywhere near Hogwarts." Harry replied.

Just then we heard someone coming, and Harry fell to the ground in pain; worried I asked "Harry, are you alright?"

"I… I'm alright." He said grimacing in pain wile trying to stand up, seeing that he wasn't going to be able to stand on his own I walked over and helped him stand. "Thanks."

I just smiled grimly then asked "Do you think the cup will take us back?"

But he didn't answer but another voice said "Kill the spare." I shivered the voice sounded cold and cruel.

A few seconds later another voice cried out "Avada Kedavra!"

"Move!" Harry shouted and pulled me behind a tombstone as the jet of green light passed over us.

"Expelliarmus!" The other voice cried out causing our wands to fly out of our hands. The person came forward and picked up our wands from where they fell. When he reached out I noticed that his right hand was missing a finger, a stifled cry from Harry told me he saw it too.

"Wormtail." He whispered making the name sound like it should die along with the person who held it.

"Stupefy!" The Wormtail figure cried out catching me by surprise.

And that's the last thing I remember before Harry revived me and said "Let's go back to Hogwarts; we've got to tell Dumbledore that Voldemort's now officially dead."

I couldn't help shuddering at the feared wizard's name as we walked ,well I walked Harry limped, over to the cup where the man named Wormtail was unconscious and where the thing that once called himself Moldyshorts ,sorry I can't say his name yet, even if he is dead, was.

Harry levitated Moldyshort's body over to where Wormtail was lying and bound them together using a sticking charm. Then he grabbed Wormtail on his left arm and I waited for him to tell me when to grab the cup.

"Ready?" He asked me.

"Yes." I replied never happier to escape from where ever we were.

"On three then, one… two… three!" He said as we grabbed the cup and returned back to Hogwarts.

Hermione's POV

Once Harry and Cedric disappeared the stadium burst into an up roar. Ron turned to me and I just shook my head there was no way I was going to hear him aver everyone.

I made my way into the teacher's area with great difficulty and walked, more like shoved, people and teachers out of my way until I reached Professor McGonagall. Unfortunately or fortunately for her Harry and Cedric reappeared right in front of the teachers.

What happened next is all a blur of motion but one thing stood out; You-Know-Who's body and Harry, sweet Merlin, Harry looked like he was half dead himself.

I noticed that Professor Moody was talking to Harry and did not like his answers because he drew his wand. I don't know why no one stopped him, but I guess it doesn't matter now, for he cried out "Oblivate!" and Harry was blasted back into the hedges.

I ran over praying that an Oblivate couldn't kill someone because I couldn't loose Harry.

Dumbledore reached him first, after rendering Moody unconscious with a Stupefy, and pointed his wand at Harry and said "Ennervate."

"Harry?" He questioned.

The next few words that came out of Harry's mouth nearly broke my heart.

"Who are you? And who am I? What did you call me?"

Dumbledore looked worried and saddened at the same time.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore headmaster of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry, you are Harry James Potter and you attend my school." Dumbledore answered sadly.

"There's no such thing as magic." Harry stated calmly.

"What is your last memory?" I interjected.

He looked at me and said "Who are you?"

I swallowed my tears and replied "I'm Hermione Granger, your best friend."

He just looked at me in puzzlement "But I have no friends, Dudley doesn't let people be my friends."

"You remember Dudley?" Professor Dumbledore asked shocked.

"Yes." He replied.

"What else do you remember Harry?" Professor Dumbledore asked calmly.

"Why are you calling me Harry? My aunt and uncle call me boy, and told me I don't have a name." Harry asked.

Dumbledore looked shocked, then he looked angry 'Note to self, never make Professor Dumbledore angry at you' I thought as I finally found out why Voldie feared Professor Dumbledore.

I interjected before Professor Dumbledore could do anything, sincerely hoping that he was thinking of ways to punish the Dursleys, "Well, everyone has a name and yours is Harry." I said calmly.

"Oh," Harry said "and as to your question I believe I'm 4 years old, because that's how old Dudley is and I'm only a few months younger then him."

'Oh, sweet Merlin! Harry's lost ten years of memories… ten BLOODY years!!!' I thought to myself. Then the implications hit me, if Harry believes he is 4 years old then he doesn't remember anything about magic or Hogwarts or even Sirius! 'I'm going to KILL those… those… grrr there isn't a word that describe those foul things that call themselves people' When I realized that they probably didn't tell Harry his name until kindergarten.

I opened my mouth to ask him another question but Professor Dumbledore stopped me by saying "Why don't we head up to the hospital wing and get you cleaned up and checked over?"

'Good idea, why didn't I think of that? Oh, yea I was to busy thinking of ways to punish the Dursleys without getting caught using magic outside of Hogwarts' I thought as we headed up to the castle.

A/N: Well that's all for now, I hope you like it so far (this chapter is 6 pages and 1,286 words). Please R&R. thanks – Charmedlily

P.S. Thanks Nikki! (longislandgirl88)

Scenes from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J.K Rowling.