Identity Crisis

by Chibi Koneko-chan

After an accident, Harry gets amnesia while the Dursleys plants some false memories into him. What's he going to do when some 'strangers' comes knocking on his door and telling him he's a wizard? [Changed Pen Name]

Identity Crisis

Disclaimer: I wouldn't be writing a fanfic if Harry Potter belonged to me.

Prolouge - Forgetting

It was a sunny day. One of those days which you can practically hear birds chirping and all you see are good things. One of those days which you feel nothing can go wrong and won't get out of the wrong side of bad.

It was a good day. For most people.

For Harry, it was a bad day.

And it's about to get worse.

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Harry was sleeping peacefully for once when a few sharp taps on the door woke him up. "Potter! Get your lazy butt out of bed!", a shrill voice came from the other side of the door before footsteps became softer as it went away from his room.

Groaning a bit as he complied, Harry tripped over a loose floorboard and fell flat on his face. He could tell that it was going to be one very long day. Looking at the calendar on the wall as he cooked breakfast (A/N: I skipped the part about how he got up, brushed his teeth, blah, blah, blah). Monday. It figures.

"I'm hungry! He's so slow!", Dudley whined.

"Hurry up boy!", Vernon barked.

Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes. It wouldn't do to not have breakfast that morning considering the long list of chores his Aunt Petunia has prepared just for him. Instead, he rooted for the safer way of insulting: in his mind.

It's not my fault that the food cooks so slowly, and it's not as if you couldn't cook yourself, Harry thought while he served the food to the two pi - uh, I mean, people at the table. After having his breakfast (a burnt toast and a glass of water), he started to get to work. Starting from the backyard.

As he mowed, he heard children running about, screaming, shouting and gossiping women. Just as he put the mower back after 15 minutes, he saw a black dog (A/N: Sorry, I have no knowledge whatsoever of the different species of dogs) and was reminded forcefully of Sirius. He felt his eyes water for the fifth time these past weeks.

He wiped his eyes quickly when he remembered what he was supposed to be doing. Just as he was ready to move on to the next chore, a roof pipe came crushing down and hit him directly on his head.

And everything went black.

End of Prolouge

Next Chapter: Starting Anew

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