Amnesia by Chibikan
Disclaimer: Do not own Harry Potter.
SUMMARY: A cute idea I thought up while sweeping this morning at work, Voldemort is in a minor accident caused by one of his more clumsy followers and awakes with amnesia and somehow makes his way to London, to Diagon Alley, with only one name on his mind, Harry Potter.
Prologue:
"Ughhhh…….." The Dark Lord groaned, with a pounding headache, in his large, comfortable bed.
He tried to look around, but things were out of focus. He saw instead several forms fighting their way to his side as he fought for consciousness. What had happened? How had he gotten there? A wheezy voiced man was mopping his forehead as he mumbled nonsense. Another shadowy figure hovered over him as someone tried to push him aside.
It was when the wheezy man managed to fall forward, pushed by another, on top of him that he finally heard real voices saying real words.
"Wormtail! You great oaf, get out of here, you're only making things worse!" said a man with a haughty tone. "Master, are you alright?" He took the place of the man called Wormtail.
The Dark Lord was finally able to focus. He was able to deduce that somehow he'd gotten a head injury and was obviously suffering a slight concussion. He saw at his side a man with long, platinum blonde hair. "What….what happened?"
"You fell Master, fell and hit your head. It was Wormtail's fault!"
Voldemort nodded. "Oh, and you are?" He struggled, he couldn't seem to remember the man's name. He knew he should, but he couldn't.
The blonde looked uncomfortable. "It's me, Master, Malfoy."
Another nod. "Yes, Malfoy, that's right. One more question."
"Yes, Master?"
"Who am I?"
AN: Yes, I know this is short, just like all my others. But you get the idea, it's just a prologue, and that is two new stories in one day. This one promises to be a good one. Please R&R