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Amnesia

I was walking around the school grounds pondering a lot of things; friends, loyalty, choices. Life was supposed to be the sum of your choices but my life was the sum of everyone else's choices. I had been led here to this moment in my life, led by a seemingly invincible force. Sirius was dead and at the time that it happened I couldn't help but feel that it was my fault. Now I couldn't help but feel that it was Dumbledore's fault.

Dumbledore was the man who was the seemingly invincible force the man whose choices had become the sum of my life. The forbidden forest was not a place to walk around in the dead of night but I was here walking around anyway. I heard a noise like footsteps following me but I ignored it. If I was honest I was in a self destructive mood and hoping to die. Well not quite die but you know stir things up a little. I wanted others to experience the chaos in my mind.

The footsteps matched my own and I kept walking deeper and deeper into the forest. I was getting very close to the nest of overgrown spiders but I was not very concerned. Kill or be killed or possibly die either way. My life was most certainly the sum of another's choices.

I never did find out who was following me. I tripped and I fell and I hit my head hard; the pain shot through my entire body like fire and then all was blackness.

"Good morning."

I blinked my eyes open and stared into the red eyes staring down at me. I wanted to ask where I was.

"Good morning."

The red eyes seemed curious and a little cold. They shifted from side to side a bit.

"No screaming, cursing?"

I was confused the man before me was extremely handsome his eyes were strange though. He had thick and wavy black hair full pink lips and a strait perfect nose. He was jarringly handsome and the strange eyes were very alluring.

"Why would I scream?"

There was probably a good reason why I should be screaming. I couldn't remember it at the moment. The handsome man smiled a very cold smile. It seemed his smile did not quite reach is eyes.

"Perhaps you don't recognize me. I am Lord Voldermort."

I didn't know any Lords and I was sure that if I knew any I would remember them. This lord didn't look particularly frightening. This man was gorgeous and I would have remembered seeing him before if I had seen him. There was one problem I couldn't remember anything and I was sure that my head had been full of memories before. Lord Voldermort looked at me curiously like I was lying to him but I hadn't said anything.

"What's your name?"

I thought for a moment probably looking stupid or drunk, who had trouble remembering their name? The answer seemed to be me. I casted around my empty mind trying to dreg up a name; it felt like I was searching through a thick fog.

"Harry Potter."

That was it I only remembered my name. I wasn't even sure if that was my name but those were the only two words that I could recall. Lord Voldermort smiled at me and I smiled back after a moment feeling nervous.

"Hello Harry Potter, you've been in an accident I'm afraid. I found you in the woods unconscious."

I didn't remember being in the woods. I tried to recall what I had been doing before coming here. I tried to remember what I had been doing the day before; nothing came to me if anything the fog seemed to only become thicker.

"I can't remember anything."

It looked for a moment like Lord Voldermort was going to burst out laughing. It struck me as odd I couldn't picture him laughing. Laughing didn't seem quite right for someone like him. Then I reminded myself that I had no idea what he was like.

"That's quite clear, I'm surprised though that you have forgotten me."

It was amazing, how he changed his face so readily. He looked sad enough that I wanted to reach out and hold him and tell him that I was sorry for forgetting him. The word dangerous floated to the surface of my mind.

"I'm sorry Lord Voldermort should I remember you?"

He looked again like was about to laugh. He schooled his face again quickly into the concerned and hurt mask. I blinked the word dangerous now sticking. Whoever this man was he wasn't good news.

"You may call me Tom, and you should remember me Harry you are my spouse."

I'm not sure what expression came over my face but Tom looked amused. The bed I was lying on felt stiff like stone. I was about to look around the room but I was scooped up by Tom. He held me in such a way that my face was buried in his shoulder and I could not see where I was. A few moments later I was in a considerably softer bed.

"Sleep."

I tried to fight it but my body seemed very inclined to sleep and suddenly I was under. I slept peacefully and when I woke I was alone in a well furnished room. The bed was draped with red velvet and the sheets where black and warm and thick. I snuggled into the pillows content for now not to worry about why I was here or who I was. I hoped to stay in this state for a long time but I knew it wouldn't last.

I could already feel my panic rising below the surface. Tom came in the room I got the feeling he was deliberately making a lot of noise to alert me to his presence. He looked very concerned and he caressed my cheek with a slightly cold touch of his hand.

"Harry, how are you feeling?"

Not well was my first thought. I shouldn't be here with you, but I can't remember why. I sighed softly feeling frustrated. There seemed to be about a million Tom's. I could not shake the feeling that he was concealing something.

"I feel rested I suppose. Where am I?"

Once again Tom looked amused. I narrowed my eyes and he looked serious at once.

"You are home in our bed. I was so worried about you, you went missing and no one could find you."

I felt like screaming but didn't want to appear even more delusional. I was already down one point with my memory loss. If I started throwing a tantrum then whatever game we were playing would be over at least for me.

"When did I go missing?"

Tom took a moment looking at me with a strange glint in his eyes. Then he turned away. I swore I caught him smirking though he was trying to hide it. He turned around to face me again looking just slightly nervous. This man had so many faces!

"A few nights ago we had an argument and you stormed out. I got worried when you didn't come home in the morning."

None of that sounded quite right. We fought and I stormed out? I couldn't quite picture it, but I couldn't picture anything else either not even my own face.

"Do we fight often?"

Tom smiled not bothering to hide it this time. He looked truly amused like he could laugh himself silly if I said one more thing. He shifted his black robes making a soft sound. I had never seen such a beautiful man. Of course I couldn't remember ever seeing a man dressed in such a fashion.

"No we nearly never fight but you were upset with one of my men for attacking your friend however your friend was out of line."

My ears perked up on the word friend and the phrase 'my men'. If I did have friends why weren't they looking for me?

"One of your men? What type of Lord are you?"

Tom chuckled a bit at that. It seemed he was barely restraining himself from falling into a fit of laughter. I felt myself becoming irritated but I supposed it might be a little funny to someone who had their memory intact.

"I am a Dark Lord. I want what is best for our world and therefore I am considered evil, but I mean no harm. There are some things that need to be sacrificed for change and I am willing to sacrifice those things. There are those however that are not quite so willing to do what needs to be done and to lose what needs to be lost. Alas I am very hated by some of our people. I am confident though that when I achieve my victory these people will see that it was for the best and that what was lost can be rebuilt for the better."

He was playing with his words. I could tell that much. He wanted what was best for his world and no one else's. The loss he was speaking about had to be something substantial for him to be so hated.

"What world are you talking about?"

For a moment Tom looked excited then his expression morphed into sorrow and grief. He rubbed my cheek again with his open palm. He leaned in and I instinctively pulled away and for a moment I felt a soul chilling fear.

"Am I frightening you sweet heart?"

He was frightening me. There was something telling me that this was not a normal interaction between him and I. I knew I had encountered him before and the only thing that sounded true was that we had fought. I was almost sure that none of those fights had been a lover's quarrel. I remembered green light for a second a lot of green light and a man with twinkling blue eyes.

"Am I truly your spouse?"

He managed to look like I had punched him in the gut. He caressed me again very softly and looked me the eyes his face coming closer.

"Why would I lie to you?"

I didn't know. I had no idea who I was or if I was important. It occurred to me that if he was the dark lord than there must be a light lord. What if I was the light lord? I would be a laughing stock for sure if I was. What Lord would fall so easily in to an opposing Lord's trap?

"That's just it, I have no idea."

Tom moved away from me and looked at the floor for a moment with his face completely blank.

"Trust me Harry, we were about to be married."

I was embraced suddenly very tightly and my face was forced into Tom's shoulder.

"I'm so happy I got you back, I love you so much."

It's become true I suppose. Tom does love me and I do love him it has been over one hundred years and what is not to love about a man who wants to conquer the world and succeeds? It was different today though something had changed.

It wasn't unusual for something like this to happen. I would get flashes at random moments, very clear pieces of a life I could not remember. I knew my name and that was all. Over one hundred years had gone by. Everything we had wanted had been accomplished.

There was one problem today those memory flashes that were incomplete and out of order and completely unimportant to me became very significant. Everything I had done had been a lie. I loved the man who told me all these lies; I loved him with all my soul. It was too late to go back now; it was too late for a lot of things. I had sold my soul for him.

"What are you thinking about now? Shall I get Paris for you; you seemed to like the city?"

I tried to muster up the hate I could barely remember feeling. It was difficult though I hadn't felt it for so long. I loved that he was so evil and crafty. I smiled again I supposed there was nothing really left to do about what he had done it had been out of love.

"Yes its been long enough hasn't it? Those muggles have been running free for too long. I would very much like Paris."

Tom smiled his award winning smile, all flashing white teeth and thrilling red eyes.

"Then it is yours, I am but a humble servant to your whims."

Tom was humble as fire, but I nodded beginning to feel strange. Everything was there in a jumble, all of my life before Tom and one thing was becoming clear to me.

"Oh hush Tom you're never humble."

He smirked and I felt a twinge in my scar. The scar Tom gave me when he tried to kill me after killing my parents. My face was stuck in a stiff smile.

"For you Harry I am many things."

Indeed. I nodded stiffly again looking out at the throne room. It was ornate and gold. The carpet was red and thick. I watched my knuckles turn white; I was gripping the snake head arm rest of my throne very tightly. I looked at the snake it had emeralds for eyes. The throne had been a gift to me sitting at the same level as Tom's to signify that we were equals.

"Very true you're a snake."

My face felt like it had become stone. I was going to kill Tom for this. I prayed that Damien would be alright.

"You love it."

I did love it. Tom was alluring even now when I knew what he had done.

"Yes."

I grew silent and looked forward. We were sitting in the throne room. We had no audience at the moment but someone would be coming in. Tom looked at me and narrowed his eyes.

"What is it?"

I was surprised he had gone so long with out noticing my growing agitation. He liked to aggravate me though so perhaps he noticed but hadn't cared.

"You killed my parents."

Tom stood up he looked furious and he drew his wand on me I drew my wand on him just as fast. I stared into his eyes and he stared into mine. He knew that something had changed.

"What else?"

What else. He had kept me for this, unable to kill me because of lust. I would kill him now if it was at all possible. Truth be told I didn't expect anything to happen. I couldn't be killed and neither could he. In a twisted way the prophecy had been fulfilled neither of us was living. I wanted to rattle him though, if nothing else I would feel better and when our guest was finished we could make up spectacularly.

"Neither can live while the other survives."

Tom's eyes widened and I was surprised to see a small amount of relief but it was mostly fury Tom hated being caught.

"This is it then my sweet."

I nodded and flourished my wand needlessly Tom smiled charmingly.

"Yes this is it then Tom."

At the same moment we cast the deadly spell and I was thrown into oblivion, I was thrown into the beginning…

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