Total Recall (Amplified)
A/N: I adopted this from coastalfirebird
A/N2: AU warning! Luna is the new incarnation of the Oracle of Delphi. Also, Ginny is a programmed fan-girl that desires Harry's affection. Dark Dumbledore, Severus enslaved, and Minerva under blackmail, only expound Harry's problems. If this bothers you, then I suggest that you do not read it. Read and Reply please. Enjoy!
Summary: Harry and gang are leaving the Great Hall and Draco decides to curse Harry. When it does something other than what the caster intended, the world gets turned on its head. Hermione must face shocking truths to save her friend, and trust in a strange man if they are to save the world.
Chapter One: It All Comes Back
It was only a few minutes after the welcoming feast in the Great Hall, where Dumbledore announced the beginnings of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. A fourteen year old raven-haired wizard named Harry Potter , his best friend – a brunnette witch named Hermione and his other friend – a red-headed wizard named Ron; were slowly getting ready to go to the common room, while catching up with each other. Suddenly, a blonde-haired wizard named Draco Malfoy, and his mindless minions – Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, sauntered up behind Harry.
"So, Potter!" Draco sneered, "I bet it just kills you that Quidditch is going to be canceled this year. Now, you will not be able to put yourself in the spotlight!"
"Bugger off, Malfoy!" Ron's anger flared up around the slimy git. "He is only ever in the spotlight because he kicks Slytherin's arse every year!"
"Well it is quite obvious that he finds some way to cheat, Is it not? He who-" Draco was cut off as Ron lifted his wand towards him. Harry just managed to grab Ron's hand, and shook his head in sternly.
"Don't do it, Mate. He just wants us to get expelled so that his father would have a chance to buy his way back onto the Board of Govenors. No matter how much of a disgrace he is to wizard-kind, you know that to be true." Harry ended his statement by looking pointedly at Draco, whose face had grown a furious shade of red.
"Watch it, Potter! You will learn to respect your betters or they will eventually put you in your place."
"What betters are you refering to? You are a mediocre wizard at best, and the only thing you excel in is Potions, which happens to be taught by your Head of House. In everything else we find that you are a disgrace to your kind, and to yourfamily." Harry proclaimed.
"At least I still have my family, eh, orphan?" Draco taunted. Hermione gasped. Said witch's face suddenly was filled with rage. Ron's face, on the other hand, just became a darker red.
"At least I, along with the rest of the wizarding world, can be proud of my family." Harry turned and motioned to Ron to start walking.
Hermione yelled "Harry look out!"
Harry turned face Hermione to see that she was pointing behind him. He then spun to look at Draco, and saw he was pointing his wand at him.
"MEMORIAS RETRACTATUR!" A bright yellow light hit Harry directly in his forehead.
Harry grabbed his head with both hands and started screaming out in pain.
Hermione and Ron, even a pale Draco, looked on in horror as Harry fell to his knees and continued screaming. Dumbledore rushed from the staff table and knelt by him as the other students rushed back from the halls to find out what was going on.
"Harry! What's wrong! What happened here?" Dumbledore looked at the others, and noticed Draco's wand out.
"Malfoy cursed Harry, Professor!" Hermione was the first to return to her senses. She couldn't take her eyes off of Harry's face as it twisted in agony. At this point his screams were blood curdling.
"What curse Mr. Malfoy?!"
"Memorias retractatur, it isn't supposed to do this! I was told it only made a person relive the last year of their life!" Malfoy was beginning to panic. He had gotten angry and cursed Potter in front of several witnesses, not to mention the entire staff. There was no way he wouldn't get in trouble for this one.
"No, Mr. Malfoy it causes them to relive their ENTIRE life all over again!" Dumbledore turned to Harry and his face paled. There was no way his life could have been so horrifying as to cause this much pain, was there?
"YOU BLOODY IDIOT!" Everyone's attention snapped to Harry as he was yelling in pain. His voice was amplified by magic. "I FORGOT EVERYTHING BECAUSE OF YOU! IF I HADENT' PUT THOSE WARDS UP YOU WOULD NOT HAVE DONE WHAT YOU DID! I WILL MAKE YOU PAY-AHHHH!" Harry doubled over with his arms wrapped around his midsection. Hermione immediately went and knelt beside him. She wrapped her arms around him trying to comfort him because she thought it was about to be over.
"Harry, it'll be okay, we just nee-"
"DUMBLEDORE, GET EVERYONE OUT IMMEDIATELY! MY WARDS ARE FAILING!" Tears were leaking down Harry's face as he tried to maintain his magic, but it burst out of him. It wrapped him and Hermione in a bubble of magic. It had tendrils that reached out like little flames for anything close by.
"Hermione is with us? I like her. She will stay with us." A very young boy's voice could be heard by those in or near the Great Hall.
"HURRY, GET EVERYONE OUT OF HERE!" The bubble of magic began to pulse with a resounding like the sound of a heartbeat. Each pulse of magic could be felt by everyone within the castle. To those within the Great Hall and just outside the doors it was as if they were hit with a very strong blast of wind with each pulse.
"Everyone out of the Hall and to your dorms immediately, MOVE!" Dumbledore's mind was grabbing for answers to Harry's statements. The little boy's voice was a side effect of the spell, but how could Harry know about the memory charms? The level of magic he was putting off was frightening. Dumbledore had never met a wizard that was capable of this kind of magic. This could wait however the safety of the other children was more important than his favorite student.
"DUMBLEDORE GET OUT, OR YOU WILL REGRET STAYING!" By now, the Hall was empty except for Dumbledore, Harry, Hermione, and the staff.
"But Miss Granger IS…!"
"Our Hermione is safe with us. We need her." That hauntingly young voice came again.
"SHE IS SAFE! GO!" Dumbledore realized that he had no choice, as his very magic was being absorbed by Harry's aura.
"Albus we have to get Miss Granger out of there!" Minerva was terrified. She saw Dumbledore's stunner rebound off the barrier Harry constructed.
"If I were to try something stronger. his magic might react even more violently. It could destroy me and anything else that Mr. Potter perceives as a threat. We can only hope his reserves die out quickly." He turned to Snape. "Get Mr. Malfoy to my office immediately."
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Hermione found herself standing in the middle of a maelstrom of magic, holding onto Harry for dear life. The child's voice was still ringing in her ear. It sounded so much like the eleven year old Harry it wasn't even funny. The child sounded scared to death. Something that Harry never was. Harry continued to screaming as if he was in severe pain.
"It is okay Harry, I am here. I am not going to leave you." Hermione couldn't remember feeling so scared in her life.
"Will you help us Hermione?" The little boy voice pleaded.
"Yes of course I will help you, Harry. That is what friends are for." She said as tenderly as possible.
"Thank you, Hermione. Help me please."
Hermione then felt a pulling sensation tug at the back of her mind. Then, it felt like she was be sucked through a really small straw. The world blurred around her until it went completely black. Hermione looked around trying to find Harry. The only thing she could see was the proverbial light at the end of a really long tunnel.
As she made her way toward the light, Hermione could hear people yelling, and what sound like a child crying. As she approached the light, the sounds stopped. All she could hear was the chirping of song birds, and the familiar hooting of Hedgewig. When she touched the light, it enveloped her. When the light faded, she looked around. She was now in a small woodland area. In the center was a small raven-haired boy standing in front of a floating box. When the boy turned around, Hermione gasped at what she saw. It was a young Harry, whose face was covered in bruises all the way down to his legs.
"Who hurt you Harry?" Hermione wanted to kick herself. There was only one person who could have done this: Vernon Dursley.
"My uncle and my cousin, they enjoy doing it." Young Harry was looking at the ground as he said this.
If she was not contemplating reporting the Dursley's before, she was now. How could how anyone could do this to a child? "Harry, how often do they do this to you."
"Let me show you." Harry waved what looked like a fractured hand, and the scenery changed.
Hermione was now standing in a beautifully decorated and clean kitchen. Turning around she saw three people gathered around entrance to the kitchen. They were glaring down at something. As she approached the group she saw a pair of glasses on the ground in a pool of blood, and young raven haired boy griping his arm. It took her a few seconds to recognize him through all the bruises, but she finally realized she was looking at Harry.
"You little FREAK how dare you! You did better than our Duddikens in school!" The thin vulture-looking woman screamed.
"Yeah you FREAK!" The fat little boy said, before kicking Harry in the ribs.
"The next time you do that, it will be worse for you!" said the large fat man, who looked more like walrus than a human being. He then brought his large hand down across the thin boy's face.
The man then picked Harry up and took him to the sink, forcing his hand away from a horrible gash on his forearm. He then took a large container of salt and poured its contents over Harry's wound. Hermione watched as the boys face contorted in severe pain, yet he did not scream. The woman took some gauze out of a Teflon container and soaked it in rubbing alchohol. When her husband was done with the salt, she began 'treating' Harry's wound.
"No, Aunt Petunia, I won't do it again I promise!" Harry screamed, trying to get away from the couple; but he was quite unable to, because of his uncle's grip, and his cousin blocking his backward movement.
"I know you won't, you little FREAK!" As she wrapped the gauze around the wound, Harry screamed in agony.
As Hermione went for her wand, the scene faded. She found herself once again in the beautiful forest and the bruised little Harry. Hermione ran up to him, but when he flinched, she stopped immediately. "I am sorry Harry, I didn't mean to frighten you. Is there anything I can do for you? Does Dumbledore know?" At the mere mention of the Headmasters name, the sky darkened and lightning arced across the sky. "What is wrong Harry? Did the Headmaster do something?"
"What has he not done?" the sound of a six year old voice growling with rage was terrifying.
"Show me Harry."
With that, the scene started to fade again. This time, she was in the school library. She and Harry were sitting around a study table. She could see the time turner around her neck, and knew this was last year; though why it was on display for Harry to see was beyond her. With them was a little blonde girl. She looked about Harry's age, but the book she was studying was a second year book. The three of them seemed real close. The most surprising thing about the scene was that Harry was studying from the Arithmancy text book, and not the Divinations textbook.
"Hey Hermione, did you get this calculations on page 187?" Harry asked, leaning in closer to the brunette.
"No, I haven't got there yet Harry, and if you keep trying to snog me while we study, there will be no snogging later." The other Hermione said this with a smile on her face, and then leaned in a placed a tender kiss on Harry's lips.
This sight shocked the older Granger. She had no memory of this event, and she was certain that she would remember kissing the boy she has a big crush on. She wondered how on earth she could not remember doing this. The laughing of the little blonde girl made it clear that the three were close friends.
"Oh would you two stop it already. You are giving me cavities." The cheery voice of the blonde girl made Hermione smile; she could see herself being friends with someone so cheerful.
"Oh come on Luna, you know you couldn't stop yourself from doing the same." Harry jovial laugh seemed to make the young girl blush. "Besides I have told Dumbledore that I am going to be emancipating myself at the end of the year."
Luna got this shocked look on her face before she spoke with a more mature tone of voice. "Harry you should not have done that. A dark lord has gained this knowledge, and before you ask I am talking about…"
"Me." Hermione spun around at the sound of Professor Dumbledore's voice. The wicked gleam in his eyes spoke volumes to Hermione. The old man was not there to offer a Lemon Drop he probably wanted to kill them. "Your powers Ms. Lovegood continue to amaze me."
"Don't you dare talk to me, you wretched old fool!" The young Ravenclaw spat at the headmaster. "You allow him to use my gifts!" Luna seemed to be one the verge of tears at this point.
"Those gifts are special. What is the harm in letting your father profit from it?" The headmaster seemed almost ecstatic about the news.
"You knew what her father did to her?" Harry screamed.
"Of course Harry just like I know what your aunt and uncle do to you, Obliviate!" The old man cast the memory charm before Snape did the same to her younger self. Luna leapt to her feet, and ran behind the bookshelf. "Come on now young oracle, let's not make this harder than it has to be."
In the same ethereal voice the blonde responded "There will come a day when all your deeds will come, and you will reap the foul fruit you have sown. You will suffer Albus, for what you have done this day."
"I am sure I will." He said, before silently casting a spell that knocked the young girl off her feet, and then another one, assumedly to wipe her memory.
When this scene faded, Hermione did not know which emotion to react on: sorrow or rage. Turning around, Hermione saw a new Harry. This one looked a little bit older, maybe eleven years old. He had less bruises, but his eyes carried this broken spirit that Hermione thought she had fixed. She gently walked over to him slowly and held out her hands.
When he took them she asked "I told you I loved you?"
"Yes at least a hundred times, and Luna too." Harry smiled at her lovingly. "You probably don't remember how happy it made her feel when you told her that you didn't mind sharing me, especially with her."
"So you know huh?" the brunette could no longer keep the crimson from her cheeks.
"Yes and so does she." Harry said with a Cheshire cat grin.
"So how do you know all of this?"
"Draco's spell caused me to relive my life from birth till now. What to you probably looked like a few minutes to you, was fourteen years of pain and suffering for me. I think this is causing Dumbledore to do massive calculations on what to Obliviate." Harry had this nearly evil smirk on his face.
"Harry, don't become like the two of them." Hermione pleaded.
"I won't love."
"No, No, NO!" Hermione heard the little Harry's voice again.
"What is wrong Harry?"
"He is trying to keep the ward up, but is failing horribly. Maybe you should talk to him, before he sets off a chain reaction."
Hermione just nodded. She did not want to think of what would happen if the magical equivalent of a nuclear bomb exploded. As she approached the scared and bruised boy she saw him forming and then reforming a cylinder of magical energy around a glowing orb. She wondered if this was the ward Harry had told Malfoy about, and waited for the younger Harry to notice her. "Hey Harry, what are you doing?"
"Trying to stay normal," she watched as the blue green cylinder collapse again. "Why do ask?"
"Because I care about you Harry." She kneeled down next to the little boy. "I don't want you to get hurt any more, or for you to hurt yourself." She said this as softly as possible.
"You're just saying that because you are afraid of dying." Harry said angrily.
"No I am not Harry. I am afraid for you. What your aunt and uncle do is criminal, and as far as the headmaster is concerned he can rot in whatever hellhole he crawled out of." Her voice carried this new visceral hatred for the old coot.
The young Harry looked up at her. "You care about me?"
"More than you know Harry. More than you know." She placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Will you ever leave me?"
"Not of my own free will I promise." Hermione was watching the cylinder as she said this, and prayed the younger Harry believed her.
A bright light filled the area as the cylinder cracked, and then faded away completely. When the light faded, Hermione turned to the younger Harry to see him smiling up at her, and she returned the gesture in kind. The older Harry coughed, and the other two individuals looked over at him. She could see him smiling brightly. He now looked fourteen, and had no physical injuries. He mouthed 'Thank you' to her. Then, she felt the pulling sensation again. This time it was at the front of her skull, just under her nose. Once again, she found herself being pulled through the dark tunnel; but this time instead of sounds of pain and sorrow, Hermione heard laughter.
As she pasted through the light this time, she was thrown to the ground. Once she regained her bearings, she ran over to an unconscious Harry.
"He will be fine, Ms. Granger." The unfamiliar voice caused Hermione to draw her wand and spin around. What she saw surprised her. The man had long silver hair and crystal green eyes. His long gray robes looked a little tattered but well made. He was balancing his wand on the tip of his left index finger. One thing was certain, this was not the headmaster. "Are you okay?"
"Tell me your name, and then I will answer." Hermione spat back at the man.
"Given what you have just learned, I would have thought you would be more aggressive; but then again, maybe not." He looked at her for a long moment before replying "Merlin."
"Bull shite. You expect me to believe that you are Merlin?" Hermione spat at the man. "Keep dreaming."
"Then how do you explain Mr. Malfoy's knowledge of a very rare spell, one his father doesn't even know? Also, how does one get into a place that prevents apparition?" Hermione raised an eyebrow at this, until she heard the familiar pop of a teleporting body, shortly followed by the same sound behind her. "Now are you coming, or are Harry and I going alone?"
"Where are you taking him?" Hermione screamed.
"Some place where he can learn mental protection. So are you coming?" The man gripped Harry's arm with one hand, and held out the other for her. Hearing the headmaster on the other side of the door, she decided to take her chances and grabbed the man's hand. She then felt like she was being pulled through a straw.
Meanwhile….
Dumbledore marched into his office, where his eyes fell on the terrified Malfoy scion. He didn't dare crack a smile, but could not deny that he always wanted to be in this position. The boy's father refused to join his cause. He chose instead to favor his former pupil Voldemort and his foolish pure-blood crusade. This was going to be sweet on his lips.
"Draco. do you realize what you have done?" the sarcasm was thick in his words.
"Of course not Professor, how could I have known Potter had such a horrible life?" The ground shook once more. "How is this possible headmaster? If the spell only makes them relive their life, how is it Potter's magic is out of control?"
"It is simple Draco; the boy must have at a very early age constructed a crude ward around his magical core…"
"That's stupid." Draco sneered at Dumbledore.
"SILENCE," Draco lurched back in his chair. "You do not understand, Draco. If this is the case, then Mr. Potter's magical core is on par with MINE, and we can't have that."
"What are you talking about?" Draco's voice had lost all of its bravado.
"You father has probably told you the truth about me, am I correct?" The headmaster had the familiar gleam in his eyes.
"He says you are a mudblood loving fool." Draco spat in indignation.
"Ah well, he is both right and wrong. You see Draco, I side with them because of their numbers not out of a notion of sympathy."
"What do you mean?" the youngest Malfoy was two shades pale than normal at this point.
"I taught Lord Voldemort everything he knows about the dark arts, but he went behind my back on the horcruxes. The blithering idiot does not realize how they weaken you."
"How do you know about them?" Snape quizzed.
"I was there when he made the first one." Dumbledore turned back to Draco. "Now, Mr. Malfoy, I assume you will chose the right side of the fight to come."
"What about Potter?" the genuine concern in the blonde's voice was apparent.
"Mr. Weasley will take care of him if he becomes a problem." He gestured to Ronald. "Now back to your dorm Mr. Malfoy, and pray the castle does not fall on you along the way."
Draco ran from the office, and all that Dumbledore could do was laugh. He turned back to Minerva. She was ashen-faced. She had never expected him to know so much dark magic until she saw him fight Riddle for the first time. The boy did not even stand a chance, but from that encounter, she never looked at him the same way again. She could no more leave his service, than could Snape. Her bindings, thankfully, weren't magical like Snape's. During the time she joined his service, homophobia was still in abundance, and in return for not outing her from the broom closet, she swore her allegiance. As soon as she noticed the dark lord looking at her, she turned and walked away.
"Is something wrong professor?" Dumbledore smiled at the retreating lioness.
"No I just want to go cheek on my charges."
Dumbledore laughed. "Are you sure it is not Professor Charity?"
"While the thought is there, my lord, I will save that for later."
As she reached the stairs, the shaking stopped. The professors looked at each other for one second, then ran back down the stairs. Once there, Dumbledore could still feel immense magic on the other side of the door. They were joined by the head boy and girl, along with the other professors.
"Do you think they are okay, Albus?" Minerva's constant concern was annoying at the best of times, and now was not one of the best times.
"I don't know, Minerva, but I will obliviate the boy into next year if he remembers last year's debacle." He dispelled the charms, and opened the door.
The professors were greeted with an empty room. The tables and chairs were destroyed or missing. And the two students were nowhere to be seen.
Dumbledore had only one response. "No, it can't be."
"Master, perhaps you should have heeded the words of the young oracle." was Severus's only response.
Turning to Flitwick the headmaster asked. "Where is Ms. Lovegood?"
"That is why I was looking for you headmaster. She is missing." The diminutive man said looking up at the elderly wizard.
"What does this mean, Albus?" Minerva asked more concerned now than ever.
He just looked blankly into the room, uncertain as to what it all meant. "I don't know, Minerva. I really don't know."
