Restoring memories

I don't own any of my characters they belong to marvel and J. . I am writing this story for NaNoWriMo hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

I woke up to find myself lying in a field in the middle of nowhere, I look around and see some skyscrapers in the distance. I wearing blue jeans, a red top, black jacket and a backpack. I stand up and my head throbs, I try to remember what happened but I can't. My memory wasn't very good, I remembered my name and age apart from that nothing, no memory. I headed towards the skyscrapers in the distance, while trying to remember my past.

After ten minuets I reached the city and went into the local store to see if there were any clues as to where I was. I went to the back of the shop and found out was in New York, I was confused about how I got here, but I couldn't remember. I then left the shop to find somewhere to stay, my head still hurt.

I found a small local motel and managed to pay for a room with the money I found on me. I went up to my room and looked around, it was a small room with grey walls, grey bed, small brown bedside table and there was a door leading to a bathroom. I went into to the bathroom an took in my appearance in the mirror, I had short messy black hair, bright green eyes behind my glasses and scar I the shape of a lightning bolt on my forehead. I walked into the main room and sat on the bed, I take the backpack off and look inside it and find some clothes, money and a small red photo album. I grab the album and start looking at the pictures.

There are pictures a lot of pictures of a man who looked like me, tall, slim and same messy back hair but instead of my bright green eyes he had brown and he was lacking my lightning bolt scar. Next to him is always the same woman with long browny-red hair and my bright green eyes, they looked so happy together and in some picture there was a baby with black hair and green eyes I think they're my parents but I can't remember them.

There are also pictures of groups of teenagers with me in them, I guess they were my friends and people from my year, but like I said I don't remember. The only things I know are that my name is Harry James Potter and I'm 17. It's really frustrating and I don't even no why or how I lost my memory, I mean I wouldn't mind as much if I woke up in a hospital with no memory or the back of an ambulance or even in the middle of the road at least I would have a reason for not remembering anything.

I sighed at least I know my name, age and the average stuff someone would. I finished looking through the album then put it down and I was about to grab my bag again when it flew into my hand. I was shocked that wasn't supposed to happen, that's not normal. I stretched my hand out and pointed it at a book on the bedside table, it shot into my hand. I looked down at my hands, why could I do this?

I wanted to see if I could do anything else so I waved my hand and I heard a smashing noise. I looked around to see the mirror and windows broken oops! I waved my hand again and the pieces of glass an mirror flew back and fixed themselves. I went up to the window and inspected the glass, it looked like it had never been broken.

I put the album back in my bag then grabbed my bag and headed out the door. I walked out of the motel I was in and headed to the library I had seen earlier. I walked in side and saw it was only small, it had a couple of shelves filled with books and some computers in the corner.

I went over to one of the computers and turned it on, then I went onto the internet and started looking up about my powers. The only thing it said about them is that they exist in stories and it's called telekinesis. Then I decided to look up my past, I went onto a website that had the records of everyone who was born. I typed in my name and searched the results that came up, but I wasn't there the only people on there are either dead or older than me.

I sighed this was going to be harder than I thought, I can't find any record of me in America so maybe my birth was recorded elsewhere. Two hours later and I still hadn't found anything, I sighed again and decided to give up and look again another day.

I got up and headed to the door but was stopped by two men, the taller one had light brown hair, calculating blue eyes and was wearing blue jeans, a black turtle neck sweater and a brown leather jacket. The shorter one also had light brown hair and warm blue eyes, he was wearing a black suit.

"Do I know you?" I asked them when they stopped me.

"No we've never met" replied the taller man.

"But we need to talk so if you follow us al will be explained" added the shorter one.

I nodded and followed them to the back of the library and we sat at an empty table, with me sitting opposite them. "I'm Professor Charles Xavier" said the shorter one.

"And I'm Erik Lensherr" the taller one told me.

"Harry Potter nice to meet you" I still didn't know why they were here.

"We now about your...ability. We're like you" Charles told me.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion "How do you know about what I can do?"

"Well I'm a telepath and we were using this machine to find people like us...mutants and we found you with it".

"I can control metal" Erik said while waving his hand to lift up a chair. "What can you do?" he asked putting the chair down.

"I'm not sure, I only know I can move stuff with my mind and I broke a widow by waving my and then I waved it again and it fixed. I think that's it but I could be wrong I only discovered my abilities a few hours ago" I replied honestly.

They looked confused then Charles spoke up "That's strange. But the reason we are here is because we are working with the CIA to put together a team of mutants to help take down Sebastian Shaw and a group of mutants who are working with him to start world war three, we want you to help us".

I thought about it for a moment, what have I got to lose? "OK I'll help".

"Great, where do you live we can go there and you can pack a bag then we'll go to the CIA base" Charles asked.

"I've got everything I need in this bag" I said pointing to my backpack. They nodded and we left, then we got into their car and drove off they were in the front and I was in the back.

While we were heading to the base I opened my bag and took the photo album out and started to look through it and stopped on a picture of who I think my parents are. I wish I could remember them and what happened.

Erik turned around in his seat and looked at the photo "Are those your parents?" he asked me.

"I guess so" I replied.

He furrowed his eyebrows and asked"Wouldn't you know if they were your parents if you have a picture of them?"

"Well I probably do know who they are it's just I lost my memory" I replied.

"How did you lose your memory?" asked Charles from the front seat.

"I don't know. I just woke up in a field this morning with this backpack and only the memory of my name and age".

"I'll try to help you remember" Charles said.

"Thanks" I replied.