AN- This story was adopted from the4gottenmarauder. I hope those of you that began reading it on her profile will still enjoy it. I have some great ideas and hope everything goes well.
Harry Potter watched with wide eyes as the worst of the unforgivables flew from the end of his wand. The world stood still as the sickly green stream of light struck Voldemort over the empty cavity where his heart would be if he had one.
As the dark lords body fell lifelessly to the ground the world began to move again in a wild commotion, Harry's breath caught in his throat as a curse sank into his shoulder. He turned to face Bellatrix LeStrange and lifted his wand with a sneer on his face. He didn't have time however to form any words as an excruciating pain shot through his body.
Harry cried out as he fell to the ground writhing in a pain worse than any cruciatus he had ever received.
When Harry opened his eyes again he was looking around a pale green room Professor Dumbledore was sitting beside the bed in a suit and tie with his long hair tied back in a low ponytail.
"Ah thank goodness you've awoken Mr. Moore." Dumbledore smiled.
"Sir, who are you talking to? I'm Harry. Harry Potter." Harry raised and eyebrow at the man questioning the mans sanity again.
"Oh, it's worse than I feared." Dumbledore clucked his tongue. "I'd hoped some rest would have brought you back to your old self."
"What are you talking about sir? I just defeated Voldemort I'm better than ever." Harry exclaimed smiling brightly.
"Mr. Moore, Your horse threw you a few days ago. You haven't been right since then." Dumbledore shook his head sadly. "You've been talking about magic and a magical school for days."
"Yes, Because I attend Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. You are my headmaster and the greatest wizard of your time." Harry replied waving his arms around excitedly trying to make his point.
"No Mr. Moore. You attend Briarvale academy. You've been with us since the orphanage called us almost seven years ago speaking of your brilliance." Dumbledore shook his head. "I'm the dean of the school Dr. Blackwell."
"Professor Dumbledore, what is wrong with you?" Harry questioned. "My name is Harry James Potter, I attend Hogwarts and I just defeated Voldemort. Why are we sitting here doing nothing?" Harry stopped a moment and looked around. "Where are we anyway?"
"Mr. Moore please listen to me," Dumbledore heaved a deep sigh. "Your name is Josiah Lee Moore. You were out with some of your classmates on a horseback ride, A snake was in your path, as your classmates tell me, your horse reared and threw you off. You are now at a hospital where they can help you to realize the reality of your life versus this alternate universe you created after your accident." Dumbledore smiled softly at the raven haired teen.
"I'm in an insane asylum?" Harry raged. "You're the one who belongs here not me!"
A woman in scrubs rushed into the room and began trying to calm Harry down.
"Mr. Moore you need to calm down before you upset the other patients." She began pushing him down into the bed.
"Then maybe you need to go tend to the other patients then!" Harry screamed. "And my name is Harry Potter I do not know any Moore's!"
After a few minutes of struggling and quite a bit of yelling on Harry's part, another nurse entered the room and shoved a needle into Harry's arm. It didn't take long for Harry to fall back into his pillows asleep.
"He's still having hallucinations." Dumbledore spoke to the nurses. "I'm afraid he'll need to stay, I had so hoped to take him back to the school."
"We will give him the best possible care Dr. Blackwell." One of the nurses smiled placing a hand on Dumbledore's shoulder.
"I can tell you care for him deeply sir. We will contact you immediately if his condition improves." The other offered standing to escort the man out.
Dumbledore waited until he was out of sight before turning on the spot apparating back to Hogwarts school grounds. Volunteers had been working endlessly repairing the damage from the final battle and Dumbledore had called a press conference.
"Thank you all for coming." He began. "I know we are all suffering losses and it saddens me deeply to make this announcement. Harry Potter passed away this morning from his injuries." Dumbledore bowed his head a little. "A true hero with a heart of gold, Harry was a mischievous student with a knack for breaking the rules, but always in the best interest of others." Dumbledore went on to speak about Harry's various achievements before turning to more important matters on his mind. Who the best candidate for minister would be,
Hermione's eyes welled with tears at Dumbledore's announcement. Next to her Ron fainted hitting the ground with a soft thud. Everyone was still in too much shock to notice. Harry had been in the hospital since the battle and Dumbledore hadn't allowed any visitors in to see the teen. She and Ron hadn't been able to say goodbye even.
Hermione didn't notice Draco until his hand was on her shoulder. "I'm so sorry for your loss." He murmured before turning to quickly stride away again.
"Draco wait!" Hermione called out.
Draco stopped with his shoulders hunched and waited for her to catch up to him.
"Did you ever get around to telling him?" Hermione asked softly. Draco turned to face her with a sad smile on his face.
"No, he had enough on his mind already, and I didn't want to give him another reason to hate me."
"Draco, He never hated you. He told me once that he wished he could hate you for everything you'd done to us but he couldn't bring himself to feel that way." Hermione tried to comfort the blond while tears streamed down her cheeks for the loss of her friend.
Draco gave a slight nod before replying. "Go see to the weasel. You and I will talk again soon."
Hermione gave him a quick hug before returning to where Ron was still out cold on the ground. As she worked on bringing him around she thought back to when Draco had originally approached her asking for help.
"Granger?" Draco whispered from behind a book shelf.
"Malfoy if you want to talk to me, you're going to have to come out here and sit down." Hermione replied not taking her eyes off of her book. She had noticed a change in him since school began and she was curious.
"Granger, I need help." He replied moving slowly to sit down next to her looking around the empty library cautiously.
"You've called me names and caused more problems for me than everyone else at this school combined and you want me to help you? Why?" Hermione asked laying her book down.
"I don't want to be one of them anymore. I can't do it." Draco replied.
"And why should I believe you?" Hermione questioned crossing her arms.
"You shouldn't. I mean you really have no reason to." Draco replied flustered. "Use veritaserum I don't care I do whatever I have to to prove myself to you." He reached up to run his hand through his usually pristine hair.
"Malfoy, What is wrong with your arm?" Hermione gasped seeing a dark stain seeping through his shirt sleeve.
"I tried to get rid of it." Draco whispered looking around the library again before pulling up his sleeve. The area around the dark mark looked like hamburger. The snakes head was missing it looked like he had cut it out of his arm. The rest of the mark was red and burnt looking.
"Merlin, What did you do?" Hermione asked holding her hand to her mouth.
"I told you. I tried to get rid of it." Draco sighed pulling his sleeve down again.
"Why me? Why didn't you go to Dumbledore or Harry?" Hermione couldn't stop badgering him with questions.
"Because if I go to Dumbledore with this thing on my arm, he will make me be a spy like Snape. Potter, you know as well as I do tends to act first and think later. He would curse me first then try to figure something out from there. You seemed to be the more intelligent and rational choice." Draco let out a breath looking at the girl waiting for her answer.
"So, what exactly is it you would like me to do Malfoy?" Hermione pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Would you talk to Harry for me? If he tells Dumbledore I wouldn't make a good spy maybe he'll leave me alone." The look on Malfoy's face made him look like an abused puppy.
"Alright. I'll do it." Hermione finally agreed. "Be at the Portrait of the Duke of Petersburg tonight at eight. You better be worth my time." She glared.
"Sorry Granger, I'm gay." Draco winked before striding out of the library leaving a confused Hermione behind.
When Harry woke up again an attractive young nurse was bustling around the room opening the curtains.
"Good morning Mr. Moore." She smiled brightly. "Would you like to get out of bed today and meet the other residents?"
"You make it sound like we are neighbors in an apartment building." Harry scoffed.
"Oh, Come now Mr. Moore cheer up. Let's put a smile on that face. Up you get." The nurse coaxed grabbing for his hands to pull him into a sitting position on the edge of the bed.
Harry rolled his eyes but sat up regardless.
"My name is Melissa," She chirped pulling Harry's shirt over his head.
"And my name is Harry Potter, Now if you don't mind I can dress myself." Harry snapped yanking the clean pajama bottoms out of her hand.
"Of course Mr. Moore." She sighed taking a step away she continued to stand there watching him.
"In privacy please." Harry practically growled.
"I'm sorry Mr. Moore. It's mandatory to keep constant surveillance on you for the first forty-eight hours that you are here.
"Well isn't that just peachy." Harry scowled stripping down and putting the clean clothes on. "Enjoy that part of your job do you?" Harry snapped turning around to see the nurses eyes still on him.
"You know I used to turn my head when my patients changed." Melissa pursed her lips a moment. "But then one time I turned my head and in mere seconds the patient had a fork pressed into my throat. Forgive me for not wanting to go through that again." As she approached him her long hair blew away from her neck and Harry was able to see the scars on her neck where the fork prongs had penetrated the skin.
"But I'm not crazy." Harry replied easily. "I know who I am, where I am. And what's real and fake."
"You are here because you created a magical world in your subconscious and you are unable to tell the difference between the real world and your make believe one. That doesn't sound very sane to me. Though it does sound fun." Melissa winked at him. "Now would you like to meet everyone else or not?"
Harry shook his head, there would be no easy way out of this one.
Draco let himself into his flat throwing his cloak over the arm of a chair. After his parents had been arrested Malfoy Manor was left to him but he had left that life behind and had no desire to return to it.
He plopped into a chair summoning a glass and a bottle of fire whiskey.
Draco sat there sipping his drink thinking about that day. He pulled up his sleeve looking at his forearm. Harry was the reason he no longer had to hide his arm in shame. Hermione was the one he had to thank for that.
A small smile came to his face as he thought back on it.
Draco waited patiently outside of the portrait. He had figured out from the raised voices coming from behind it that this was the private room Potter had been given when they returned for their seventh year of school.
"Fine Hermione, but if he betrays us it's on your head." Harry exclaimed from inside. "Let him in."
Draco stood back as the portrait door opened and Hermione poked her head out. "Get in here before he changes his mind." She snapped.
Draco entered the room looking around at the deep red walls and polished wood paneling.
"Pull up your sleeve and come here Malfoy." Harry demanded.
Draco began to argue about being spoken to like a dog but one glare from Hermione silenced him and he approached to couch Harry was sitting on and pulled up his sleeve.
Harry's had shot out grabbing onto Draco's forearm.
The blond screamed in pain yanking his arm away. "What the hell was that for?" Draco exclaimed wide eyed.
"You're welcome Malfoy." Harry retorted leaning back into the couch with a sneer.
Draco looked closer at his arm. It was still red and burnt but it was only skin. The dark mark no longer marred his pale skin.
"How did you do that?" Draco exclaimed almost laughing in relief.
"The power that he knows not." Harry smirked.
Draco somehow found his way out of his memory with a sad smile. If he had to pinpoint the moment he fell in love with Harry that would be the one.
The4gottenmarauder's original AN- I know this might be a little confusing because it jumps around a lot. That will only happen for the first two or three chapters. Right now I just need you to know everyone's back story. So tell me what you think. Like it? Hate it? Undecided? Read and review. Oh yeah I don't own any of this I just play with it.
AN- everything in this chapter was left exactly as Marauder had it, but I still don't own any of it either.