Chapter one

Harry, Hermione and Ron were sitting with the rest of the Weasley's waiting for the magical mortuary to finish taking details about Fred before taking his body away. Bill and Charlie had spoken with Minerva about taking some food from the kitchens since no one had been at the Burrow in months, naturally she agreed, so the two older Weasley boys headed down into the kitchen. When the magical mortuary were done, Mr. Weasley got all his children, Harry and Hermione into the fireplace in the great hall where they all flooed to the Burrow.

Nobody spoke, Mrs. Weasley bustled around the kitchen, but everyone heard her sniff a few times, then wipe her eyes before she would go back to making a late breakfast for everyone. Harry and Hermione went upstairs to put their bag away. Hermione went straight into Ginny's room, while Harry went into Ron's. The moment Harry sat on his bed, he felt how tired he was, so he lay back and was asleep within minutes.

'Dad, I'm going to sleep for a while. We've been on the go since we left Bills.'

'Alright Ron,' Arthur nodded then watched as his son and Hermione walked up the stairs.

Later that day, Harry slowly woke up. He looked around the small room, noticed the other bed was occupied. He slowly got up and felt the aches and pains all over his body. He looked down and noticed a lot of dirt and grime all over him, but most of all, a lot of dried blood over his shirt. He moved slowly to the door and heard voices coming from down the stairs. Then someone walked up to him.

'You doing alright Harry?' Charlie asked.

Harry jumped and looked around, 'Um, do I know you?'

'Yeah, Charlie remember. You must still be half asleep mate.'

'Charlie,' Harry stared up at him, 'Um, I don't remember, but you called me Harry, is that my name?'

Charlie stared at Harry for a minute, at first thinking Harry might have been joking around, but he knew Harry wouldn't do that, especially now.

'Yeah, Harry Potter, are you serious, you don't know who I am?'

Harry shook his head, 'You look nice and friendly, but I don't know you. I can see blood all over me, did something happen to me, is that why I can't remember?'

'I think I should take you down to mum and dad, work out what's going on.'

'My mum and dad or yours, unless we have the same?'

'Mine, come on, we'll find out what's wrong with you,' Charlie took Harry's arm and led him downstairs, 'Mum, dad, we've got a problem.'

'What is it Charlie, I don't think we could deal with anything else right now,' Arthur said wearily.

'It's Harry, he has no idea who he is, he didn't know who I am.'

'Well, I can tell they're your parents, their redheads. Are they your brothers and sister, since their redheads as well?'

'Yeah, they are Harry, why don't you sit down,' Charlie led Harry to a seat and they both sat but Charlie looked worried.

'I'll contact Poppy, see if she can come quickly, get her to have a look at Harry.' Arthur got up and went to the fireplace.

'What's he doing at the fireplace?'

'He's going to floo someone, the healer from Hogwarts,' Charlie explained.

Harry watched the redheaded man stick his head in, 'Hey, he'll burn himself,' Harry shouted as he went to get up.

Charlie put his hand on Harry's arm, 'No he won't, it's fine. He's just going to talk to someone.'

'Why doesn't he use the phone?'

'Um, Harry, wizards and witches don't use phones, most don't even know what they are. I do as I have muggle friends,' Charlie said.

'Muggles, witches and wizards, what's going on Charlie? Did a witch do something to me, one of those evil witches with warts on their noses with bad hair and teeth? I used to watch movies with those in them.'

'I have no idea what you mean by that. Ginny, go wake Hermione, she might be able to explain things to Harry as she's muggleborn,' Charlie said, then turned back to Harry, 'See Hermione, Ginny and my mum are witches, we're all wizards, so are you. Muggles are non-magical people and Hermione, who's a friend of yours, she has muggle parents but is a witch.'

'I don't understand,' Harry said the redheaded girl and a bushy haired girl walk down stairs.

'Harry,' Hermione knelt down next to him, 'do you know who I am?'

'No, Charlie said Hermione, so is that your name?'

'Yes, we're best friends Harry, along with Ron, Charlie's other brother who's asleep upstairs. You sleep in his room.'

'I saw someone in the other bed. But if I sleep in that room, is this were I live, why don't I live with my parents?'

'Let's explain all that later Harry, this is Poppy Pomfrey, a healer, she's treated you before.' Arthur said.

'A healer, is that like a doctor, because she looks like a nurse.'

'She's like a doctor Harry, but she can do more than doctors. She's looked after you for years when we were students at Hogwarts,' Hermione explained but looked up at Poppy with a worried expression.

'Harry, come in to the living room with me, so I can try and work out why you don't remember.'

Harry looked nervously at Charlie, 'It's fine Harry, I'll come with you, so will Hermione.'

'Okay,' Harry, Charlie and Hermione all walked into the living room with Poppy.

'Just lie down on the couch and I'll see if I can find what's wrong.'

Harry lay down and watched the woman pulled a stick thing out of her sleeve and started to wave it over him.

'What's she doing with that stick?'

'It's a wand Harry, all of us have our own wands, you should have three on you right now. One you like to keep in your sleeve or in your pocket, but let's wait until Madame Pomfrey finishes,' Hermione said watching the matron.

'You look hurt to Charlie, so does everyone else, did we all get in an accident?'

'We'll explain soon Harry,' Charlie said and could see Harry looked confused.

'I need your shirt unbuttoned Harry, you're still bleeding by the look of it.'

'Okay,' Harry unbuttoned his shirt and heard Hermione and the woman gasped.

'You've got another one, Voldemort must have done it,' Charlie said.

'Another what?' Harry looked down and saw a lightning shaped cut on his chest, 'Wow, it's shaped like lightning, but you said another one.'

'On your forehead Harry, you have a lightning shaped scar that you got a long time ago. This one you must have gotten last night.'

'Well Harry, I've healed the couple of broken ribs, but you will need potions for your chest, every day for the next week. I'll let Molly know, she'll be able to make them for you. But do you have pain anywhere else?'

'Um, yeah, my back hurts, feels like I fell on it or something.'

'Sit up and give me a look.'

Harry sat up and removed his shirt, 'It feels sticky, is that bleeding too?'

'Yes, you have a lot of cuts and bruises over you, along with another curse mark. Stay still I'll do another healing charm over you,' she moved her wand over Harry's back, 'There you go, now I can't find anything else wrong, so I have no idea why you can't remember. Maybe it's emotional, due to everything you've been through, especially last night. So I'd say it'll either clear up on its own, or your memory might need to be triggered. If you're still the same in a week, I'll speak with a specialised healer at St Mungo's.'

'So I didn't get hit in the head or anything, because that could cause this.'

'You didn't have any new marks on your head, apart from the few cuts on your face and neck. Are you dizzy at all, lightheaded, anything like that?'

'No, I feel fine apart from the aching muscles.'

'Okay, let me talk to Molly about your potions, maybe Hermione and Ron will be able to tell you things and that might trigger your memory,' she smiled at Harry then left the living room.

'Um Charlie, do you know anything about me?'

'I know some Harry, but since I don't live here, I never spent a lot of time with you. Ron and Hermione are who you spent all your time with.'

'You mentioned Voldemort doing something to me, who's Voldemort, because that is a strange name?'

'His real name was Tom Riddle, does that sound familiar?' Charlie asked.

'No, nothing, but I could use a drink, my throats dry and sore.'

'Come on,' Hermione took Harry's hand.

'Oh, are you my girlfriend Hermione?'

'No, I'm just your friend, but I've always held your hand, but I am Ron's girlfriend.'

'Okay, good, because I don't see you as my girlfriend, but you seem nice though.'

'Thanks,' Hermione smiled and led Harry into the kitchen with Charlie, 'I'll get you a cup of tea, unless you want juice?'

'Cup of tea's fine, thanks.' Harry turned back to Charlie, 'So who is Voldemort and you said he did something to me.'

'Voldemort was a very evil and bad wizard. He killed a lot of people over a lot of years.' Charlie glanced at his father.

'Harry,' Arthur said, 'when you were a year old, he wanted to kill you. There was a reason, I'll explain that later. But he went to your home, your father tried to protect you and your mother, but Voldemort killed him. Then he went upstairs and you're mother refused to move from you, she was trying to protect you, so he killed her too. Then he tried to kill you with the same spell he used on your parents. You got that cut on your forehead and he disappeared.'

'So I'm an orphan, are you like my guardians or something, or are we related?'

'No, we're not related. You became friends with Ron when you were eleven. Ever since then, you stayed here on holidays. See the school all kids go to in the wizarding world is called Hogwarts in this country, you stay there all year, come home only at Christmas time or at the end of the school year. So you used to come here or sometimes you would stay there with Ron and Hermione.'

'Oh, so by the sound of it, I don't have any brothers or sisters?'

'No, you were the first child James and Lily had, they did want more, but as I said, they were killed. Now, we did not know them, but heard about your parents.'

'How old am I then?'

'Nearly eighteen, but in the wizarding world, you're classed as an adult at seventeen. Your birthday is in two months,' Hermione said as she took Harry's hand again.

'Do I have a home or somewhere to go when I finished this Hogwarts?'

'You do own a house that your godfather left you, but you never liked staying there. But there's no hurry Harry. We made you part of our family years ago, that's how we think of you. So you can stay here as long as you like.'

'You said something about me having three wands, but there's nothing in my sleeve or pocket. Maybe I don't own one of those things.'

'All witches and wizards own their own wands, you might have sat them next to your bed when you went to sleep. I'll go see if yours are there,' Hermione got up and went upstairs.

'Why did I have all these cuts and bruises over me, what happened?' Harry asked looking at Charlie.

'There was this huge fight at Hogwarts. All of us, hundreds of people like us that wanted Voldemort gone, we fought him and all his supporters called death eaters, but he also had some others with him, snatchers, giants, even werewolves. At one time he told all of us you were dead and a friend, Hagrid carried you out of the forbidden forest. But you weren't dead, but he must have tried to kill you, that's how you got that other lightning shaped cut on your chest. Everyone was fighting, then you ended up killing him.'

'I killed someone, does that mean I'll go to jail?' Harry asked, still looking at Charlie, but now he looked scared and everyone could see it.