Summary: Harry loses his memories in an fight against a few Death Eater left behind after Voldemort's demise, leaving him with only his first 5 years at Hogwarts intact, now his friends must do the impossible to help him recover what is lost, uncovering a plan that could very well shake the foundations of all they ever believed in. Grey, Independent! Harry, Alive! Sirius, Dumbledore/Weasley bashing (just some of them)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did Sirius wouldn't end up dying just because I felt like making Harry more angsty.

(A/N: This is my first story so any positive feedback would be appreciated; Story is also in need for betas, so if you want it just PM me or leave a review) This story will not follow HBP or the DH completely, so expect complete randomness at a few points

-STORY START-

Pain, unholy and unbidden, went through my head; it felt as if someone decided that using a mallet on it was a good idea, while I lifted my hands to try to ease some of it, I noticed that they felt as if they were made of lead

Opening my eyes, I tried to cry out loud, only to feel as if my throat was stuffed with cotton. I looked around for a moment, momentarily rewarded with the sight of a glass of water on a small nightstand, taking it with a little difficulty, I quickly drained its contents feeling that lump on my throat leave, also noticing that some of the pain in my head started to go. Staring at the glass, I briefly wondered what it was, but didn't mull on it for very long; there were more pressing matters at the moment.

'Where am I…?'

I was lying on a queen sized bed, it was right next to a closed window that led to the outdoors, that let letting me see a small garden with a few flowers here and there, peeling my eyes from the scenery, I kept searching for anything that would leave a clue to where I was. On the other side of the bed there was what I assumed was a dresser, but couldn't be sure

There was a small sofa in the corner, it was one of those sofas that couples use when they wanted to sit together and not have to make a excuse as to why they were sitting so close together if caught, it was a dark brown and had a few red and gold pillows on it, looking at it a bit closer, I noticed that a small place in the middle looked slightly sunken, as if someone was on it not too long ago, a little to the left of one of the pillows there was a small picture frame.

Wanting to get up and check it out, I fought with my, now a little less, pained muscles. Ignoring it, I mustered all my willpower to make myself move, convinced that the picture frame would hold at least some kind of answer. Slowly, I managed to make myself sit up on the bed. It seemed incredible that such a small amount of movement would tire me out so much; however, I endured, and managed to make my legs move. Slowly, ever so slowly, I used the bedpost as a pillar to make myself leave the bed, but as some as my feet touched the cold floor, I realized something was wrong

Temporarily forgetting the frame, I looked at myself, there was a lot more of my body than I remembered, and were my legs always this muscled before?

I was dressed in a plain yellow sleeveless shirt that covered (badly) a scar that appeared to go from my left shoulder to just before my stomach. I was also wearing a pair of shorts that stopped a few inches over my knees. 'If I find whoever dressed my like this, there will be hell to pay. Maybe they dressed me like this to not make escaping an option'

After a while of inspecting my body for more possible changes, I replanted my ideals, deciding that the picture frame would still be there I left it be for now, and started looking for a mirror, peering around the room, I caught a glimpse of the dresser. Almost laughing at the conveniently close up dresser I redoubled my efforts to stand up. After what seemed like an eternity, I managed to get on my feet, thanking good that my body didn't hurt so much anymore, as it would only make the situation worse.

Slowly making my way to the dresser, I began measuring up my situation, only to realize it looked pretty fucked up. I was in a place I have never seen before, let alone have been inside of, my body was stiffer then hell, though not unmanageable, I was dressed in clothing that I hoped wouldn't be caught dead in, my wand (looked around briefly again), was nowhere to be seen, and…wait a second, how the hell was it possible that up until now I hadn't realized my glasses were missing?

Mentally kicking myself, I tried to figure out how I could even see without them, 'well', I thought, 'I'm not going to complain about that one'

Reaching the dresser, at last, I found a pair of glasses, putting them on, I felt a e sense of familiarity that coursed through me when I had them on, even though I could tell that they were different from the glasses that I was used to, these somehow felt right, as if they were with me for a long time, but how could that be?

'Well, straying around wondering isn't going to help me figure anything out' I thought 'But now that I think about it, if I'm being held shouldn't have someone checked out what I was doing?

Concluding that no one had, apparently, put my here, I opened the first door to the dresser, revealing a small assortment of cloths that could only belong to a girl. 'I really hope these things aren't mine' I thought. There was a pair of shirts of a few assorted colors, but there was also a particular one that caught my attention, as it was pink and had a picture of that kitty muggles seemed to like.

There was also a pair of shorts that looked like the one I was wearing, albeit a lot tighter than mine, and, to my surprise, a pair of lacy black panties. I could feel my face start to get a little warmer, I mean, it wasn't my first time seeing a woman's underwear, having seen aunt Petunia do the laundry a few times, but I just couldn`t help it. Just as I picked them up to continue looking, I heard a door opening.

"Oh my God what are you doing"