Forget It All
Summary: After something terrible happens Harry Potter wishes with all his might he could get away from the Dursly home. He gets his wish but along the way he losses any memory of what happened or even who he was. (HP and SVU crossover!))
Disclaimers: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, all SVU products belong to Dick Wolf who created SVU and the only thing that's mine is of course, The plot. You Know I bet I'm the first to make a HP crossover with a show like SVU….
Chapter one: Harry Potter No More
As the grandfather clock in a near buy home chimed several times revealing the time to be 1:00 am a boy lay on the wet, black ground of New York city.
How he got there in the first place was as good as any others guess. He didn't know his name, didn't know who he was, or why he was so scared. All he knew were a few flashes of images and thoughts that made no sense.
The boy hugged himself tightly as cars passed by.
He scratched at the body of a boy he new was named Dudley as he lay over him, as the older boy forced himself on the younger boy with raven black hair. He scratched and pleaded, he cried out for help but nothing would do. He couldn't get the boy off of him. It was then, as he let out his last horrified scream for help, that the Death Eaters attacked.
In the distance he had heard the horrified screams of his aunt and uncle. About two inches in front of him he saw the eyes of Dudley grow wide with fear as his face paled. He went to turn around but before he could do so a curse was shouted and he fell on top of the raven-haired boy. Immediately the younger boy had pushed the other boy away from him.
The fat, plump body of his cousin, the man who nearly raped him a few moments ago, rolled to the side. He had crawled backwards until his back hit the wall.
He shut his eyes as the Death Eater came closer to him. He murmured, chanted words over and over again his voice so fast that the Death Eater could barely make out what he was saying, "Stop,Stop,Stop,Stop,Stop,Stop,Stop,Stop…" He readied himself to be hit with the curse. He breathed in what he had thought, hoped would be his last breath. He let out one last word, screamed out as hard as loud as he could, "STOP" and that was when the barrier grew around him, pushing the death eater back. It grew bigger and bigger as he curled up in fatal position, hiding from the pain, the shock, the fear that he felt.
He closed his eyes tightly never letting them open. He wished to be anywhere but here. Anywhere that was far, far away from this horrid place that held the worst memories. He wished to be far, far away from this place which he was excepted to be a hero, to win all fights. He wished to be far far away from this place, this horrid place where he lost what innocence he had left.
He wished he could for get everything. He wished he could be a normal boy, not a wizard, not the savoir of the wizarding world, just a muggle boy. He wished he didn't have to murder someone simply because he would die if he did not do so. He wished he didn't have the wight of the world on his shoulders. He wished, he wished with all his might that he could go back to a place, anyplace where he could forget the horrors he had faced during his fifteen years. He wished it would all just go away.
And it had. All of it had gone away, but he wished that he knew who he was, or where he'd come from… Soon the boy fell into a dreamless sleep and didn't wake until the morning came.
