(A/N Hi there :D just thought I would let you all know that this fic will be updated sporadically, until I finish Liquida Tenebris. Also, just another reminder, this story is slash. Guy on guy. Just so you know. It will be slow coming though. *shrugs* that's just how I roll.)

thank you, insanity.

Harry awoke to the sound of frantic voices. He couldn't see who was talking, because there were white curtains encircling his bed.

He was in the Hospital Wing.

What happened?

Best he could figure, he had gotten injured in the quiddich match that was scheduled for that day, but he couldn't remember it.

All he could remember was having the strangest dream.

"I think it would be best if he stayed at the school, Mr. Potter." This was Professor Dumbledore speaking.

Mr. Potter? Harry was certain that he had heard wrong.

"Are you sure? If what Hermione and Ron were saying is true, he had a total memory lapse. He even fainted at the sight of another student. Maybe it would be best if we took him to saint Mungos." A voice that Harry didn't recognize said this.

The Boy Who Lived assumed that they were talking about another student. Though, it was very similar to his dream. Strangely so. And who would Hermione and Ron have seen fainting? Wouldn't he have seen it too?

"But dad, I want him to stay here, with me!" A little girls voice chimed in, and he was sure that they weren't talking about him now. He didn't know anyone that sounded like that.

"Hush, Emma. We'll see what happens when he wakes up." The same man that had spoken earlier said.

"I still think it would be best that he stays here, he seemed to remember most people. If he's here, his memory might come back to him." Dumbledore said, and Harry could practically see the twinkle in his eye.

"You have a point, Mr. Dumbledore. But I am worried."

"You can call me Albus, Mr. Potter. And I'm sure it was just a temporary lapse in memory. Possibly stress from the upcoming quiddich match? Either way, I think he'll be fine."

"Well, call me James then. I really hope you're right," Harry stood abruptly then, because it couldn't have possibly been a coincidence that this man was called James Potter.

"Shh, I think he's awake," The little girl said, just as Harry threw the curtain back.

Three people stood before him. Albus Dumbledore, a small girl who looked to be in first year, wearing a gold and red tie, with hair to match it. And holding her hand, smiling tentatively at him, was his father.

Harry James Potter fainted for the second time in twenty four hours.

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When Harry awoke, it was dark and silent in the Hospital Wing.

The Boy Who Lived was still incredibly confused. Was he dreaming, or not? At this point it was getting harder and harder to convince himself that he was asleep.

He sat up in his bed, and noticed that the curtains no longer hid him from the room.

"Hello?" He couldn't see anyone else in the room, not even in the other beds. But he needed to figure out what was going on. He had seen his father. And someone who seemed to think she was his sister.

He heard movement in the office, and a man who looked to be in his late fifties came out of the door.

"Who are you? Where's Madam Pomfrey?"

"I'm not sure who that is, Harry, but my name is Healer Fray. You know that," The man replied in a kind but wary tone.

"I don't know you," Harry replied.

"And I have no idea what's going on," He added.

"That's okay, we'll get you fixed up. I have Professor Coral brewing a memory repair potion for you. It should be done by morning, with any luck."

Harry remembered the name, from the earlier in the day. She was the potions professor.

"Who was that earlier, that little girl with- with my f-father?" Harry's mouth stumbled over the word, it was so unused on his tongue. He was so used to using the term in past tense.

"Emma? Harry, that's your sister."

The Boy Who Lived swallowed thickly. His sister.

"I didn't know that," His voice was barely above a whisper. He was so lost. He didn't know most of these people, and the people he did know were completely different.

"It's okay," The doctor repeated, and he crossed the room to a cabinet on the far wall. He took a small vial from it, and came back to Harry.

"Drink this, it will help you get back to sleep."

The Boy Who Lived tipped the contents down his throat, and laid back on his pillows.

"Get some rest," Doctor Fray smiled kindly, and left the teen on his own.

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When Harry opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Hermione's concerned face.

"Harry! You're awake!"

No, the teen thought to himself, I've got to be still asleep.

"Yeah," He said instead.

Surrounding Hermione were six other people. One of them was a teenage boy, his age, that he did not recognize. The others were his parents, his sister, Ron and Malfoy.

His mother came towards him then, and he could do nothing but stare with wide eyes.

"Harry, I was so worried about you. I'm sorry I couldn't come yesterday, I was tied up at the ministry. Nothing I did would convince them to let me leave. But James said that he would come here and be with you. I hope you're not mad," Lily's words came in a rush, and the whole time, her hand had never left his hair, and she was running her hand through it frantically, as if it would convince him not to get angry.

"It's okay." The teen said finally, and his mother's face lit with relief. She turned to his father then, and had a look on her face that seemed to say 'I told you so,' though Harry wasn't sure why.

"Do you know who everyone here is, Harry?" Ron asked. Harry looked at the teenage boy again, trying to figure out whether or not he knew him. He had black shoulder length hair, and looked to be a foot taller than Harry. His eyes looked green, but he wasn't sure.

"I'm sorry, I don't know who you are," He said to the boy, and a deeply hurt look flashed across his face for a second before he covered it. Hermione also looked rather shocked, but she hid it quickly.

"I'm Tony. We're dorm mates." Tony seemed angry, and Harry flinched. What was he so angry about, if they were just dorm mates?

Harry wasn't about to tell them that he didn't recognize his own sister.

For the second time, he wondered if this was his real life, and the other one was just one that he made up.

"I'm sorry, everything is all mixed up," Harry told his offended room mate.

"Yeah," Was all Tony said, his voice bitter.

"It's okay, the potions professor will be here soon, and we'll get this whole mess worked out." James said, smiling. Everyone in the room seemed tense, and Harry didn't know why. Sure, all his memories were different, but that didn't seem like the reason they all looked on edge.

"What? What's wrong?" He asked the room at large.

"Nothing," His mother replied, while Malfoy said;

"they aren't sure if the memory potion will work," All the others glared at him, except Tony who was still giving Harry filthy looks.

"What do you mean?" The confused brunette asked.

"Well, they just don't know. There's no way to tell. It depends on why you lost your memory," Hermione was the one to answer him.

He wasn't sure if he should tell them all that his memories weren't missing, they were just vastly different.

Professor Dumbledore and the potions master chose that moment to enter.

"Ah, here we are," James said, rubbing his hands together anxiously.

Professor Coral made her way towards Harry, holding a rather large container in her hands. Dumbledore came to stand besides his parents.

"This potion needs to be taken in doses. Taking it all at once can be devastating to the mind. But we should know if its going to help you or not after the first dose." The professor said, not bothering with pleasantries.

"I'll just go and get Healer Fray, shall I?" The Headmaster proclaimed, his eyes twinkling.

Harry couldn't help but wonder if Dumbledore knew something about this that nobody else did.

A few moments later, the Headmaster and Healer came out of the office.

"Alright, lets get started, shall we?" Dumbledore said, sounding excited.

The Healer presented a glass that Harry hadn't noticed earlier, and passed it to the potions professor. She poured him a large portion of the liquid, and passed it over to him. Harry took it nervously, half hoping that it would work, and half hoping that it didn't. What if this world was the wrong one, made to trick him into complacency? What if this world was the right one, and he was being paranoid for no reason?

He sat up and brought the glass to his mouth tipping it backwards, swallowing the liquid before he got a chance to taste it.

"How long will it take to work?" Harry asked, and everyone suddenly looked disappointed.

"It is supposed to take effect immediately." The potions master said, looking slightly sad.

"Not to worry," Dumbledore clapped his hands together.

"There are plenty more ways that people can regain lost memories. We wont lose hope yet. But in the meantime, I suggest you just carry on with life as usual. Who knows, maybe your memories will come back to you on their own." The headmaster was grinning, and Harry thought that was a little bit inappropriate.

Lily looked like she wanted to say something, but James put his hand on her arm and whispered something to her.

"Aww, I thought that it would work and you would be okay," Emma said, and Harry looked at her for the second time that morning. If he were honest, he had almost forgotten that she was even there.

"Er, yeah. It's okay, though. It'll be fine though, don't worry Emma."

The little girl's eyes widened when he said her name, and Harry wondered what he had done wrong this time.

"What?" He asked, worried.

"You never call her that," Lily said, frowning.

"Oh, uh, sorry. What do I call you?" The teen tried his best to make his voice comforting, but the little girl started to cry, regardless.

He looked to his mother, feeling helpless.

"You call her Mylillo." She said, looking sad.

"Mylillo? What does that mean?" Harry wondered allowed, and the little girl started crying harder.

"I don't know, you never told us, she wont tell us either," James was the one to answer this question. Everyone else in the room looked incredibly uncomfortable, and he noticed that Tony was gone.

"Emma," He said quietly, and the girl let out full blown wails at that point.

"My- Mylillo," He decided to try a different tactic.

She snuffled and looked at him, tears shining on her face.

"I'm sorry, there are lots of things that I don't remember. Could, could you tell me what Mylillo means?"

She let out another small sob, and wiped her hand across her face.

"There- there are, p-people listening," At that moment, the infirmary doors swung open, and Tom Riddle stepped into the room.

Harry's eye's widened, and he instinctively reached for his wand, only to find it missing.

"Oh, sorry. I'll come back later." Riddle said from the doorway, his eyes never leaving Harry.

The teen couldn't decide if he should just tackle the future Dark Lord to the ground, or keep his tongue. He didn't need another reason for everyone to think he was crazy.

After a few tense seconds, Riddle smirked and turned to leave. No one else had seen the smirk, they were to busy wondering why on earth Harry was glaring death at their surprise visitor.

No one asked, and soon enough, Harry's parents took their leave. Everyone else stayed to wait with Harry, and he had been allowed to leave the Hospital Wing, on the condition that he had someone with him at all times.

Harry hadn't been paying much attention to the goings on around him. He was to busy wondering why Riddle kept grinning at him like that.

He knows something. He decided. He did this, I know it.