Warnings : Rating for a reason. This fic will contain abuse, dark!harry, suicidal tendencies, chara. death, (some) gryff. bashing, m/m & m/f, language, BDSM, and smut. You've been warned.
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Full Summary : After a particularly extreme beating from Vernon, Harry loses his memory and wanders aimlessly throughout the streets England. Who should find him but a Slytherin? No one really knows his whereabouts, and the wizarding world goes into an uproar. After gaining some new 'darker' wizard friends, Harry gains a new set of memories... and a new view of the world. He eventually returns to Hogwarts an entirely different person. Will a certain silver-eyed blond be able to help him ever revive his memory... and does he even want to?
Disclaimer : Yes, of course I'm richer than the Queen! I just love to spend my free time writing things like this, just for the hell of it. (rolls eyes) I wish, haha.
Note : The chapter titles and fic title all are in reference to a Linkin Park song, called Runaway. Therefore, not all the chapter titles refer to what the chapter is directly speaking about...
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Last Time :
Harry awoke the morning later.
"Where... where am I...?" He mumbled to himself, glancing around at his surroundings. He stood up shakily, and immediately wished he hadn't. He abruptly collapsed back down again, as pain seared through what seemed like every single muscle in his body. Glancing down at himself, he could see several still slightly oozing cuts, and many, many bruises. Varying in colour(1), ranging from a sickly yellow colour to full out black. Harry stared at these all blankly. Where had these all come from? Harry then paused for a moment, leaning back to rest gingerly on the soft grass.
Then, a fleeting thought caused him to stare with wide eyes down towards himself.
"Who am I?"
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Chapter the Second : A Constant Wave of Tension, On Top of Broken Trust
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Feeling a rising panic beginning to bubble up in his throat, Harry took several deep breaths to calm himself. Ignoring the pain that made itself known again as he did so, he tried to sort out who he was, or where he was from. Or who his family was, for that matter. And for some reason, he couldn't remember anything.
"Bloody hell...!" Harry cursed softly to himself, as he tried to stand again. Maybe, just maybe, if he walked around for a while he might run into someone who knew him. Someone that could help him. Carefully, Harry moved over towards a playground slide that he had been laying down near to, and using the slide for support, he slowly pushed himself up off the ground. For some reason, he already felt slightly better. Some of his more minor bruises had already disappeared, and all of his cuts were beginning to heal over, though Harry was sure that most of them would scar...
Hell, it was almost like magic.
Harry paused. For some reason, that thought caused a brief spark of recollection to flash through his mind. But before he could clearly remember anything more, his mind clouded over again and he couldn't for the life of him recall why the thought of magic was so important to him.
Taking a look around, all that Harry could see was the playground that he was currently in, an old school (which was causing alarm bells in the back of Harry's mind to go off... There were obviously some extremely bad memories associated to that place.), and rows upon rows of unbelievably perfectly kept houses and gardens.
Cringing to himself at the sight of them all and at the pain of his own injury, Harry walked at a slow, painful pace out of the playground. Glancing down the streets to his right and left, he randomly decided upon walking down the left road. Following his path for a block, a chill ran up and down his spine. Looking over, another perfect house was located with a golden '4' carefully nailed to the door. Harry's mind was yelling at him to run. To do anything to get away from this horrible place. Anything at all within his power to distance himself from here. Something was wrong with this place, and something was telling him he never wanted to be here again.
So he ran. Despite his muscles screaming, and the pain that lanced through his entire body, he ran as quickly as he could from that spot. His mind numbed and the scenery around him zipped by, but for some reason inside of himself, he knew he couldn't let himself stop. He had to put as much distance between himself and that... place, as he could. He never once looked back.
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Fourteen blocks later, Harry had reached a business area. He hadn't stopped running even to catch his breath, so when he glanced over briefly and saw an old darkened alleyway he didn't stop to think about it and darted in. He didn't care about where he really was at the moment, he just wanted to be able to hide from the people around him and of course... to get away from that damnable Number 4 Privet Drive place. He had fleetingly been aware of the sign telling him of the 'Privet Drive' part as he had been running. He could vaguely remember this huge place as being somewhere in England, and the manner of speech that everyone was using confirmed that, but other than that he had no idea of where exactly he had just come from.
He had noticed while he ran that he hadn't really seen any familiar faces. Shouldn't he have seen at least someone that he knew? After all, he had to have lived relatively close to this area. There had to be a reason that he had woken up in that playground, didn't there? So there should have been at least someone that he would have remembered, even if just dimly. Good or bad, he must have known someone...
And for some strange reason, he noticed that he didn't trust the people around him. He didn't seem to trust anyone he had seen so far. 'Why?' Harry wondered to himself. 'Who was I to be so suspicious of people that I could easily assume that I had never even met?' Thought Harry. Maybe he had been a celebrity of some sort? But then someone would have reacted to him. Or maybe he had been picked on as a child? Maybe that was why he was so afraid of that school and house. Maybe his childhood bully lived there? Or maybe he had some kind of profession that was dangerous. Maybe he had been trained to avoid people all his life? Although, he was a little young to have any kind of dangerous profession... or even to have a serious profession at all, really. He was starting to think like a lunatic, he needed to calm down.
Leaning back against a brick wall in thought, Harry panted quietly and tried to mentally calm his slightly spasming muscles, and to clear his head. There had to be someone, or even something out there that could help him. He just had to find them, or it.
"Well well well. If it isn't the-boy-who-wouldn't-bloody-die. What might you of all people be doing in a place like this?" A female voice floated to Harry's ears.
'The-boy-who-wouldn't-bloody-die'? Was that his nickname, or something? Despite it's long length, he had no method to tell.
Harry turned blankly towards the entrance of the alley to look at the person. Vaguely, the persons face registered in his mind, but he couldn't clearly remember anything, really...
"Sorry, but who are you...?" The blank look on Harry's face remained.
"Uh, hello?" The girl waved a hand in front of Harry's face. "I knew Gryffindor's and their sodding courage were never the brightest of the bunch, but..." The girl raised a delicate eyebrow skeptically. Upon inspecting the look on Harry's face however, she herself looked blank.
"You really don't know?" She asked him, confused. He just shook his head.
"Pansy? Pansy Parkinson? Ring any bells?" She was starting to look slightly angry at being forgotten at this point. The boy should at least know her by now, they were only in their sixth bloody year after all!
"I'm sorry, I don't remember. I don't really know who I am, or who you are, or where I am, or where I live, or anything..." Harry's face contorted slightly, frustrated with himself for not remembering.
Pansy was just staring at him in shock. The boy-who-lived didn't know who he was? She examined his face, looking for any sign of a lie. Yet no matter how hard she looked, Potter seemed to be saying this in complete honesty.
Bloody hell, this was brilliant! She could take him to Lord Voldemort, and her parents and herself would be honored forever! They would probably be handsomely rewarded, too... Pansy smiled to herself.
Or maybe she could just kill him right now, and then drop his body off on the ministry doorstep and wait for the papers to find out. Lord Voldemort would know it was her who had done the good deed, her Lord always knew what everyone had been doing. Or...
A plan began to form in her mind. Simply killing off the boy-who-lived would just cause the rest of the world to retaliate in anger, she knew. If their main weapon was murdered, they would panic. She highly doubted her Lord would view that as a good thing...
That would most likely just wind up creating more battles for a long time, before her Lord would finally be able to bring down the old git Dumbledore. And besides, what if she wasn't able to do it? If Potter had been able to bring down her Lord when Potter was only a baby, what chance did she have? None, that was how much.
Besides, she had no idea of just how much Potter had forgotten, or why he had forgotten things in the first place. If Potter remembered all of his spells and magic, she wouldn't be able to even simply capture him, while she was on her own.
No, this plan would work out much, much better. And Potter wouldn't even have to die.
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Chapter the Second --- Fin
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Reviewer Responses :
Aseret Kitsune : First reviewer! (dies) Thanks, I'm glad you like it so far! Of course I'll continue! Heh.
Lyn2 : I appreciate your honesty, I really do. Most people are just like 'I like it, write more.' even if they don't actually like it... (sweatdrops) .. Hm. I'm glad you've liked it though!
Shadow64 : Thank youuuu! (hugs) I'm amazed that people have found my story to be interesting after only one chapter! And of course, here's your update! (grins)
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Meg Fin : Yay, someone noticed my detail! (dances) Thank you!
Carlie : Yay LP fans! (high five) And yup yup, you're right! I'm going to use one line per chapter (which tells you about how many chapter's there's going to be! Hint hint nudge nudge, heh. I might make it a little longer than that though depending on when I run out of song lyrics... we'll see). Thanks!
Charl1e : My plot is original? (blinks) Thanks!
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Reader : Thanks! You're my tenth reviewer! Sooo, now the new chapter is up! (grins)
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Whaa! I'm thrilled! I got six reviews, in the first day alone! Thank you so much, to every one of you. Even my least positive review was still fairly complementary. As promised, here is the second chapter for all of you, posted as soon as I received news of my tenth review. Unfortunately this chapter is about the same length as the last one. It's kind of short, but I just really wanted to end where I ended it. I'm sorry!
And by the way, just so you all know, your authoress is an idiot. I was just reading through the profiles of the reviewers and stuff, and I was like 'Wow, all of my reviewers seem to like yaoi (slash). I wonder why they're reading my fic then?' and then I kind of just paused... and then realization hit me. I burst out laughing and fell out of my chair. Wow. I swear, I am the smart one.
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