Hi. Nice to see you back. When we left our memory-less friend, he heard an odd song after fighting a horde of Dementors which did not affect him the slightest. Let's see what I'll force our hero into this time.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and my own fictional hero.

Chapter 1

Dark Memories

He strided to the boy and the girl, who were recovering from the Dementors' terrible power. He helped them up; they gave him their thanks.

'That was a cool bit of Patronus, mate. ' said the boy.

'Yes, it was very powerful,' agreed the girl. 'I'm Hermione Granger.' She continued, extending a hand. 'Thanks again.'

'I'm Ron,' said the boy, 'Ron Weasley. Who are you?'

The answer escaped his lips, which he did not even think of.

'Maverick.'

'Maverick?' said they, nonplussed. 'Is there any surname?'

He racked his mind, trying to remember. 'No…I—not sure…'

'You need help, mate.' Ron said. 'You can—'

'Ron!' Hermione whispered.

'What?' asked Ron. She beckoned him to come closer. He did and they brought their heads together to discuss something. Maverick was too busy searching for his full name to notice.

'He clearly needs help, Hermione!; Ron said quietly. 'You look at him; he can't even remember his name!'

'I know, but what if it's a trap?' whispered Hermione back. 'How do you know his not in league with Voldemort? What if he's a spy, and we lead him to the Order of the Phoenix's headquarters? We need to think, Ron!'

'I—I…' said Ron, lost for words.

'Who's there?' a loud voice suddenly erupted from the woods behind them. Maverick whipped out his wand. Abandoning his search for his identity, he roamed in his thoughts for spells used in combat.

'If you are armed, lay down your weapons. If you refuse to do so, we will take you in by extreme force. You have three minutes.' said the loud voice again.

'That sounds like Lupin!' Ron exclaimed excitedly.

'Ron?' said the voice. 'Is that you? Is Hermione with you?'

'Yes, I am!' shouted Hermione.

Three figures crept out of the woods, wands aloft. To Maverick, they were unfamiliar faces. To Ron and Hermione, however, they were the faces of trusted allies.

'Remus! Kingsley! Professor McGonagall!' they shouted in delight.

'Hello,' greeted Kingsley in his deep voice. He still held his wand, pointed at Maverick.

'Wait, how can we be sure it's really you?' said Hermione suspiciously.

'You forgot the password, Miss Granger.' McGonagall said sternly. 'Fiery wings!'

'And now let's here your password, just to make sure.' stated Lupin.

'But there's no password for us!' Ron said, bewildered.

'And that's the password,' remarked Kingsley, eyes still on Maverick. 'The true Ron Weasley would have said that.'

'Who is this, Hermione?' Lupin asked politely, indicating Maverick.

'This is Maverick,' said Hermione quietly.

'And what exactly do you do, Maverick?' Lupin inquired with the air of a conversation.

'I—I don't know.' Maverick replied.

'You don't know?' said McGonagall.

'I'm sure you understand that in present climate, certain privacies must be revealed, even if it means intrusion.' Lupin explained.

'Present climate?' remarked Maverick. 'What do you mean—'

Maverick could not prepare for what he was facing.

'Legilimens!' exclaimed Lupin, pointing his wand at Maverick.

The sight he had swam, allowing darkness to swallow it eternally. A few images popped in his mind, images of seconds ago, when he had helped Hermione and Ron. And then, eternal darkness covered his eyes again. And there was a slow, cold and cruel voice he had heard somewhere, where he could not remember…

'Maverick…' the voice erupted into cold laughter, the volume of its laugh increases rapidly, screaming in his ears. He was afraid, afraid that the demonic voice might take his body and soul. The laugh slowed down, allowing his ears to gain ease when the voice spoke again. 'You were a faithful—'

'Protego!'

The words came out of his mouth as fast as his heart was beating. A flashing light dispersed the darkness, and he regained his sight again. Lupin was on the ground, his hand clutched tightly around his hand. In response, the other two shot spells which he could barely recognize.

'Stupefy!'

'Reducto!'

His consciousness was blasted out of him as the spells hit his chest. He was thrown off his feet and he landed on the ground roughly, all sign of awareness wiped out.

So Maverick encounters a few members of the Order of the Phoenix and they rummaged his memories to find any secrets he has hidden, only to find nothing but the voice of some demonic bastard. Let's see what happens in Chapter 2.

PS: Reviews and retorts are, as always, welcomed.