Chapter two

'It's fine Harry, you're not going to jail,' Charlie said quickly, 'You're actually known as a hero for doing that. He killed thousands of people and he has been trying to kill you you're whole life, but he was never able to kill you. Ron and Hermione would know more about that though.'

'I don't know if I like the sound of any of this. What did I do to this bloke to piss him off enough so he'd want to kill me?'

'You didn't do anything Harry, but there's a lot to go into.' Arthur said sadly.

'Harry, I found your wands,' Hermione said as she handed three wands to Harry. 'This is Ron, you're best friend, does he look familiar to you?'

Harry looked up, 'No, he doesn't and this is just too much, I'm going for a walk, clear my head,' Harry got up and looked around, then saw the door. He hurried outside and looked around at the overgrown garden.

'Harry,' Hermione said softly as she stepped over to him with Ron, 'It'll be okay, we'll work this out.'

'Maybe I don't want to. Everything that bloke inside said, doesn't sound like I had a good life, so maybe something is given me a chance to start fresh. You said I own a house, do you know if I have anything else, or have any money?'

'Actually you have a lot of money, you're parents left you a vault, then your godfather left you everything when he died. Now I don't know how much is in your parents vault, but Sirius came from a pretty wealthy family.'

'Vault, so not a bank or anything, what's this vault then?'

'In Gringotts, the wizards bank, they have vaults where all our money goes. It's not like muggle money either. But there's a small problem at the moment. You see, me, Ron and you broke into Gringotts to get something that would stop Voldemort. So the goblins that run Gringotts won't be very happy with us and might not let us back in.'

'Why don't we send Pig to Kingsley, he's minister now, he might be able to work something out?' Ron suggested.

'Why would you send a Pig to someone?' Harry asked looking confused again.

'Sorry Harry, that's the name of my owl that Sirius gave me. We use owls to deliver our letters.'

'All this is so confusing and what's with this serious name. That's not a name, it's a way you can be.'

'It's pronounced the same but spelt S.I.R.I.U.S, he was your father's best friend. Why don't you relax for a bit, we'll go send a letter to Kingsley,' Hermione gestured for Ron to follow him back to the house, 'He sounds a little angry and confused.'

'Let's hope it is just temporary, like Poppy said. She left to go speak with Albus's portrait.'

'We're going to send Pig to Kingsley, see if he can do something about Gringotts,' Ron and Hermione headed upstairs.

'I'll go see if he's okay,' Charlie got up and walked outside and saw Harry squatting down, 'How you doing Harry?'

'Terrible Charlie, I'm not sure I want to remember if all there is about me is killing and evil wizards.' Harry turned, 'It's strange, you said Ron and Hermione are my friends, but I feel nothing when I look at them, but I look at you and I can instantly see you as a friend. You said we never had a lot to do with each other though.'

'No, I only met you four years ago, then I've only seen you about a dozen times since then. See I live in Romania, I work with dragons over there.'

Harry raised his eyebrows, 'Dragons, you kidding, right?'

Charlie chuckled, 'No, I'm not and you've had two dealings with dragons. When I first met you, I brought four dragons over for a tournament that was held at Hogwarts. You were one of the people that were called champions that had to compete. You got the worst dragon out of the four, but you ended up doing the task in the fastest time,' Charlie lifted Harry's arm, pushed his sleeve up, 'That's the burn you got from it along with one on your neck. Then you, Hermione and Ron escaped from Gringotts on a dragon.'

Harry looked at the burn on his arm, but then he was looking at Charlie's hand on his arm and felt his stomach flip, like he had butterflies loose inside him.

'Since I don't know anything about myself and just then I felt something when you touched me. Am I gay, are we anything to each other?'

Charlie looked around, then back to Harry, 'I'm gay, my family doesn't know. But I'm not positive about you. I did hear you went out with a girl when you were fifteen, but from what Ron said, it only last a couple of weeks. He said you didn't like the way she kept crying over you.'

Harry shuddered, 'No, I wouldn't, but then why did I feel something when you touched me then?'

'I don't know, maybe you are gay, but with your life Harry, you wouldn't have had time to worked that out. You've had to deal with Voldemort for a long time and you got hurt by him a lot. From what I've heard every time I came home, you've had a hard life. So what Poppy said about this memory loss, it might be all that and your mind needed time to close down you could say. We all came here early this morning, after the fighting. Our brother Fred, he died. You, Ron and Hermione, who had been awake for almost two days, you went up to sleep, but you were fine before that.'

'Oh, sorry about your brother Charlie,' Harry put his hand on Charlie's arm. 'I wondered why you're mother looks upset.'

'Thanks Harry, but you were good friends with Fred and George, they were identical twins. George was the one that was sitting with his head on the table.'

'The one that had no ear?'

'Yeah, we'll explain that another time. So if you can give everyone a bit of time to have the funeral, then we can tell you more about you and your life. But do you realise you're still holding my arm?'

'Oh,' Harry blushed and moved his hand away as he looked towards the orchard.

Charlie smiled, 'Maybe you are gay by that reaction Harry, but for now, keep that between us. I've been meaning to tell my family about me, but so much has been going on the last few years, I didn't think it was the right time to shock everyone and now is definitely not the right time.'

'So do you have someone in Romania?'

'No, I haven't for a while, but I've been here for a long time now. I came over for my oldest brother Bill's wedding. That was nearly a year ago, but death eaters attacked. So I'd decided to hang around and help. All this last year, Voldemort had control of our ministry and of Hogwarts. So we've been working, undercover you could say, against him. You, Hermione and Ron were away doing the same thing. But I will tell you this Harry, there was a prophecy, none of us know what it said, but it was about you and Voldemort. Ron and Hermione said you told them a bit, about it being one of you that would have to kill the other one, but that's all they knew.'

'The more I hear, the more I don't want to know anything.'

'Give yourself a chance to rest, something you haven't done in years by the way. Then you might to remember or be okay with what we all have tell you.'

'Yeah, okay Charlie, but what about this gay thing?' Harry said softly, 'How do I work that out unless Ron knows?'

'No, he would have told us if he knew. What do you say to after dinner we talk for a while? When I first thought I was, I had a friend sit down and talk to me, so I can do the same for you, help you work out if you are or not. There's a place down the back of the orchard I used to go to when I needed some time alone.'

'Okay, I'd like that, thanks Charlie.'

'We sent a letter to Kingsley, hopefully he will get back to us sometime today, if not tomorrow.' Hermione said as she knelt down in front of Harry, 'So anything?'

Harry shook his head, 'No, nothing, but Charlie mentioned there was a prophecy about me and that Voldemort bloke, do you know what is said?'

'One line you told us was, either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives.'

'Dumbledore told you at the end of our fifth year,' Ron said, 'but mum said dinner is ready. We haven't eaten a lot in the last couple of days Harry, so you really should come eat.'

'Yeah, okay, I just wish I could remember who I am and what I've been doing.'

Charlie stood up and pulled Harry to his feet, 'You will, give yourself a chance to rest. Come on chosen one, let's go eat.'

'What did you call me Charlie?'

'You've been given names over the years, the chosen one was when everyone heard rumours about a prophecy and they thought it said you were the chosen one, meaning the one that would end Voldemort. No one apart from me, the Weasley's, a couple of other friends, Dumbledore and Kingsley know there was really was a prophecy.'

'Oh okay, but I don't like that name though. If my name is Harry, then I should be called Harry.'

Ron laughed softly, 'You were always telling everyone it's Harry, just Harry. Don't worry about it mate, let's go eat.'

'Okay,' Harry followed Hermione and Ron with Charlie walking beside him into the house and they all sat down, 'It smells good, you must be a good cook Mrs. Weasley.'

'Thank you Harry dear and my family tells me I am, you have also told me you love my cooking. So why don't you eat and hopefully with a full stomach and some rest, you will remember.'

'In one way I do hope I remember, in another, I'm not sure I want to.' Harry started eating, but he looked over at Charlie who gave him a smile then Harry smiled back.

'You know, we could show Harry some memories, they might trigger his memories,' Ron suggested.

'Show me memories, what do you mean?'

'We can take our memories out, put them in a thing called a pensieve and you go inside and watch them. It's like watching a movie but it's real,' Hermione explained.

'I've heard about movies, never seen one though,' Ron said.

'You're kidding, you've never seen a movie?'

'Witches and wizards don't have things like that Harry. We'll fill you in if you don't remember,' Charlie said shaking his head.

'Okay, but why do I remember...what did you call it, non-magical or something?'

'Muggles, I'm a muggleborn, meaning my parents were non magical, but I was born a witch. The Weasley family are purebloods, meaning all their family as far back as they go were always witches and wizards. You are what's known as a halfblood, your mother was a witch, born to non-magical parents, but your father was a pureblood.'

'Halfblood, pureblood, this is confusing. But what I was going to say, why do I remember muggle stuff and not magical stuff? Phones, movies, television, microwaves, cars, I know all that stuff, but not wands or charms, whatever those are.'

'It might be what Poppy said, emotional stress and most of that came from the magical world. Give yourself a chance Harry and it might clear up with time,' Arthur said.

'Yeah, okay then,' Harry finished eating and noticed the Weasley family were all quiet, and didn't eat a lot of a meal that Harry thought the meal was the best he'd ever eaten, even if he couldn't remember. So Harry would look at each Weasley and Hermione, trying to see if there was anything familiar about them, but he got nothing, no feelings, no recognition at all and wondered why if he stayed here a lot. He suppose he should just do what Mr. Weasley said and rest, so that's what he was going to do.