Chapter 4-
Universe- Harry Potter
Warnings- mentions of abuse
Pairings- None noted
Soul
He watched as she walked off before he let the tears run down his cheeks. She talked as though he knew her and yet he couldn't remember anything about her, not her name, not where they met, or even if they were friends! He looked around the hallways and his eyes spotted a small broom closet. He scurried over, jerked open the door, and huddled into it.
Harry curled into himself when he wondered why he had climbed into a broom closet for comfort. He searched his memories and couldn't find a think. Not a thing. Other questions started to pop up, questions he couldn't answer.
Where did he live? How old was he? What day was it?
The last question's answer came to mind and a sudden peace enveloped him. Harry sighed and leaned into the wall, easily falling asleep. His worries… forgotten.
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The moon shone down through the windows in the Gryffindor 6th year boy dorms. Harry clenched his sheets as he looked around the oddly decorated room. He had followed a group of girls wearing the same colors as him just to find where he was to sleep. The whole day had been tiring and the draining sensations that accompanied it hadn't helped.
A blond haired boy had even started insulting him and he couldn't understand what he had done to the boy. He ended up listening to the boys rant for awhile before he wondered off trying to figure out where he was to go next.
He gasped as the draining sensation surged through him, much stronger than any time before. The room swam for a brief moment before everything came back into focus. It tried to figure out what was going on when panic took over.
Everything was gone. It's name. It's location. It's gender!
He clawed at anything he could get and a name came up. Harry. No no. Salazar. No, that wasn't right!
"No... No… please no! It's not right. It's not right!" Harry whimpered and desperately tried to hold back the sobs. He tried again to grasp anything he should have known.
He could find nothing.
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Salazar awoke to a pulling sensation. He scowled and drew upon the memories that flew around him, the memories of the poor soul who now wore his medallion. He shuddered as the life of Harry James Potter overwhelmed him
He saw battles that no child should have faced. He witnessed betrayals like none other.
Salazar cursed as his memories and the child's memories merged. Years of mental, physical, and verbal abuse made him seethe.