Memory

Chapter III

"Here is the bathroom…" Hermione told Harry, who was looking around the long corridor he was in, and pointing at the door which leads to the bathroom. She turned around and walked to the door in front of the bathroom. She pointed it and said, "And this is my room. You can knock on it anytime when you need me…"

"Uhm, Hermione?" He asked timidly.

"Yes?"

"What is there in the other hallway?" he asked, in the same amount of shyness.

"Oh, that is for the guests to stay in…" she answered nodding.

"Guests?" he asked.

"Yes, guests. We made our house some kind of hotel to add some extra money because my job just isn't enough to pay our debts and father's hospital bills." She replied once again. He nodded, understanding but rather grateful that they were so kind even if their buried with debts.

She turned again and walked towards another door which was next to hers and not only did she point it but opened it and also, she went inside, ushering him in. She held her arms out, "This is your room! Like it?" she asked.

'Harry' looked at her eyes and smiled gratefully. "Yeah… Thanks, anyway…"

She crossed her arms across her chest and smiled back. "Your welcome, Harry… Oh and about your clothes!" She made her way towards the cabinet and opened it, introducing him to his new wardrobe. "If you didn't lose your memory, I would think you wouldn't like these…"

"Why?" he asked curiously.

She shrugged. "You're obviously a rich man… Seeing those clothes when you had your accident, nobody would doubt your status… in life…"

Harry only nodded in reply. He still wanted to know his past though… making him very confused. Hermione noticed and tried to change the subject.

"Do you want something to eat?" she asked a little cheerfully, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Sure…"

"Oh, and just for more information; I have an aunt who's working in London……….

Ron, Draco, Cho, Ron's sister: Ginny, Sirius, Remus, Kingsley Shacklebolt, James and Lily Potter, Albus Dumbledore, who was a long-time family friend and the head of Hogwarts, the best friend of Harry's great grandfather and was very close to the Potters, the Doctor and Tom Riddle, who was hiding a smirk, circled around a hospital bed with a dead body which was covered up with a white clothe looking very sad, worried and hopeful that it wasn't Harry. Lily tried to rip the clothe off the body to look if it was really her son but the doctor insisted that she would only fall into depression after she will have seen him.

"Doctor, please let me see him… I don't care what happens to me, I just want to look and find out if it's really him--"

"Mrs. Potter, if I didn't care for you, I would let you see him but I wouldn't let you go and lock yourself in your room, thinking about the image of your son, dead… So, please, I strongly suggest don't look at him." Doctor Hure said dramatically with a fake worrying look on his face that nobody seemed to notice. Or at least he thought… Dumbledore did.

He was the only one with a doubtful look at the doctor and Mr. Tom Riddle. He knew there was something going on. His thoughts were disturbed when the doctor slightly lifted the edge of the cloth and pull out a pair of broken round glasses which looked suspiciously like Harry's. He lifted it up and placed the cloth back down again. "Is this Harry's?" He asked.

Lily didn't have time to sob when she practically dropped down on the floor and fainted. James caught her and shook her desperately for her to wake up. Cho's very loud cry was heard and she now grabbed somebody again and cried on his shoulder. But this time, it wasn't Remus. It was Draco. He looked at Ginny pleadingly, who was smirking at him despite the sadness roaming all over her because she lost a brother. Well, brother-like… Mention her boss.

She looked back at the corpse and her expression turned into a frown again. She looked down at the floor for she cannot take the pain anymore. Her eyes welled up with tears and not too long after, they spilled down her cheeks. Ron, who was fighting back the tears, rubbed her back to comfort her. She embraced him into a hug and later on, he, too, broke and cried.

Remus looked down sadly as Sirius was fighting the strong urge to cry like the others except Tom, Doctor Hure and Dumbledore whose eyes did not twinkle anymore. He looked up at Sirius and Remus who were standing beside him. He rubbed their backs and Sirius broke down into tears, saying that he was just having his allergies again. "Stupid allergies… Always gets in the way…" he muttered.

As if on cue, Nymphadora Tonks, Remus' wife, whom he met in Berwick, came straddling in with her and her husband's son, Teddy. 3 year-old Teddy was grinning, excited to see his Godfather again. He frowned as he saw Sirius run out of the room. He walked forward to the covered object and figured what and whoit was. His eyes welled up with tears as he began to lift the covers up but was stopped by Dumbledore who grabbed him and then took him into his old but still strong arms. The wise man rubbed the boy's back gently as he cried out loud, very sorrowful about his favorite Godfather's 'death'.

Tonks and Moony mourned, embracing each other as they watched their son. They had one thing in their heads though, 'He was a good man'.

After everyone had left—except Tom that is, at 11 pm, Doctor Hure smirked then turned to Tom, who was wearing the same smirk.

"Good job, Doctor Hure." He said, hading him an envelope which has a hundred thousand pounds inside it.

"Thank you, sir. Although, what do we do about the body we found and made them believe as Mr. Potter?" He asked eagerly.

"Do whatever you want with it, I don't care."

The doctor nodded. "Is there anything else you want me to do, milord?" he asked politely.

"No… I have already done part of my plan… The next corpses you will be handling will be James and Lily Potter's…" he said maniacally then left the room and laughed coldly through the empty hallway.

A/N: I know! This chapter is so short but the next one will be long! I promise!! I'm still learning how to write stories, so sorry if it's crappy… You probably don't understand why Voldemort's friends with the Potters. As the story goes on, he'll be uncovered and be known as the enemy. Yes, the good characters still don't know he is and they still think he's nice. I depicted it this way for a reason… You'll see! Please review!!

-josie823