Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. This story is merely my way of saluting her. I do not own any of these characters; I just manipulate their thoughts. And I'm not Stephenie Meyer either. I'm just borrowing her minions to do my bidding.
A/N: You know you love it. No use denying it.
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Harry jerked awake, sitting up forcefully. His eyes refused to focus and he saw black edges lining his vision. He blinked furiously, looking wildly around him.
"What the hell?"
He was back in Madame Pomfrey's Hospital Wing.
"Oh good, you're awake," Madame Pomfrey's cheerful voice sounded from behind the curtained barrier.
Harry's confusion grew rapidly. He struggled out of bed, lurching as his legs threatened to give away. The nurse appeared around the corner, shaking her head at Harry.
"Couldn't stay out of trouble, Mr. Potter?" she asked, swiping her wand at Harry. He felt a force pushing him down and he sat heavily on the bed. He gulped nervously. Madame Pomfrey had this effect on him. She was always so disappointed with him.
"I'll send in your visitors," she said, pushing a vial into Harry's trembling hand and looking at him sternly. He quickly swallowed the potion, feeling his energy being boosted up. The door to his room burst open and Harry leapt under his covers, drawing it up to his chin.
"Harry Potter, don't you dare scare us like that ever again!" Hermione screeched, running up to his bed and throwing herself at him. Harry was knocked onto his back when Ron's body joined the hug.
"I – er… Sorry," Harry mumbled, trying to sort his life out. "What – why am I here?"
"The Death Eaters brought you here," Ron said, his voice muffled against Harry's shoulder.
"Oh. Right… Wait – did they –"
"No, they didn't."
Harry relaxed into the hug. "Good. And – I can't breathe," he said.
"Oh, sorry." Hermione and Ron released him. "You've been out cold for a whole day! How do you feel?" Ron asked.
"I'm still – I can't really remember everything," Harry said, frowning. His mind tried to fill in the blank gaps and that led to more bewilderment. He snorted humorlessly. "I – wow, I can't remember anything," he said.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other with apprehension. "What do you mean?"
"I'm just tired, that's all," Harry sighed.
"No, Harry, what do you mean you can't remember anything?"
"I – I don't know," he said worriedly, catching Ron and Hermione's expressions. "Just… blank."
"Harry, what do you remember?" Hermione asked urgently.
"Really, it's nothing to fret about. I just can't remember how – where – I mean, I remember… Er, the last thing I remember is – Edward?" he stammered, blushing at his encounter with the vampire.
"When?"
Harry shrugged. "Yesterday, I guess. It didn't – it didn't go over so well," he said.
"Harry, what day is it?"
"Wow, Hermione, you're being super paranoid. I don't know – isn't it like February twenty-third, or something?"
Ron gaped, open-mouthed. "Harry, it's April fifth."
Harry frowned, opening his mouth to speak. He snapped it shut when he saw that his friends weren't joking. "What?" he breathed, his heart dropping. He struggled to remember what had happened after Edward had kissed him in the bookstore. He remembered getting into his car. Then he was somehow on the beach. And then – it was black. "I can't –" he said, crushing the palms of his hands to his eyes. "What happened?" he asked.
"I – I'm going to get Madame Pomfrey," Hermione said, rushing out of the room. Ron sat on the chair beside Harry's bed, his eyes wide with horror.
Harry rewound his memory, trying to catch it off guard. He remembered the school and his students. He remembered the Cullen house and the town. He remembered Edward and Bella. He remembered the rain and the cold. He remembered the pain. And – guilt. Guilt over something. What am I missing? "Ron," Harry said, looking at his friend with pained eyes. "I – I don't know how I was taken. I can't remember them coming after me. I can't remember – Fuck!" He felt tears pooling in his eyes. He swiped them away furiously.
"They obliviated you, Harry," Ron said weakly.
Madame Pomfrey entered the room, moving her wand in patterns and murmuring charms. Harry felt soft tugging and pushing in his mind and he tried not to flinch. She sighed dejectedly. "Harry, what's the last thing you remember?" she asked softly.
"I – I was on a – a beach? I think… February twenty-third. Then just snippets of – I don't know, Death Eaters and Dementors. They wanted the Elder Wand. And then I was by the lake and now I'm here."
"Harry, you're missing a month and a half of your memory."
"But, I don't – it doesn't feel like –" Harry stammered.
"I know. But you understand, right?" the nurse asked, placing a warm hand on Harry's. He nodded mutely, willing his fear from rising too far.
The door opened slowly and Alice's little head popped in. "Can we come in yet?" she asked.
"Alice? What – what are you doing here?" Harry asked, taken aback by the sudden appearance.
She stepped into the room lightly. "Saving you, of course!"
"Oh," Harry frowned. His mind was overworked by now and he was half certain that he was delirious.
"So, can we come in?" she asked again. Harry looked at Madame Pomfrey, who sighed and nodded tiredly.
Alice shone a brilliant smile at the room before opening the door wider to let the Cullens in.
"Wait – you're all – um…" Harry started saying, trailing off when Edward entered, grinning marvelously. Harry just about died of mortification. He blushed himself beet red and ducked his head. He was confused as to why Edward looked so happy. He looked less than happy when they'd met last. Maybe it changed over the past month. Harry closed his eyes in frustration.
Hermione was quick to fill them in. "He – He's lost his memory."
The Cullens froze. "What?"
"Just part of it," Hermione added rapidly.
"Which part?"
"March," Harry muttered staring at his bed.
"You're… missing a whole month?" Emmett asked in astonishment.
"Yes."
"But you're alright, aren't you?" Edward asked softly. Harry's heart fluttered unusually. He nodded, not trusting his voice.
"Good," Edward said, touching Harry's shoulder lightly. Harry shivered impulsively at the cold touch.
Harry was snapped out of his daze when he heard commotion outside the ward. He looked up in time to see a muscled young man stumbling into the room, apparently having been pushed. He tried to back away from the dozen eyes staring at him, but was pushed back into the room with force. He staggered to a halt with a nervous expression on his face. Harry eyed the man curiously. His eyes were downturned and he shuffled his feet uncertainly. After a few moments, he looked up at Harry, pushing his hands into his pockets. Harry felt warmth flow through him as he looked into the large brown eyes.
"Hi," the man said simply.
"H – Hi," Harry replied, blinking away his confusion.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes."
"Okay."
They stared at each other for a few seconds, unsure of what to do.
"You don't remember, do you?" Edward asked slowly, realization dawning on him. Harry looked up, his brows drawn together.
"Remember what?"
"Who he is."
Harry blinked at Edward's solemn face. He looked back at tall man. His frown deepened as he shook his head. "I'm sorry, I – I don't."
"What do you mean he doesn't remember?" Jacob asked shakily.
"He – he's lost his memory of the last month," Alice said softly.
"Oh," Jacob breathed, feeling winded as his heart dropped. He couldn't feel Harry because Harry had forgotten him. "Oh," he said again, his voice strangled as he stepped back. "Harry, you know me, don't you?" he asked thickly.
Harry felt his heart hammering at the man's question. He tried to see if he could place the man anywhere in his memories. He closed his eyes against the man's emotion and shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said again, feeling helpless.
Jacob closed the distance between them in two strides, grasping Harry's hand. Harry felt magic coursing through him, leaving him unsettled and nervous. He tried to wrench his hand away from the Jacob's as the heady rush of magic flew through him.
"Let go," Harry said vehemently. His hand was released instantly. He heaved in the air as he tried to calm his mind. "Wh – what are you?" he asked, staring at his now-cooling hand.
Jacob cupped Harry's chin, drawing it up. Harry was too stunned to move and he looked into Jacob's eyes. He gasped when he felt a flash of terror and guilt. He scrambled away, nausea filling him. Jacob flinched back when Harry moved away from him. "You don't remember me," he murmured. Harry's heart stumbled over itself as the emotions washed over him. He watched Jacob straighten up and glance at Harry with clouded eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief when the large man left the room wordlessly.
"Who was he?" Harry asked, breathing heavily from the panic and looking at the closed door. He didn't receive an answer. "Who was he?" he asked again, slowly.
Alice gripped Harry's arm lightly. "That's Jacob."
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A/N: Oh, stop whining. I was going to have Jacob walk in on Harry and Edward kissing. Would that have been better? I didn't think so.