Title: Fragments
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Harry Potter belongs to Rowling and the Kingdom Hearts games belong to Square Enix and Disney.
Summary: As Naminé steals Sora's memories away, what happens to the memories of the people he saved?
Characters/Pairings: implied past Leon/Harry
Series: Not really, but it could be looked at as a sequel to 'Too Much Information'
Author's Notes: I'm supposed to be working on Side Effects…
Fragments
His memories of the past seven months were scattered, broken, drifting. Incomplete and not quite whole, but important.
Harry played with the lion ring, twisting it around and around his ring finger as he tried to piece the fragments together. They centered around a boy--one Harry couldn't quite remember but knew was important--and people the boy had known. A talking dog, a duck with anger management problems, a gentle woman with long reddish-brown hair and green eyes, a teenager with far too much energy, a blond man who chain smoked whenever he could, a tall man with brown hair and cold eyes. Important people, one of whom had meant the world to Harry for a short while.
A person he didn't know now.
The boy wasn't in Harry's memories often. Harry could remember times when the boy wasn't around, times when he was living in that place he couldn't remember the name of, but the boy was important. The boy was important to the worlds. The boy had saved him. Slept on his couch while his two animal friends slept in Harry's spare bedroom. Trained with the man who had given Harry the ring he couldn't stop playing with.
But the ring wasn't important…Well, it was in a personal sense, but the boy was important to the worlds. The boy had done something to save the worlds, to save Harry and others like him. It shamed Harry to know he couldn't remember the boy's name or his comrade's names. Harry wished he could, he wanted to thank them.
And ask if they knew the name of the man who had given him the ring. It scared Harry that he couldn't remember the name of his once lover.
Leon turned the white feather over and over, gently playing with it, being careful of the sharp quill point. He had found it in his bags, a memento of someone from Traverse Town. All of them had hundreds of little things like it, bits and pieces of things left from their life in that shadow world. The quill was the only one that kept drawing his attention. Sure, the picture of him, Aerith, Yuffie, and Cid all crowded around their favorite café table was special, but the quill belonged to one of the faded people in the photos Aerith couldn't bring herself to throw away just yet.
The photos were strange. The backgrounds were solid and clear, as were some of the people in them, but there were blank spots, places where people should be but weren't. Yuffie playing chess with a ghost. Aerith talking to a shadow. Cid trying to get his cigarettes back from Yuffie and a floating Keyblade. Leon holding someone who wasn't there and wasn't Rinoa.
Leon didn't like looking at that one. He had been with other people while living at Traverse Town, a person can't go nine years without human interaction, even though he had tried, but that was the only picture of one of those short lived relationships. It scared him to think he had had a relationship, a relationship Aerith had found memorable enough to take a picture to immortalize, with a person he couldn't recall beyond a faded memory of green eyes and dark hair.
Leon could trace his missing memories to the wielder of the Keyblade. He couldn't remember what the boy looked like, his name, anything beyond the boy had the Keyblade. Every memory after that and some before were affected, any memory where the boy was mentioned or had a direct or indirect impact on was gone or had crater sized holes in it. The pictures, like Leon's memories, had the same holes.
Merlin said it was a memory spell of sorts, a powerful one. It wasn't targeted at them, but at the boy they couldn't remember. Whoever had cast the spell had messed it up royally in Merlin's opinion. If they had done it properly, no one would know they had been affected.
Leon didn't know if that was a comfort or a curse. His Greiver ring, the one he had planned to give to Rinoa one day, was missing, and Leon suspected he had given it to a man he couldn't remember.
