Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter characters, terms, or settings. All belong to J. K. Rowling and her publishers.
Note to everyone: Alright! I really thought that this was my worst FanFiction ever but apparently not because I got so many reviews asking for more. Not a single flame! ***Smiles to herself*** Even if I wrote in chapter 1 that I would write more, I really wasn't planning on it. But you convinced me, so there you have it: chapter 2 of Harry Potter and the Cruel Joke. By the way, some of it may be lame because I had to think of other terrible things to happen to harry. I love torturing Harry because it makes us fans love him and admire him even more!
Harry Potter and the Cruel Joke
Chapter 2/ The Forgotten Boy
Harry woke up feeling dizzy and sick. He sat up and looked around; he was … where was he? He tried to get off the moth-eaten cot he was lying on, but it hurt his head too much. Suddenly, the door opened and an elderly old woman walked in carrying a tray with tea and brownies. "Good Morning, dear," the old woman said, setting the tray aside on the little glass table in the room. "What happened? Where am I? Why am I here?" Harry asked croakily. It even hurt to speak.
"Well, I'm not sure, but, you see you came over and knocked on my door, looking deathly ill, mumbled some nonsense and passed out right in my arms. I'm sure your parents are very worried about you, young man," the lady said.
"Who are you?" Harry asked her.
"I am Mrs. Figg; Who are you?" she asked politely, offering Harry some tea.
"I'm-- I-- I don't… I can't remember," harry said. It even hurt to think.
"Hmm… this sounds serious to me. Well, how about you stay here until you remember?"
"I-- I-- alright, I will. Thank you, Mrs. Figg," Harry said.
"And I can't always call you by the name of Young Man. Choose a name until you remember yours," she suggested.
"Hmm… what about…" Harry tried to think of a name that he could remember. "What about--er-- Hermione?" he asked. That named seemed do familiar to him… some how, like somebody he once knew… or loved.
Mrs. Figg laughed right outloud. "Oh no, oh no, no, no, no, no!! That is a female's name, dear. We can't call you that! I shall pick one for you then… What about… say, Kelsey?" Harry shrugged. "I take that as a yes," Mrs. Figg decided.
"Mrs. Figg picked up the now empty tray, said, "You best get some sleep now", and shut the door quietly to let Harry rest in peace.
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"Master, it has worked. Harry Potter doesn't remember a thing," Evainnah said, smiling slyly.
"Good, good, then it will work just fine. Tomorrow, Drake and Fawnna will go to the place that he is staying and pose to be his family and take him back here. Then we will smarten him up a bit, get him to think he's my son, and then he will take over my throne in the Dark Forces," the cold high-pitched voice said.
"But Master, why are you getting Harry Potter of all people to do this? Why can't somebody with a full record in Dark History take over your throne?" Evainnah asked.
"Silly girl! Don't you realize it? I am dying, believe it, or not; I have been drained out of my powers and am no longer the most powerful wizard in the world… Harry Potter is. He's the only one whom can take my powers and become as powerful as I once was before," Voldemort said.
Evainnah sighed and dearly hoped that this plan would go right for once. She didn't hate harry Potter; she actually admired him. But she was tired of planning everything out for Voldemort. She was tired of doing most of his dirty work, with him taking credit for it. No, she wasn't mistreated by Voldemort, nor beaten. But she wasn't anybody. She was invisible to everybody but Voldemort and those as powerful as him. When she was 14 years old, Voldemort put that curse on her to enable her to help him do some of his work. Of course nobody ever saw her doing it and everybody just presumed Voldemort, who was very weak by now and couldn't even perform a simple-not-so-simple Everlasting Spell on himself to stay alive, had done it. Of course, this curse could be removed from her, but only by her true love. The thing was, the person had to know about the curse to remove it, and all the people Evainnah loved didn't know about the curse because she was inaudible and invisible to them. Evainnah sometimes cried at night wishing she could find somebody strong enough to remove the curse, but yet love him at the same time. The only few people she had seen that were strong enough to remove the curse were men whom were greedy, selfish, and so evil it wasn't impossible to love such. She couldn't make herself love those cruel men, or make anybody love her back in return. Of course she had asked Lord Voldemort to remove the curse himself, as he was the only person who knew the counter-curse. But he just scoffed and said, "Foolish child! Do you realize you are my secret weapon? Do you realize you are the Dark side's only hope?" But Evainnah didn't want to be evil; she didn't want to be the Dark Side's only hope; she just wanted to be herself and wanted people to recognize her once and for all. Besides, she was so soft and loving… how could she ever be evil enough to help Voldemort? She didn't hate Voldemort. She thought that he was very talented and he was very kind to her… well, as kind as Voldemort can get. Voldemort wasn't the man for having affairs with women, having sex, lusting after people, or having romantic dinners; he was one of those people who started out like Evainnah: hardly ever noticed, no family to know him, and he let people walk all over him. But as he grew older he realized he wanted to be someone, somebody that nobody would forget. He wanted to make a difference in his world, whether evil or good. He just wanted to be someone and Evainnah admired him for that. She was the same way. Just only if it were possible for something like that to happen to her….
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Harry Potter woke up the next morning feeling a little woozy, but he felt well enough to jump out of his bed, and scream down the hall, "Where's your bathroom?!"
He heard Mrs. Figg open the door to the room she was in and laugh. "Oops, "she said, "I suppose you might need to know where it is, yes. Down that hall, take a left, and it's the first door on your left." Harry ran as fast as he could to the rest room. He pushed open the door, and closed it, doing a funny sort of jig. Aww, Harry thought, that feels better! How long have I been sleeping, anyway?
He closed the door and walked down the hall much slower this time. He found Mrs. Figg in his room making the bed for him. "Would you like anything to eat, Kelsey?" she asked him.
Harry grimaced at the name and then realized it was his!
"Er-- yes please," he said. He didn't realize he was actually that hungry until it was mentioned. Mrs. Figg beckoned Harry to the kitchen where she had baked some biscuits and eggs. Harry chowed it down and then gulped down the orange juice that she had given him.
*** Ding-dong! ***
The doorbell rang. "I'll get it," Mrs. Figg said, throwing aside the dishcloth she had been using to clean the dishes with.
"Hello?" he heard Mrs. Figg say distantly.
"Yes, we're looking for our son, Harry. He's been missing for quite a while and--" ***sobs*** "-- here's a picture of him. If you've seen h-him, please give us a call."
"Wait! I have seen him!" Mrs. Figg said. "Three days ago, he came to my house in a ill state. He slept for three days and then woke up, not remembering a thing. He's here right now. Come in please! You must be very worried!"
Harry heard footsteps enter the marble hallway and enter the kitchen.
There was a young woman with black hair and an older man with a grayish colour with a silver tint to it. The woman was sobbing and holding a handkerchief to her face and blowing hard. When she saw Harry, she screamed, "Harry!" and ran to hug him.
They two adults turned their attention to Mrs. Figg. "How can we ever repay you?" the man asked in a gruff voice.
"Oh, it was nothing; Harry here has been a blessing to me. Goodness knows how long it's been since I've had company-- or even children-- over here," Mrs. Figg said.
"We're his aunt and uncle, by the way," the woman said.
"How do you do?" Mrs. Figg said.
"Well, we must be going now. His Dad's expecting him any moment now," the man said. "Come on harry," he directed towards Harry.
Harry stood up and walked out to leave. "Thank you," he said to Mrs. Figg.
He followed the couple out of the house and they traveled by taxi.
"Here, harry, take something to drink," the woman offered a cup of juice to him.
He tasted the contents in the mug; it was fruity and tangy, but nevertheless, good. He drank the rest. "Gosh, I'm sleepy,' harry said. And then he fell asleep.
They got the taxi driver to drop them off on the side of the road there and they carried Harry over.
"Travelickulous!" the pair cried, and then they, and the sleeping Harry traveled to the other side of the world.
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There was a knocking at the door. Evainnah stood up from her high-backed chair and answered it. Drake and Fawnna came in, carrying Harry Potter, whom was sound asleep. They didn't see Evainnah, of course, but they knew she was there. "Here, Evainnah, grab his feet and bring him to the couch!" Drake demanded of her. She grabbed his feet and slowly helped them transport Harry to the velvet green sofa in the corner of the room.
Wow, Evainnah thought, he is so cute! I love him already, but sigh… he's only a boy…he isn't near powerful enough to notice me. I will never be free of this curse! She thought. There was no need to fight back her tears. Nobody could see or hear her crying except Voldemort, but he was away for a while. She let the tears flow while he heart broke-- again.
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