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The Power of Love
Chapter Two
"Who?!" John was really confused. That name rang a large bell inside of him.
"You're name is Harry Potter! You're a hero! Oh Harry, we all thought you were dead!" Angelina began crying. Through her tears, she saw the house. "Pull in here!"
John pulled into the rickety driveway. "Harry, stay here. Then, when I come back out, you can come in. Oh Harry, I'm so glad I found you!" Angelina hugged him and he hugged her back awkwardly.
She got out of the car and ran to the door. John noticed an old, wooden sign in the grass that read "The Burrow". He sat in suspense for a long time, nervously twitching his leg. Was this a joke? Did that woman and her family really know who he was? Is?
Angelina appeared in the doorway and ran back to the car. Her tears were falling freely now. "Harry, a lot of people don't believe me, but they will when they see you. Lets-lets go." She pulled him out of the car and walked jogged to the door. It was still drizzling out, so John followed quickly on unsteady legs.
He stepped inside the warm room. There was a huge intake of breath and John turned to face everyone in the room.
The majority of the people had shockingly red hair and were males, except an elderly woman who had red hair and was clutching her heart. Everyone went as pale as ghosts.
John looked around nervously. "Um, hello," he said, his voice wavering.
The older woman let out a great sob and fainted. That seemed to break everyone out of his or her stupor's, and they all stared at him.
A woman with brown, bushy hair and a man who was tall with very red hair approached him cautiously.
"Harry? Is that you? It's Hermione," the woman asked cautiously, her brown eyes filled with tears.
John looked at her for a long moment, desperately racking his brain for a memory of her. Finally, he gave up.
"I-I don't know," he whispered.
The tears fell from her eyes now. "Oh, Harry!"
She flung her arms around him and he patted her awkwardly on the head. Hermione finally released him and the man stepped forward. He seemed to be in a sort of shock.
"Its-its me, Harry. Ron. Ron Weasley? Your best friend?" He asked desperately.
"I-I'm sorry...I-" John trailed off, feeling thoroughly upset. Ron embraced him tightly.
"Oh God, I wish you-" He broke off and stepped back. "We thought you were dead."
John swallowed. "I nearly did die, but I haven't the faintest idea why..." He sent a look to Angelina, who was the only person he recognized. She moved next to him as a gesture of comfort.
Suddenly, a middle-aged man with black hair and dark eyes entered the house with a large smile on his face.
"Sorry I'm late, all. I had to finish up-why is everyone so quiet?"
Yet another red headed man, this one shorter than most and stocky stepped back and allowed the man a clear view of John.
"Ha-Harry?" the man gasped.
He rushed forward and hugged John so tightly John had trouble breathing. "Harry! What-who? Oh, we thought you were dead! Why is everyone acting like someone did died?" He looked around curiously at all the people who were crying.
An elderly man stepped forward. He was not a red head, instead, he had brown hair that was almost completely gray.
"Because, Sirius, he has no idea who we are." He said quietly.
Sirius turned sharply back to John and placed his had on his shoulder.
"Of course he does! Don't you, Harry! You know who I am...don't you?"
John looked at him, helpless.
"Harry, it's Sirius-your godfather!"
"Sirius-its-its n-no use! H-he doesn't kn-know w-who we a-are!" Hermione sobbed, burying her head into Ron's shirt.
John had never felt so helpless in his life. He was trying to remember who all of these nice people were, but he couldn't!
"We need to take him to a doctor," Angelina said quietly. "Maybe they can tell us what we have to do to get him to remember us." Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Mummy! Mummy, Emma told me to shut up!" The frightened voice of a little boy with brown hair and glasses made Hermione look up.
"Emma, don't tell your brother to shut up. Come here, Harry dear," John thought for a second that Hermione was talking to him, but the little boy crawled on his mother's lap and looked at John curiously.
"Mummy, who's that?"
Hermione looked at John and then back at her son. "Harry, sweetie, he-he's the man I named you after," she choked.
"Aunt Hermione! He's Harry Potter?!" A girl who looked to be about eleven stepped forward. Hermione began sobbing again.
"Caitlin!" A woman with brown, corkscrew curls who must be her mother pulled the curious girl back.
John awkwardly looked at Angelina. She smiled sadly at him, and then a thought struck her.
"Harry-where's your wand?"
"My-my what?" Everyone in the room looked at him in disbelief.
"Your wand Harry. You know," she pulled the stick out of her pocket.
"Wand? What sort of rubbish are you talking about?"
Angelina gasped, along with everyone else. "Oh, no. Please tell me you know about-about magic?"
"Magic? Are you mad?!"
"Oh my God," Sirius said faintly, grabbing onto the mantle for support.
"Surely you remember magic, Harry?"
John looked at them, thinking they were all completely nuts. "You are all mad! You belong in insane asylums! I'm calling the police unless you let me leave now!"
In an instant, everyone had drawn their wands and was pointing them at John.
"Don't-don't Harry, please! We still have to talk to you!" Angelina begged, grabbing on to his shirt.
He laughed cruelly. "What are you going to do with those sticks? Poke me with them?"
Sirius yelled, "Stupefy!" Before he could stop himself. The world around John fell black.
~*~*~*~*
"Sirius, you really shouldn't have done that."
"He was bothering me! He doesn't believe us!"
"Yes, but dear, that gave you no right to stun him. Dr. Cross should be here any minute."
"Hello, Molly!" A different voice came into the conversation.
"Hello, Dr. Cross!"
Faces swam into John's vision. His glasses had been removed. He groped on a table next to him and felt his hand close around the cool metal. He could now identify the once-blurry shapes: an elderly looking, plump redheaded that John recognized as the woman who had fainted, the man named Sirius, and who must be Dr. Cross.
"Oh, good, he's finally awake," Molly looked down at him, her eyes red- rimmed as though she had been crying.
John was lying on a very comfortable, if slightly lumpy, bed in what seemed to be a furnace. There're were violently orange posters covering the old, peeling wallpaper. But the pictures were moving! And the people were flying on-on broomsticks! It was as if televisions were all around him!
"Hello, Mr.-erm what did you say he thinks his name is?" the doctor peered into John's face.
"He thinks its John-John Garrison," Angelina had entered the room. He felt more relaxed since she was now present. She sat down in a chair next to his bed and smiled warmly.
"What happened?" John asked in a croaky voice.
"Sirius here Stunned you."
"Stunned? What's that?"
"Oh, dear," the doctor said weakly.
"Yes, and he doesn't have his wand. We're hoping he's not, you know, a Muggle."
"What's a Muggle?"
"A Muggle is a non-magic person." Molly said gently.
"You all think you're magical, don't you?" John said with an irritating smile.
"We know we are," Sirius butted in.
"Oh, well. I've decided I might as well keep going in this fantastic dream. I'll wake up any moment now. I say, could one of you show me some magic?"
Dr. Cross and Molly exchanged exasperated glances.
"Very well. What would you like for me to do?" Dr. Cross asked, taking his wand out of his white robe pocket.
"I would love a glass of water."
The doctor waved his wand and a glass of water appeared in John's hand.
"Wow," he breathed. He pinched himself hard. And yelped with pain.
"Mr. Potter or Garrison, do you believe in magic now?"
John felt faint. He nodded.
"Can I do that?"
"Can we start calling you you're proper name?" Sirius inserted sharply.
"I supposed. What's it again? Harry Potter?"
"Yes," Molly said sadly.
"In answer to your question, Mr. Potter, we don't know if you will still be able to do that. But we certainly hope so." Dr. Cross answered.
"Molly, I've got his wand," Ron entered the room breathlessly. "I still don't believe that Mr. Ollivander agreed to make another that is the exact same, but he said since it was for Harry Potter, it was the least he could do." He caught sight of Harry, sitting up in bed. "Oh. You're awake. Is he still, erm, John or whatever?"
"He still thinks he is, but he said we could call him Harry."
"Good. Hello, Dr. Cross."
"Hello Ron. I haven't seen you since little Harry was born. He's due for a check up next month, is he not?"
"Yeah. It's uncanny how much he's like his namesake. Or, how Harry used to be," Ron looked at his friend, pain etched in his young, handsome features.
Harry shifted uncomfortably.
"Well, back to business. Could you stand up please, Harry?"
Harry obliged the doctor and got out of bed with help from Angelina. Ron passed him the wand with a shaking hand.
Harry grasped it and felt a shock of familiarity pass through him. "Whoa," he said, staring at the wand. There was a warmth that seemed to be channeling through him. Suddenly, and very unexplainably, he knew what to do.
"Lumus!" he cried, and the end of the wand lit with light. A wide grin spread across his face as he began recalling spells, and he did them all. Soon, the entire family was crowded into the small room, watching Harry perform all of his spells. After he had turned himself into a tiger and back did Dr. Cross stop him.
"Very, very good Harry. Yes, this is a common case of memory-loss," he muttered to himself, looking very pleased. He turned to the family. "Harry has had a common case of memory loss. How it happened, we will probably never know. But, in order to get Harry's memory back, you need to start with saying simple words and names to him. You need to take him to see people and places. He will recall some things; others will be completely useless. Everything will seem very jumbled and confusing to him, until he sees a particular person or visits a particular place that is very strong and dear to him. Then his entire memory will come back, and he will be normal again. This is very time consuming, and that is why I suggest you start very soon. But, do not overwhelm him with people and places and once; this is a slow but gratifying process. Good luck!" And with a final goodbye, Dr. Cross left. Excited chatter broke out immediately.
"Everyone hush!" Molly stood in front of the family and everyone quieted quickly. "Now, I think he has been around enough people and excitement today. Let him be alone with Hermione, Sirius, and Ron for the rest of the day. Everyone out!" Molly shooed them all out of the small bedroom and shut the door firmly behind her.
"Oh, Harry, I'm so happy that you remembered all of those spells! We'll have you back to normal in no time!" Hermione's eyes shined with happy tears. She turned to Ron and Sirius. "I've come up with a list of things that we should ask him first. I'd say no more than a few a day." Hermione pulled out a list that she had established in record time.
"Blimey, Hermione! How could you have written all that in such a small time and not have your handwriting messed up?" Ron stared at the piece of parchment.
"Anyway, what's first on the list?" Sirius asked, impatiently.
Hermione looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Dudley Dursley," slowly and carefully.
Images began flashing across Harry's mind. He shut his eyes and saw them all. Most was an image of a blonde, very fat boy teasing, taunting, and hitting him. He opened his eyes, and the pictures stopped.
"Harry, who is Dudley Dursley?" Hermione asked, praying.
"My cousin," Harry answered immediately.
Hermione clapped a hand to her mouth, Ron gasped, and Sirius grinned. The next thing he knew, Harry was being hugged by all three of them.
"Oh, Harry, it's so good to have you here!"
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But anyway, review!!! Love you who do!!
Thanks to: Snowlily and ReineDansante- my beta's and fellow comrades in arms!!!! Love you all bunches!!
Cheers!
Bella
The Power of Love
Chapter Two
"Who?!" John was really confused. That name rang a large bell inside of him.
"You're name is Harry Potter! You're a hero! Oh Harry, we all thought you were dead!" Angelina began crying. Through her tears, she saw the house. "Pull in here!"
John pulled into the rickety driveway. "Harry, stay here. Then, when I come back out, you can come in. Oh Harry, I'm so glad I found you!" Angelina hugged him and he hugged her back awkwardly.
She got out of the car and ran to the door. John noticed an old, wooden sign in the grass that read "The Burrow". He sat in suspense for a long time, nervously twitching his leg. Was this a joke? Did that woman and her family really know who he was? Is?
Angelina appeared in the doorway and ran back to the car. Her tears were falling freely now. "Harry, a lot of people don't believe me, but they will when they see you. Lets-lets go." She pulled him out of the car and walked jogged to the door. It was still drizzling out, so John followed quickly on unsteady legs.
He stepped inside the warm room. There was a huge intake of breath and John turned to face everyone in the room.
The majority of the people had shockingly red hair and were males, except an elderly woman who had red hair and was clutching her heart. Everyone went as pale as ghosts.
John looked around nervously. "Um, hello," he said, his voice wavering.
The older woman let out a great sob and fainted. That seemed to break everyone out of his or her stupor's, and they all stared at him.
A woman with brown, bushy hair and a man who was tall with very red hair approached him cautiously.
"Harry? Is that you? It's Hermione," the woman asked cautiously, her brown eyes filled with tears.
John looked at her for a long moment, desperately racking his brain for a memory of her. Finally, he gave up.
"I-I don't know," he whispered.
The tears fell from her eyes now. "Oh, Harry!"
She flung her arms around him and he patted her awkwardly on the head. Hermione finally released him and the man stepped forward. He seemed to be in a sort of shock.
"Its-its me, Harry. Ron. Ron Weasley? Your best friend?" He asked desperately.
"I-I'm sorry...I-" John trailed off, feeling thoroughly upset. Ron embraced him tightly.
"Oh God, I wish you-" He broke off and stepped back. "We thought you were dead."
John swallowed. "I nearly did die, but I haven't the faintest idea why..." He sent a look to Angelina, who was the only person he recognized. She moved next to him as a gesture of comfort.
Suddenly, a middle-aged man with black hair and dark eyes entered the house with a large smile on his face.
"Sorry I'm late, all. I had to finish up-why is everyone so quiet?"
Yet another red headed man, this one shorter than most and stocky stepped back and allowed the man a clear view of John.
"Ha-Harry?" the man gasped.
He rushed forward and hugged John so tightly John had trouble breathing. "Harry! What-who? Oh, we thought you were dead! Why is everyone acting like someone did died?" He looked around curiously at all the people who were crying.
An elderly man stepped forward. He was not a red head, instead, he had brown hair that was almost completely gray.
"Because, Sirius, he has no idea who we are." He said quietly.
Sirius turned sharply back to John and placed his had on his shoulder.
"Of course he does! Don't you, Harry! You know who I am...don't you?"
John looked at him, helpless.
"Harry, it's Sirius-your godfather!"
"Sirius-its-its n-no use! H-he doesn't kn-know w-who we a-are!" Hermione sobbed, burying her head into Ron's shirt.
John had never felt so helpless in his life. He was trying to remember who all of these nice people were, but he couldn't!
"We need to take him to a doctor," Angelina said quietly. "Maybe they can tell us what we have to do to get him to remember us." Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Mummy! Mummy, Emma told me to shut up!" The frightened voice of a little boy with brown hair and glasses made Hermione look up.
"Emma, don't tell your brother to shut up. Come here, Harry dear," John thought for a second that Hermione was talking to him, but the little boy crawled on his mother's lap and looked at John curiously.
"Mummy, who's that?"
Hermione looked at John and then back at her son. "Harry, sweetie, he-he's the man I named you after," she choked.
"Aunt Hermione! He's Harry Potter?!" A girl who looked to be about eleven stepped forward. Hermione began sobbing again.
"Caitlin!" A woman with brown, corkscrew curls who must be her mother pulled the curious girl back.
John awkwardly looked at Angelina. She smiled sadly at him, and then a thought struck her.
"Harry-where's your wand?"
"My-my what?" Everyone in the room looked at him in disbelief.
"Your wand Harry. You know," she pulled the stick out of her pocket.
"Wand? What sort of rubbish are you talking about?"
Angelina gasped, along with everyone else. "Oh, no. Please tell me you know about-about magic?"
"Magic? Are you mad?!"
"Oh my God," Sirius said faintly, grabbing onto the mantle for support.
"Surely you remember magic, Harry?"
John looked at them, thinking they were all completely nuts. "You are all mad! You belong in insane asylums! I'm calling the police unless you let me leave now!"
In an instant, everyone had drawn their wands and was pointing them at John.
"Don't-don't Harry, please! We still have to talk to you!" Angelina begged, grabbing on to his shirt.
He laughed cruelly. "What are you going to do with those sticks? Poke me with them?"
Sirius yelled, "Stupefy!" Before he could stop himself. The world around John fell black.
~*~*~*~*
"Sirius, you really shouldn't have done that."
"He was bothering me! He doesn't believe us!"
"Yes, but dear, that gave you no right to stun him. Dr. Cross should be here any minute."
"Hello, Molly!" A different voice came into the conversation.
"Hello, Dr. Cross!"
Faces swam into John's vision. His glasses had been removed. He groped on a table next to him and felt his hand close around the cool metal. He could now identify the once-blurry shapes: an elderly looking, plump redheaded that John recognized as the woman who had fainted, the man named Sirius, and who must be Dr. Cross.
"Oh, good, he's finally awake," Molly looked down at him, her eyes red- rimmed as though she had been crying.
John was lying on a very comfortable, if slightly lumpy, bed in what seemed to be a furnace. There're were violently orange posters covering the old, peeling wallpaper. But the pictures were moving! And the people were flying on-on broomsticks! It was as if televisions were all around him!
"Hello, Mr.-erm what did you say he thinks his name is?" the doctor peered into John's face.
"He thinks its John-John Garrison," Angelina had entered the room. He felt more relaxed since she was now present. She sat down in a chair next to his bed and smiled warmly.
"What happened?" John asked in a croaky voice.
"Sirius here Stunned you."
"Stunned? What's that?"
"Oh, dear," the doctor said weakly.
"Yes, and he doesn't have his wand. We're hoping he's not, you know, a Muggle."
"What's a Muggle?"
"A Muggle is a non-magic person." Molly said gently.
"You all think you're magical, don't you?" John said with an irritating smile.
"We know we are," Sirius butted in.
"Oh, well. I've decided I might as well keep going in this fantastic dream. I'll wake up any moment now. I say, could one of you show me some magic?"
Dr. Cross and Molly exchanged exasperated glances.
"Very well. What would you like for me to do?" Dr. Cross asked, taking his wand out of his white robe pocket.
"I would love a glass of water."
The doctor waved his wand and a glass of water appeared in John's hand.
"Wow," he breathed. He pinched himself hard. And yelped with pain.
"Mr. Potter or Garrison, do you believe in magic now?"
John felt faint. He nodded.
"Can I do that?"
"Can we start calling you you're proper name?" Sirius inserted sharply.
"I supposed. What's it again? Harry Potter?"
"Yes," Molly said sadly.
"In answer to your question, Mr. Potter, we don't know if you will still be able to do that. But we certainly hope so." Dr. Cross answered.
"Molly, I've got his wand," Ron entered the room breathlessly. "I still don't believe that Mr. Ollivander agreed to make another that is the exact same, but he said since it was for Harry Potter, it was the least he could do." He caught sight of Harry, sitting up in bed. "Oh. You're awake. Is he still, erm, John or whatever?"
"He still thinks he is, but he said we could call him Harry."
"Good. Hello, Dr. Cross."
"Hello Ron. I haven't seen you since little Harry was born. He's due for a check up next month, is he not?"
"Yeah. It's uncanny how much he's like his namesake. Or, how Harry used to be," Ron looked at his friend, pain etched in his young, handsome features.
Harry shifted uncomfortably.
"Well, back to business. Could you stand up please, Harry?"
Harry obliged the doctor and got out of bed with help from Angelina. Ron passed him the wand with a shaking hand.
Harry grasped it and felt a shock of familiarity pass through him. "Whoa," he said, staring at the wand. There was a warmth that seemed to be channeling through him. Suddenly, and very unexplainably, he knew what to do.
"Lumus!" he cried, and the end of the wand lit with light. A wide grin spread across his face as he began recalling spells, and he did them all. Soon, the entire family was crowded into the small room, watching Harry perform all of his spells. After he had turned himself into a tiger and back did Dr. Cross stop him.
"Very, very good Harry. Yes, this is a common case of memory-loss," he muttered to himself, looking very pleased. He turned to the family. "Harry has had a common case of memory loss. How it happened, we will probably never know. But, in order to get Harry's memory back, you need to start with saying simple words and names to him. You need to take him to see people and places. He will recall some things; others will be completely useless. Everything will seem very jumbled and confusing to him, until he sees a particular person or visits a particular place that is very strong and dear to him. Then his entire memory will come back, and he will be normal again. This is very time consuming, and that is why I suggest you start very soon. But, do not overwhelm him with people and places and once; this is a slow but gratifying process. Good luck!" And with a final goodbye, Dr. Cross left. Excited chatter broke out immediately.
"Everyone hush!" Molly stood in front of the family and everyone quieted quickly. "Now, I think he has been around enough people and excitement today. Let him be alone with Hermione, Sirius, and Ron for the rest of the day. Everyone out!" Molly shooed them all out of the small bedroom and shut the door firmly behind her.
"Oh, Harry, I'm so happy that you remembered all of those spells! We'll have you back to normal in no time!" Hermione's eyes shined with happy tears. She turned to Ron and Sirius. "I've come up with a list of things that we should ask him first. I'd say no more than a few a day." Hermione pulled out a list that she had established in record time.
"Blimey, Hermione! How could you have written all that in such a small time and not have your handwriting messed up?" Ron stared at the piece of parchment.
"Anyway, what's first on the list?" Sirius asked, impatiently.
Hermione looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Dudley Dursley," slowly and carefully.
Images began flashing across Harry's mind. He shut his eyes and saw them all. Most was an image of a blonde, very fat boy teasing, taunting, and hitting him. He opened his eyes, and the pictures stopped.
"Harry, who is Dudley Dursley?" Hermione asked, praying.
"My cousin," Harry answered immediately.
Hermione clapped a hand to her mouth, Ron gasped, and Sirius grinned. The next thing he knew, Harry was being hugged by all three of them.
"Oh, Harry, it's so good to have you here!"
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Cheers!
Bella