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Disclaimer: I own the unfamiliar, the rest is JKR's.
A/N: I have this story completed, have for a while, but thought I'd post it for you all. Anyways, it's all uploaded and I'll just post it chapter by chapter, one day at a time. It'll give you all something of mine to read, and me time to get some work done on other stories.
Anyways, here it is. I've noticed a lot of losing memory spells where Harry comes back and he's attacked viciously by uncaring people, seemingly alone after a long period of time. So, I felt the way that I think they would react needed to be written. Here it is! Enjoy!
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Lost Memories
Chapter Two: Adjusting
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A month later. . . .
Harry sighed as he got out of bed once again to take care of a sobbing James. He was beginning to doubt the ring on his finger meant anything at all as no one had shown up yet through the Ministry. He knew he loved James with all his heart, but he needed to get out of Abby's house. She had been beyond generous, supplying him with money for clothes, food and supplies for both him and James, it was beyond time for him to start paying his own way.
When James was sleeping during the past month, Harry had been learning from spells, charms, potions and Herbology books. He'd gotten to a third year's level at all of it, as he found himself remembering how to do things as he reviewed them. He sighed again as he leaned in and picked up his month old son and whispered, "Jamie-boy, I love you with all my heart, but we've got to work out a better sleeping schedule. Daddy can't take much more of this."
James of course didn't understand a word and just kept crying until Harry changed his diaper and put the bottle in James's mouth. He sat in the rocking chair that he had painted himself the Muggle way for James the week after he'd been born. He hummed while he fed James and gently rocked his adorable son and stared into emerald green eyes that looked up at him full of trust, love and innocence.
Harry couldn't help but smile at that. In the past month he and Abby had taken more pictures of James then he'd ever thought possible. Harry had named Abby godmother to James, and she had religiously referred to herself as Auntie Abby when she was talking to James. Harry and Abby had fast become friends in the past month; she was dating a Wizard named Tony Roberts, who worked as a Curse-breaker for Gringotts.
Once James was done and ready to go back to sleep, Harry rocked his baby boy to sleep, all the while humming a little tune he'd heard on the wireless one night. It didn't take long and then James was asleep. Harry put James in bed, and took a shower quickly. After putting on a pair of black trousers and a green button down shirt, and his silver framed glasses he went down and ate breakfast with Abby.
She grinned up at him and said, "Why good morning Sexy. How was Jamesie last night?"
He chuckled, pouring himself a mug of coffee before sitting down to read the Daily Talon, the local Wizarding paper. Smiling he said, "He was alright. He seems to think he can go about three hours without a bottle and diaper change. I'm hoping he'll sleep through the night soon. Not betting on it, but I'm hoping. Would you watch him for me today? I'm going to try to get a job of some sort since the Ministry is taking so long. I'm beginning to wonder if my husband actually exists, I hope he isn't dead or injured."
Abby frowned and said, "I'll watch Jamesie for you. Harry you can't give up hope though. I'm sure he's out there looking for you somewhere, trying to get to you and James and for some reason or another simply can't. We've had that add in the Talon for the entire month asking anyone who knows you to come forward as you have no memory beyond what, your first year of Hogwarts now right?"
Harry nodded and said, "I still can't believe I helped Ron attack that Troll just to get Hermione out of the bathroom. And none of the memories help figure out who James's father is, as James is conveniently a miniature version of me. Maybe as he gets older it'll work itself out."
Abby put her hand on Harry's and said, "Whoever he is, I'm sure he misses you Harry. You're a great guy and if I'd been the one who lost you, I'd be frantic with worry and looking everywhere for you."
Harry smiled at Abby and said, "Thanks. I think I'll pull the add from the Talon too. He obviously doesn't get it where he is. He's already missed so much of James's life though. I just hope he finds us soon or we find him soon, I don't want him to miss any more of this."
Abby watched Harry get up and grab his keys before he left yelling out a 'bye' as he did. The man really had too much going on in his life right now. Him and James needed the other Dad back in the equation and she was downright sick of the Ministry for not responding to the owl she'd sent. She got up and showered while she knew James was still asleep, best to get ready while she knew she could.
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Harry came home that afternoon roughly around four o'clock with a large grin on his face. Abby looked up from where she was holding James and feeding him and smiled back before asking, "Well now this is a change. What's making you smile handsome?"
Harry smiled and said, "Oh nothing, you're just looking at the fabulous, well written, internationally known, new Quidditch Reporter for the Daily Talon."
Abby burst out laughing and said, "Oh I can't believe you! A reporter? Honestly Harry!"
Harry just grinned and said, "Hey look at it this way, now you, Tony, James and I get to go to Quidditch games all the time! The Quidditch World Cup is in California this year, Australia next year, and England the year after that! Can you imagine? I'm writing under a pseudo-name though, Evan Harrison. The Editor, Natalie O'Neill, told me it would sound better than the actual name and give James and I a bit of privacy."
Abby's eyebrow rose as she asked, "Already predicting being famous Mr. Potter?"
Harry laughed and said, "Oh I already am, didn't you get that memo?"
Abby laughed and replied with a mock-glare, "No! You forgot to send me one! So when's the first game?"
Harry smiled and said, "Two days. I've already got the tickets for you, Tony and Jamesie. You just have to show up and be your normal happy, smiling selves."
Abby looked at him pointedly and asked, "Normal?"
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Two days later found Abby and Tony cuddling and watching the Quidditch game next to Harry in the Press box. Harry was watching the game, but holding a sleeping James too. Abby had put a small silencing charm on James that didn't allow him to hear the noise, but allowed them to hear him. Harry had his dicta-quill taking notes on the game and his own personal comments as it went along.
The game itself ended far too soon for Tony and Harry's liking. But during the game Harry discovered his tastes in men seemed to lean towards the tall, dark and mysterious or the built, tan and blond. Abby, it seemed, had identical tastes in men, and the two spent time 'checking out' various men in the stands and on the field.
After a brief interview with the players, the small group went back to Abby's house, where James was put to bed and the three adults drank wine and celebrated Harry's new job late into the night. Only James waking up for a feeding interrupted, at which point Harry left to take care of James and go to bed, while Abby and Tony ran off to Abby's room to take advantage of the alone time.
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Harry smiled as he finally got into bed that night, his husband might not be with him, whoever his husband was, but perhaps life without him might not be so bad. If only he could remember the still missing eleven years. If his first year at Hogwarts had been any clue, his years at Hogwarts were full of adventures and utterly stupid ideas that turned out to be ridiculously fun.
He wondered if he should write to Ron or Hermione, or even one of his Professors from his first year, but decided against it. After all, they might not be friends or even on speaking terms anymore. He would be crushed if someone he wrote was dead, or hateful towards him when he didn't know why or how. Besides, if they wanted to find him it couldn't be all that hard to since he was in the Wizarding World, could it?
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Disclaimer: I own the unfamiliar, the rest is JKR's.
A/N: I have this story completed, have for a while, but thought I'd post it for you all. Anyways, it's all uploaded and I'll just post it chapter by chapter, one day at a time. It'll give you all something of mine to read, and me time to get some work done on other stories.
Anyways, here it is. I've noticed a lot of losing memory spells where Harry comes back and he's attacked viciously by uncaring people, seemingly alone after a long period of time. So, I felt the way that I think they would react needed to be written. Here it is! Enjoy!
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Lost Memories
Chapter Two: Adjusting
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A month later. . . .
Harry sighed as he got out of bed once again to take care of a sobbing James. He was beginning to doubt the ring on his finger meant anything at all as no one had shown up yet through the Ministry. He knew he loved James with all his heart, but he needed to get out of Abby's house. She had been beyond generous, supplying him with money for clothes, food and supplies for both him and James, it was beyond time for him to start paying his own way.
When James was sleeping during the past month, Harry had been learning from spells, charms, potions and Herbology books. He'd gotten to a third year's level at all of it, as he found himself remembering how to do things as he reviewed them. He sighed again as he leaned in and picked up his month old son and whispered, "Jamie-boy, I love you with all my heart, but we've got to work out a better sleeping schedule. Daddy can't take much more of this."
James of course didn't understand a word and just kept crying until Harry changed his diaper and put the bottle in James's mouth. He sat in the rocking chair that he had painted himself the Muggle way for James the week after he'd been born. He hummed while he fed James and gently rocked his adorable son and stared into emerald green eyes that looked up at him full of trust, love and innocence.
Harry couldn't help but smile at that. In the past month he and Abby had taken more pictures of James then he'd ever thought possible. Harry had named Abby godmother to James, and she had religiously referred to herself as Auntie Abby when she was talking to James. Harry and Abby had fast become friends in the past month; she was dating a Wizard named Tony Roberts, who worked as a Curse-breaker for Gringotts.
Once James was done and ready to go back to sleep, Harry rocked his baby boy to sleep, all the while humming a little tune he'd heard on the wireless one night. It didn't take long and then James was asleep. Harry put James in bed, and took a shower quickly. After putting on a pair of black trousers and a green button down shirt, and his silver framed glasses he went down and ate breakfast with Abby.
She grinned up at him and said, "Why good morning Sexy. How was Jamesie last night?"
He chuckled, pouring himself a mug of coffee before sitting down to read the Daily Talon, the local Wizarding paper. Smiling he said, "He was alright. He seems to think he can go about three hours without a bottle and diaper change. I'm hoping he'll sleep through the night soon. Not betting on it, but I'm hoping. Would you watch him for me today? I'm going to try to get a job of some sort since the Ministry is taking so long. I'm beginning to wonder if my husband actually exists, I hope he isn't dead or injured."
Abby frowned and said, "I'll watch Jamesie for you. Harry you can't give up hope though. I'm sure he's out there looking for you somewhere, trying to get to you and James and for some reason or another simply can't. We've had that add in the Talon for the entire month asking anyone who knows you to come forward as you have no memory beyond what, your first year of Hogwarts now right?"
Harry nodded and said, "I still can't believe I helped Ron attack that Troll just to get Hermione out of the bathroom. And none of the memories help figure out who James's father is, as James is conveniently a miniature version of me. Maybe as he gets older it'll work itself out."
Abby put her hand on Harry's and said, "Whoever he is, I'm sure he misses you Harry. You're a great guy and if I'd been the one who lost you, I'd be frantic with worry and looking everywhere for you."
Harry smiled at Abby and said, "Thanks. I think I'll pull the add from the Talon too. He obviously doesn't get it where he is. He's already missed so much of James's life though. I just hope he finds us soon or we find him soon, I don't want him to miss any more of this."
Abby watched Harry get up and grab his keys before he left yelling out a 'bye' as he did. The man really had too much going on in his life right now. Him and James needed the other Dad back in the equation and she was downright sick of the Ministry for not responding to the owl she'd sent. She got up and showered while she knew James was still asleep, best to get ready while she knew she could.
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Harry came home that afternoon roughly around four o'clock with a large grin on his face. Abby looked up from where she was holding James and feeding him and smiled back before asking, "Well now this is a change. What's making you smile handsome?"
Harry smiled and said, "Oh nothing, you're just looking at the fabulous, well written, internationally known, new Quidditch Reporter for the Daily Talon."
Abby burst out laughing and said, "Oh I can't believe you! A reporter? Honestly Harry!"
Harry just grinned and said, "Hey look at it this way, now you, Tony, James and I get to go to Quidditch games all the time! The Quidditch World Cup is in California this year, Australia next year, and England the year after that! Can you imagine? I'm writing under a pseudo-name though, Evan Harrison. The Editor, Natalie O'Neill, told me it would sound better than the actual name and give James and I a bit of privacy."
Abby's eyebrow rose as she asked, "Already predicting being famous Mr. Potter?"
Harry laughed and said, "Oh I already am, didn't you get that memo?"
Abby laughed and replied with a mock-glare, "No! You forgot to send me one! So when's the first game?"
Harry smiled and said, "Two days. I've already got the tickets for you, Tony and Jamesie. You just have to show up and be your normal happy, smiling selves."
Abby looked at him pointedly and asked, "Normal?"
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Two days later found Abby and Tony cuddling and watching the Quidditch game next to Harry in the Press box. Harry was watching the game, but holding a sleeping James too. Abby had put a small silencing charm on James that didn't allow him to hear the noise, but allowed them to hear him. Harry had his dicta-quill taking notes on the game and his own personal comments as it went along.
The game itself ended far too soon for Tony and Harry's liking. But during the game Harry discovered his tastes in men seemed to lean towards the tall, dark and mysterious or the built, tan and blond. Abby, it seemed, had identical tastes in men, and the two spent time 'checking out' various men in the stands and on the field.
After a brief interview with the players, the small group went back to Abby's house, where James was put to bed and the three adults drank wine and celebrated Harry's new job late into the night. Only James waking up for a feeding interrupted, at which point Harry left to take care of James and go to bed, while Abby and Tony ran off to Abby's room to take advantage of the alone time.
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Harry smiled as he finally got into bed that night, his husband might not be with him, whoever his husband was, but perhaps life without him might not be so bad. If only he could remember the still missing eleven years. If his first year at Hogwarts had been any clue, his years at Hogwarts were full of adventures and utterly stupid ideas that turned out to be ridiculously fun.
He wondered if he should write to Ron or Hermione, or even one of his Professors from his first year, but decided against it. After all, they might not be friends or even on speaking terms anymore. He would be crushed if someone he wrote was dead, or hateful towards him when he didn't know why or how. Besides, if they wanted to find him it couldn't be all that hard to since he was in the Wizarding World, could it?
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