All right, here we go again. Get ready for another chapter! And one other
thing, I found out recently that I have been spelling Lucius wrong. So now
I will call him by his proper name. And thanks to Dark Raven for spotting
that one! Whew!
Chapter 5
* * *
Harry had been to several Hogwarts feasts, but never one quite like this. Everybody was in their pyjamas, and the celebrations lasted all night. Harry didn't know wether the best bit was Hermione running towards him, screaming, "You solved it! You solved it!" or Justin hurrying over from the Hufflepuff table to wring his hand and apologise endlessly for suspecting him, or Hagrid turning up at half past three, cuffing Harry and Ron so hard on the shoulders that they were knocked into their plates of trifle, or his and Ron's four hundred points for Gryffindor, securing the house cup for the second year running, or Professor Mcgonagall standing up to tell them all that the exams had been cancelled as a school treat ('Oh, no!' said Hermione), or Professor Dumbledore announcing that, unfortunately, Professor Lockhart would be unable to return next year, owing to the fact that he needed to go away and get his memory back. Quite a few of the teachers joined in the cheering that greeted this news.
"Shame," said Ron, helping himself to a Jam doughnut. "He was starting to grow on me."
* * *
Harry Potter felt consciousness, yet he dared not open his eyes, yet. Something, maybe a machine of some kind, or a magical gismo, let out a small blip as Harry awoke. He heard Dumbledore's voice from somewhere above him. "Welcome back." Then, in a hushed whisper to another person. "We've done it, Hermione, We've found him." "I hope your right." Was all she said, recognising little of young Harry Potter in this now mature man. "I don't have to hope, I know it." Again Harry faded out.
"He still needs a lot of work." Dumbledore was talking to another person Harry had yet not seen before, but when Harry tried to focus on his face, he found it difficult. Indeed, the light in the small room seemed so bright that he could barely focus on anything, but he saw that the roof was of stone and so were the walls, he was lying on a soft bed. The walls were lined with shelfs, which contained bottles of different sizes, filled with different coloured liquids. For one wild moment, he believed himself to be in heaven. "Am I dead?" He asked, Dumbledore turned to him in surprise, not expecting him to be awake, but he smiled and said. "Far from it!" then Harry smiled and faded out yet again.
This time when Harry opened his eyes, he felt much more awake, but now his eyes were stinging. "Why do my eyes hurt?" Dumbledore, whom Harry suspected was always there, replied. "You haven't used them in quite a while." It was only then that Harry realised small pin pricks of pain all over his body; he looked down and noticed thousands of needles sticking out of his arms, legs and his torso. "What are you doing?" "Your muscles have atrophied, we are rebuilding them." Harry opened his mouth to speak again, but Dumbledore interrupted him. "Rest, Harry Potter, the answers are coming." As Harry felt fatigue creeping back into his body, he reluctantly closed his eyes again.
* * *
Harry opened his eyes, but he was now in a different room, it was also made of stone, but it was much smaller, and it was lit with a single torch that hung off the wall. His eyes now only tingled, but he found he could see more clearly. And his muscles seemed to respond more quickly. Suddenly, the heavy wooden door opened and Dumbledore walked in, this time, Harry wanted some answers.
"Dumbledore, what's happened to me? What is this place?" Dumbledore stood opposite Harry, who was lying on the soft bed of hay. "More important then what is where." "Where?" asked Harry slightly confused. "You believe you're in New York," Harry slowly nodded, "when in fact we are actually in Britain. I cannot tell you exactly where we are because we honestly don't know. There is nothing I can say that will explain it for you, Harry." Dumbledore held out his hand, to help Harry up. "Come with me."
Outside the great wooden door, everything was still stone and wood, but everything was there for a purpose. "This is "The Dungeon", the only way in or out is through magic." Images flashed through Harry's head, stonewalls, suits of armour and a name. "Are we in Hogwarts?" for a small second, Dumbledore smiled at him, But it quickly faded. "I don't know."
They walked through another heavy wooden. "This is the main chamber." Another chamber flashed through Harry's mind, but this one was different, the one in Harry's mind was dark and cruel, it contained a large statue, serpent pillars and two people, who he wasn't yet able to recognise. But the main chamber had six comfortable looking chairs arranged around a centre. Then there was another chair, but this looked a lot less comfortable, and had some more gizmos placed in front of it, pieces of self writing parchment, another rune board and a small screen, that resembled a TV.
"This is the core of The Dungeon. Where we go anywhere in the world through the use of portkeys." Another memory came to Harry. A maze of hedges, a cup, a graveyard, a face. "Voldemort." He muttered under his breath. They stopped walking and Dumbledore looked at Harry. "What?" "I'm beginning to remember Voldemort." Dumbledore nodded. "We will talk about that later, but first."
Harry suddenly realised all the people standing around looking intently at them. "Most of my crew you already know. Seamus Finnigan and Lavender Brown." Harry looked at these people. Seamus, that sandy hair could not be mistaken for any body else. As for Lavender, with her short cropped bleached hair, the only way he could recognise her was through her brown eyes. "I remember you's!" Seamus laughed and shook Harry's hand with vigour. Lavender looked as if she were about to wrap her arms around him, but instead she patted him on the shoulder. "It's good to have you back."
Then Harry noticed a skinny blonde standing near a wooden shelf, obviously trying to hide his face, but there was no mistaking that blonde hair, or those cruel lips. "Draco Malfoy!" He almost shouted, with a slight sneer. Dumbledore interjected. "Now wait Harry, many things have happened since you last remember, and I suggest you wait for an explanation before taking action." Harry stopped, nodded and walked the other way.
"Now, the ones you haven't yet met, not lately." There were two men standing talking together, one was dark skinned and haired. "Dean Thomas, Harry, good to have you back!" Harry shook his hand, but the other man, who stood looking at Harry expectantly, occupied his attention. But something painful was going on inside Harry. A tidal wave of memories was flooding him. First there was one of a train ride, Harry meeting him for the first time. Then, one of a giant chess set, this man as a young boy sacrificing himself. Then, one of a deep dark forest, inside a car, being chased by giant spiders. Then, one of a cave, a wall of rocks blocking each other. Then, a large dog. Dragging this red head boy beneath a violent tree.
Harry smiled "Ron!" he whispered ecstatically. Ron Weasley almost broke into tears; he grabbed Harry in a large bear hug yelling, "He remembered me!" There was a moment of silence where the two men just stood there, embracing each other, then they broke apart and Dumbledore spoke. "The little one behind you is Colin Creevey." Harry turned around, a camera flashing across his memories, but the man he saw resembled nothing he remembered, whereas this Colin was tall, thin, and gaunt and had a face that looked like a smile had never played across it. "Hi Harry" he said in a monotone, and got back to what he was doing before.
"You wanted to know what magic is Harry?" Harry slowly nodded as Dumbledore gestured for him to sit in one of the chairs. Harry noticed that Ron Weasley sat at all the magical contraptions, and on the small screen there was a small countdown going on in the corner, there was thirty seconds left. As Dumbledore sat in the chair next to his, he said, "This will feel a little strange."
As the countdown came to zero, Harry felt a pull behind his navel, as if he had just been hooked around the stomach. There was dizziness, then it all stopped. When Harry opened his eyes, he found that he was in a place, it wasn't a room because Harry didn't see any roof, walls or floors for that matter, everything was white, and it seemed to go on forever. It was only after about a minute that Harry realised that Dumbledore was there also. "This is The Construct. A dimension created through magic, in here we can create anything that can be brought into the real world, from clothing to equipment, wands, anything we need." Harry thought for a moment. "Right now, we're inside a place created by magic?" Dumbledore slowly nodded.
"Harry, what is the last thing you remember?" After a moments thought, Harry replied. "Having a duel with Voldemort." Dumbledore smiled, it was, fortunately, on of his more recent memories. "Now Harry, first thing to tell you is that, about three years ago, a new type of memory charm had been discovered, it was called, the 'memory cap'. Now, whereas a memory charm can alter in strength, none can ever be as powerful as a memory cap. A cap is not only to suppress memories, but it has the ability of creating new ones. Now, as you remember, we went through a long procedure of disabling your memory cap, it was very painful, and even now, many memories will not reveal themselves to you until much later in life, and some, not ever."
Dumbledore smiled and pointed behind Harry, Harry turned around to see that two comfortable chairs had materialised as if by magic, as Dumbledore sat in one, Harry sat in the other. "Hogwarts is a school for Witchcraft and Wizardry, you're a wizard Harry, and a powerful one at that." Dumbledore proceeded to explain to Harry about Voldemort, his reign of terror. He explained Voldemort's downfall at the hands of Harry. He explained to Harry about the Philosophers Stone, the treason of Quirrell. He explained to Harry about the Chamber of Secrets, the truth of Tom Marvolo Riddle. About Harry's Godfather, about Pettigrew's betrayal. Then, he explained to Harry the happenings at the Tri-Wizard tournament, and Voldemort's resurrection.
"We do not know how long after your arrival at the Dursley's home it occurred. But Voldemort's Death Eater's broke into your home and took you. It was about two months after that in which Great Britain was declared, no longer a country." Harry sat there, taking it all in slowly. "Why?" "Because Voldemort had utterly decimated it, he killed the royal family, the prime minister, everyone who had anything to do with politics. The Country collapsed from the inside."
"Why didn't Voldemort kill me?" asked Harry, remembering in full the duel with Voldemort. "Well," said Dumbledore with a sigh, "after you were captured, Voldemort turned Azkaban into a prison where he placed all his captured enemies. After you spent five years there, Voldemort declared that you had been "rehabilitated" and able to follow orders. But after about a week, you did nothing. You were a vegetable." As Dumbledore explained all this to Harry, he began to remember it all. Sitting in his room at the Dursley's, and hearing a wand blast coming from beneath, a sharp pang in his scar. Memories turned into pain; sitting in a cold damp cell, robed figures approaching, drool spilling down his tattered rags.
"Voldemort placed a memory charm on you so powerful that it erased your entire life. You were indoctrinated as a Death Eater." Harry could see now, he remembered killing, not only innocents, but also friends. A muffled cry. "Harry! What are you doing?" Then a scream, as he heard his own voice mutter "crucio!" then silence, a loud "Avada Kedavra!" followed. A dead woman lay on floor, her grey hair spread out, her square glasses cracked. "You got what was coming McGonagall!" he said with a smirk as he stepped over her body, a look of shock on her face.
"Mcgonagall!" he muttered, forcing back tears. "You must understand Harry, that it was not you who did those things, you were under their control, and would still be if your real self had not triumphed." Harry looked at him with a questioning look. "You see Harry, after two years of being a Death Eater, your memories began to resurface. It was then that you tried to kill Lucius Malfoy."
Harry merely nodded, remembering everything. "Instead, you were captured. Lucius, and many other higher level Death Eaters, tried to persuade Voldemort to kill you and have your legacy done with, but Voldemort knew that your power was strong, and he thought that he might still harness it. So you were memory capped and placed in New York, and all but Voldemort's most loyal servants had their memories erased of you so that they would not try any "heroics". Of course, if they had, then you would not have stood a chance."
They stood there for a minute. "But what about Hermione?" Asked Harry. "She said that she went through the same thing, and why is Draco Malfoy here?" There was a slight chuckle from Dumbledore. "That is indeed quite an interesting story. When we were first attacked, we had no chance. Taking all Wizards in Britain by surprise, we fought a fleetly losing battle. There was nothing for it. All that remained of the magical community were forced back and back into a single point. Surrounded by Death Eaters that outnumbered us, we took one last stand at Hogwarts.
Me, Miss Granger, Mr Finnigan and Miss Brown managed to escape with our lives. We're not sure exactly who was killed and who was taken captive but, after escaping to Hogsmeade, which was hidden only through the use of extremely complicated magic that Voldemort could not penetrate, more specifically, a more advanced form of the Fidelius charm, we stayed there for a long time. After more survivors came in, we began to organise a resistance. More and more frequently we sent out scouts on missions, we planned to take back Britain. It was on one of these missions Hermione was captured and sentenced to death, and to her utter amazement found that Mr Weasley was also alive, but unfortunately, also sentenced to death.
At her capture, I lost all hope for the resistance, Believing the battle to be lost So, you could imagine my great surprise when Mr's Weasley and Thomas made their way into Hogsmeade, starving. They explained that Hermione was alive and well, but carrying a memory cap and living in Washington. You see, when she was put on trial, Draco Malfoy, maybe feeling empathy for her, made his father argue that Hermione be left alive, due to her great power that may also be harnessed. She argued that she would only cooperate if Ronald Weasley was let loose, he in turn agreed only if Mr Thomas was let lose. So, freeing Ronald and Dean, they put Hermione in the same position as you. The only difference was that we knew where she was being kept. You on the other hand, were anywhere in America.
It was only about a year or two after that in which we discovered you were in New York. But, somehow, The Death Eater's had managed to find out we were nearing you. Now I'm afraid that the resistance is not only in danger from the outside, but also from within."
There was complete silence; Harry knew now what his life was. He felt sick. Then, another memory came into his head. A gaunt man, black, grizzly hair, his godfather. "What about Sirius Black?"
Dumbledore looked at him with Sympathy. "Harry, There is no way I can make it easy for you, Sirius Black is dead."
Harry shook convulsively. "Hagrid? Snape?" "They are all dead." Dumbledore looked Harry in the eyes in a way that Harry had never seen before, and it frightened him beyond all else. "Harry, everyone you knew, is either here, or dead. Even the Dursley's."
Harry choked, he disliked the Dursley's, but he never wanted them dead, in a way, he missed Dudley's taunts, the way Vernon's moustache quivered when he got angry, and the way Petunia's neck seemed to stretch when she tried to look over the fence.
"I don't believe it!" Harry almost yelled, "It's not possible!" "I didn't say it would be easy," replied Dumbledore, "I just said it would be the truth." "No! Stop!" Harry didn't want to hear anymore, he wanted to wake from this dream, and he wanted to be back in his old room, with his trusty computer and the thousands of dollars hidden away in his bible. "Let me out, I want out!"
Instantly, Harry found himself lying back in the old comfortable chair, Hermione was standing over him, she reached out to touch his shoulders, but he pushed her away and jumped out of the chair. "Easy, Harry, easy." She said, but he didn't hear her, he ran to the emptiest corner of the room, Dumbledore had also jumped out of his chair, and nimbly made his way to Harry's corner. "Listen to me." He said, reaching for Harry. Harry on the other hand felt his head swim as he shouted. "Don't touch me, stay away! I don't believe it." Harry fell to all fours, and heard Draco mutter. "He's gonna pop!" as if he were many miles away, but right beside him, he heard Dumbledore whisper. "Breath, Harry. Just breath." But it was too late, for Harry had lost consciousness and fell to the floor.
A/N DAH! Finally, we get to the exciting part! Well, I love the way I was able to tie in both stories, let's hope it works out.
Chapter 5
* * *
Harry had been to several Hogwarts feasts, but never one quite like this. Everybody was in their pyjamas, and the celebrations lasted all night. Harry didn't know wether the best bit was Hermione running towards him, screaming, "You solved it! You solved it!" or Justin hurrying over from the Hufflepuff table to wring his hand and apologise endlessly for suspecting him, or Hagrid turning up at half past three, cuffing Harry and Ron so hard on the shoulders that they were knocked into their plates of trifle, or his and Ron's four hundred points for Gryffindor, securing the house cup for the second year running, or Professor Mcgonagall standing up to tell them all that the exams had been cancelled as a school treat ('Oh, no!' said Hermione), or Professor Dumbledore announcing that, unfortunately, Professor Lockhart would be unable to return next year, owing to the fact that he needed to go away and get his memory back. Quite a few of the teachers joined in the cheering that greeted this news.
"Shame," said Ron, helping himself to a Jam doughnut. "He was starting to grow on me."
* * *
Harry Potter felt consciousness, yet he dared not open his eyes, yet. Something, maybe a machine of some kind, or a magical gismo, let out a small blip as Harry awoke. He heard Dumbledore's voice from somewhere above him. "Welcome back." Then, in a hushed whisper to another person. "We've done it, Hermione, We've found him." "I hope your right." Was all she said, recognising little of young Harry Potter in this now mature man. "I don't have to hope, I know it." Again Harry faded out.
"He still needs a lot of work." Dumbledore was talking to another person Harry had yet not seen before, but when Harry tried to focus on his face, he found it difficult. Indeed, the light in the small room seemed so bright that he could barely focus on anything, but he saw that the roof was of stone and so were the walls, he was lying on a soft bed. The walls were lined with shelfs, which contained bottles of different sizes, filled with different coloured liquids. For one wild moment, he believed himself to be in heaven. "Am I dead?" He asked, Dumbledore turned to him in surprise, not expecting him to be awake, but he smiled and said. "Far from it!" then Harry smiled and faded out yet again.
This time when Harry opened his eyes, he felt much more awake, but now his eyes were stinging. "Why do my eyes hurt?" Dumbledore, whom Harry suspected was always there, replied. "You haven't used them in quite a while." It was only then that Harry realised small pin pricks of pain all over his body; he looked down and noticed thousands of needles sticking out of his arms, legs and his torso. "What are you doing?" "Your muscles have atrophied, we are rebuilding them." Harry opened his mouth to speak again, but Dumbledore interrupted him. "Rest, Harry Potter, the answers are coming." As Harry felt fatigue creeping back into his body, he reluctantly closed his eyes again.
* * *
Harry opened his eyes, but he was now in a different room, it was also made of stone, but it was much smaller, and it was lit with a single torch that hung off the wall. His eyes now only tingled, but he found he could see more clearly. And his muscles seemed to respond more quickly. Suddenly, the heavy wooden door opened and Dumbledore walked in, this time, Harry wanted some answers.
"Dumbledore, what's happened to me? What is this place?" Dumbledore stood opposite Harry, who was lying on the soft bed of hay. "More important then what is where." "Where?" asked Harry slightly confused. "You believe you're in New York," Harry slowly nodded, "when in fact we are actually in Britain. I cannot tell you exactly where we are because we honestly don't know. There is nothing I can say that will explain it for you, Harry." Dumbledore held out his hand, to help Harry up. "Come with me."
Outside the great wooden door, everything was still stone and wood, but everything was there for a purpose. "This is "The Dungeon", the only way in or out is through magic." Images flashed through Harry's head, stonewalls, suits of armour and a name. "Are we in Hogwarts?" for a small second, Dumbledore smiled at him, But it quickly faded. "I don't know."
They walked through another heavy wooden. "This is the main chamber." Another chamber flashed through Harry's mind, but this one was different, the one in Harry's mind was dark and cruel, it contained a large statue, serpent pillars and two people, who he wasn't yet able to recognise. But the main chamber had six comfortable looking chairs arranged around a centre. Then there was another chair, but this looked a lot less comfortable, and had some more gizmos placed in front of it, pieces of self writing parchment, another rune board and a small screen, that resembled a TV.
"This is the core of The Dungeon. Where we go anywhere in the world through the use of portkeys." Another memory came to Harry. A maze of hedges, a cup, a graveyard, a face. "Voldemort." He muttered under his breath. They stopped walking and Dumbledore looked at Harry. "What?" "I'm beginning to remember Voldemort." Dumbledore nodded. "We will talk about that later, but first."
Harry suddenly realised all the people standing around looking intently at them. "Most of my crew you already know. Seamus Finnigan and Lavender Brown." Harry looked at these people. Seamus, that sandy hair could not be mistaken for any body else. As for Lavender, with her short cropped bleached hair, the only way he could recognise her was through her brown eyes. "I remember you's!" Seamus laughed and shook Harry's hand with vigour. Lavender looked as if she were about to wrap her arms around him, but instead she patted him on the shoulder. "It's good to have you back."
Then Harry noticed a skinny blonde standing near a wooden shelf, obviously trying to hide his face, but there was no mistaking that blonde hair, or those cruel lips. "Draco Malfoy!" He almost shouted, with a slight sneer. Dumbledore interjected. "Now wait Harry, many things have happened since you last remember, and I suggest you wait for an explanation before taking action." Harry stopped, nodded and walked the other way.
"Now, the ones you haven't yet met, not lately." There were two men standing talking together, one was dark skinned and haired. "Dean Thomas, Harry, good to have you back!" Harry shook his hand, but the other man, who stood looking at Harry expectantly, occupied his attention. But something painful was going on inside Harry. A tidal wave of memories was flooding him. First there was one of a train ride, Harry meeting him for the first time. Then, one of a giant chess set, this man as a young boy sacrificing himself. Then, one of a deep dark forest, inside a car, being chased by giant spiders. Then, one of a cave, a wall of rocks blocking each other. Then, a large dog. Dragging this red head boy beneath a violent tree.
Harry smiled "Ron!" he whispered ecstatically. Ron Weasley almost broke into tears; he grabbed Harry in a large bear hug yelling, "He remembered me!" There was a moment of silence where the two men just stood there, embracing each other, then they broke apart and Dumbledore spoke. "The little one behind you is Colin Creevey." Harry turned around, a camera flashing across his memories, but the man he saw resembled nothing he remembered, whereas this Colin was tall, thin, and gaunt and had a face that looked like a smile had never played across it. "Hi Harry" he said in a monotone, and got back to what he was doing before.
"You wanted to know what magic is Harry?" Harry slowly nodded as Dumbledore gestured for him to sit in one of the chairs. Harry noticed that Ron Weasley sat at all the magical contraptions, and on the small screen there was a small countdown going on in the corner, there was thirty seconds left. As Dumbledore sat in the chair next to his, he said, "This will feel a little strange."
As the countdown came to zero, Harry felt a pull behind his navel, as if he had just been hooked around the stomach. There was dizziness, then it all stopped. When Harry opened his eyes, he found that he was in a place, it wasn't a room because Harry didn't see any roof, walls or floors for that matter, everything was white, and it seemed to go on forever. It was only after about a minute that Harry realised that Dumbledore was there also. "This is The Construct. A dimension created through magic, in here we can create anything that can be brought into the real world, from clothing to equipment, wands, anything we need." Harry thought for a moment. "Right now, we're inside a place created by magic?" Dumbledore slowly nodded.
"Harry, what is the last thing you remember?" After a moments thought, Harry replied. "Having a duel with Voldemort." Dumbledore smiled, it was, fortunately, on of his more recent memories. "Now Harry, first thing to tell you is that, about three years ago, a new type of memory charm had been discovered, it was called, the 'memory cap'. Now, whereas a memory charm can alter in strength, none can ever be as powerful as a memory cap. A cap is not only to suppress memories, but it has the ability of creating new ones. Now, as you remember, we went through a long procedure of disabling your memory cap, it was very painful, and even now, many memories will not reveal themselves to you until much later in life, and some, not ever."
Dumbledore smiled and pointed behind Harry, Harry turned around to see that two comfortable chairs had materialised as if by magic, as Dumbledore sat in one, Harry sat in the other. "Hogwarts is a school for Witchcraft and Wizardry, you're a wizard Harry, and a powerful one at that." Dumbledore proceeded to explain to Harry about Voldemort, his reign of terror. He explained Voldemort's downfall at the hands of Harry. He explained to Harry about the Philosophers Stone, the treason of Quirrell. He explained to Harry about the Chamber of Secrets, the truth of Tom Marvolo Riddle. About Harry's Godfather, about Pettigrew's betrayal. Then, he explained to Harry the happenings at the Tri-Wizard tournament, and Voldemort's resurrection.
"We do not know how long after your arrival at the Dursley's home it occurred. But Voldemort's Death Eater's broke into your home and took you. It was about two months after that in which Great Britain was declared, no longer a country." Harry sat there, taking it all in slowly. "Why?" "Because Voldemort had utterly decimated it, he killed the royal family, the prime minister, everyone who had anything to do with politics. The Country collapsed from the inside."
"Why didn't Voldemort kill me?" asked Harry, remembering in full the duel with Voldemort. "Well," said Dumbledore with a sigh, "after you were captured, Voldemort turned Azkaban into a prison where he placed all his captured enemies. After you spent five years there, Voldemort declared that you had been "rehabilitated" and able to follow orders. But after about a week, you did nothing. You were a vegetable." As Dumbledore explained all this to Harry, he began to remember it all. Sitting in his room at the Dursley's, and hearing a wand blast coming from beneath, a sharp pang in his scar. Memories turned into pain; sitting in a cold damp cell, robed figures approaching, drool spilling down his tattered rags.
"Voldemort placed a memory charm on you so powerful that it erased your entire life. You were indoctrinated as a Death Eater." Harry could see now, he remembered killing, not only innocents, but also friends. A muffled cry. "Harry! What are you doing?" Then a scream, as he heard his own voice mutter "crucio!" then silence, a loud "Avada Kedavra!" followed. A dead woman lay on floor, her grey hair spread out, her square glasses cracked. "You got what was coming McGonagall!" he said with a smirk as he stepped over her body, a look of shock on her face.
"Mcgonagall!" he muttered, forcing back tears. "You must understand Harry, that it was not you who did those things, you were under their control, and would still be if your real self had not triumphed." Harry looked at him with a questioning look. "You see Harry, after two years of being a Death Eater, your memories began to resurface. It was then that you tried to kill Lucius Malfoy."
Harry merely nodded, remembering everything. "Instead, you were captured. Lucius, and many other higher level Death Eaters, tried to persuade Voldemort to kill you and have your legacy done with, but Voldemort knew that your power was strong, and he thought that he might still harness it. So you were memory capped and placed in New York, and all but Voldemort's most loyal servants had their memories erased of you so that they would not try any "heroics". Of course, if they had, then you would not have stood a chance."
They stood there for a minute. "But what about Hermione?" Asked Harry. "She said that she went through the same thing, and why is Draco Malfoy here?" There was a slight chuckle from Dumbledore. "That is indeed quite an interesting story. When we were first attacked, we had no chance. Taking all Wizards in Britain by surprise, we fought a fleetly losing battle. There was nothing for it. All that remained of the magical community were forced back and back into a single point. Surrounded by Death Eaters that outnumbered us, we took one last stand at Hogwarts.
Me, Miss Granger, Mr Finnigan and Miss Brown managed to escape with our lives. We're not sure exactly who was killed and who was taken captive but, after escaping to Hogsmeade, which was hidden only through the use of extremely complicated magic that Voldemort could not penetrate, more specifically, a more advanced form of the Fidelius charm, we stayed there for a long time. After more survivors came in, we began to organise a resistance. More and more frequently we sent out scouts on missions, we planned to take back Britain. It was on one of these missions Hermione was captured and sentenced to death, and to her utter amazement found that Mr Weasley was also alive, but unfortunately, also sentenced to death.
At her capture, I lost all hope for the resistance, Believing the battle to be lost So, you could imagine my great surprise when Mr's Weasley and Thomas made their way into Hogsmeade, starving. They explained that Hermione was alive and well, but carrying a memory cap and living in Washington. You see, when she was put on trial, Draco Malfoy, maybe feeling empathy for her, made his father argue that Hermione be left alive, due to her great power that may also be harnessed. She argued that she would only cooperate if Ronald Weasley was let loose, he in turn agreed only if Mr Thomas was let lose. So, freeing Ronald and Dean, they put Hermione in the same position as you. The only difference was that we knew where she was being kept. You on the other hand, were anywhere in America.
It was only about a year or two after that in which we discovered you were in New York. But, somehow, The Death Eater's had managed to find out we were nearing you. Now I'm afraid that the resistance is not only in danger from the outside, but also from within."
There was complete silence; Harry knew now what his life was. He felt sick. Then, another memory came into his head. A gaunt man, black, grizzly hair, his godfather. "What about Sirius Black?"
Dumbledore looked at him with Sympathy. "Harry, There is no way I can make it easy for you, Sirius Black is dead."
Harry shook convulsively. "Hagrid? Snape?" "They are all dead." Dumbledore looked Harry in the eyes in a way that Harry had never seen before, and it frightened him beyond all else. "Harry, everyone you knew, is either here, or dead. Even the Dursley's."
Harry choked, he disliked the Dursley's, but he never wanted them dead, in a way, he missed Dudley's taunts, the way Vernon's moustache quivered when he got angry, and the way Petunia's neck seemed to stretch when she tried to look over the fence.
"I don't believe it!" Harry almost yelled, "It's not possible!" "I didn't say it would be easy," replied Dumbledore, "I just said it would be the truth." "No! Stop!" Harry didn't want to hear anymore, he wanted to wake from this dream, and he wanted to be back in his old room, with his trusty computer and the thousands of dollars hidden away in his bible. "Let me out, I want out!"
Instantly, Harry found himself lying back in the old comfortable chair, Hermione was standing over him, she reached out to touch his shoulders, but he pushed her away and jumped out of the chair. "Easy, Harry, easy." She said, but he didn't hear her, he ran to the emptiest corner of the room, Dumbledore had also jumped out of his chair, and nimbly made his way to Harry's corner. "Listen to me." He said, reaching for Harry. Harry on the other hand felt his head swim as he shouted. "Don't touch me, stay away! I don't believe it." Harry fell to all fours, and heard Draco mutter. "He's gonna pop!" as if he were many miles away, but right beside him, he heard Dumbledore whisper. "Breath, Harry. Just breath." But it was too late, for Harry had lost consciousness and fell to the floor.
A/N DAH! Finally, we get to the exciting part! Well, I love the way I was able to tie in both stories, let's hope it works out.
