Harry Potter sat in his room alone in the dark. The only sound heard
was the rain pelting against the window and the flash every now and then
from the lightning outside. Dark clouds formed as far as the eye could see,
as they formed, so did the thoughts in his head.
Everything that had happened in the last few hours, his mind was overwhelmed with thoughts he didn't think possible. His skin was pale and his hands were sweaty. He was feeling light headed, and a little sick. Lightning flashed again and Harry cringed remembering the pain it had caused him almost a month ago. Harry sighed and ran his fingers through his already messy raven black hair. His insides felt cold and the room around him made him feel like everything he loved was gone, even if he knew he still had them.
But ever since he was attacked earlier, he couldn't help but think what Drake must go through. Being hunted all his life because of something he had no choice in. Then again, he was in the same situation, being hunted since he was a baby because of some....stupid prophecy. He stood quickly knocking the wooden chair, which he had been sitting in, over behind him. In some way he was like Drake, but Drake didn't have to murder someone, or be murdered.
Drake still had a choice, even though he made it clear that he would keep going for the woman he loves. What he wouldn't give just to be a normal wizard. One who didn't have to worry about getting killed every year, or leaving the ones you loved behind with broken hearts. This thought reminded him more of Hermione. He couldn't put her through that. Hell, she didn't even know about the prophecy, he didn't think he should tell her either.
She would be angry at first for him not telling her sooner. Then...well, he didn't really know what after that. He knew she wouldn't exactly approve of him murdering someone, or getting killed. There were really no more options. Hogwarts was coming closer and in about a half of a month they would be back.
Back to the world of terror and of murder. Back to the enemys, and to the past that still haunts his thoughts, his dreams, and every waking moment he has to himself. His heart dropped into his stomach, the time grew closer and only two more years until he would get out of Hogwarts...if he even made it that far. He didn't want to hurt anyone, even if it ment he got revenge for the death of his parents, and the closest thing he ever had to a father.
Harry picked up his chair and set it back down. He glanced at the window, at the wrong time. Lightning flashed across the sky making a glass shattering boom a few seconds later. Harry closed his eyes as he felt a tugging sensation on his heart. He fell to his knees clutching his chest with his right hand. His left hand was on the floor for support.
The room was lit up again by lightning as Harry struggled to regain his compsure. The pain was increasing as time went on. His insides felt as if they were on fire, and some invisible force was grabbing his heart and yanking it into two pieces. Sweat started to form on his under his hairline, sliding down the ridges on his forehead as he closed his eyes tighter. The smell of burnt flesh filled his nose, as a wave of dizziness over came him.
He lost track of time and of his senses as the pain continued. Even the most painful curse Harry could remember at the moment didn't really compare to the pain he felt now. His throat was dry and he choked trying to wet it with spit. His lungs felt like they were the size of nuts, and couldn't hold enough oxygen to support him.
Still he tried to take deep breaths. As he opened his eyes he found he could not see clearly as everything was blurry, not to mention it was so dark he could barely see infront of him. He shivered as a cold sensation ran down his spine and tingling his feet. His breath came in short gasps as he tried to stand.
When he made it to his feet his chest started to burn. Only this time it wasn't just his heart. His whole chest flet like it was on fire. Harry placed both of his hands on the hem of his shirt and pulled it quickly off his chest. He still couldn't see what was the matter.
He shivered once again as the cold air met his bare chest. Though it was short lived and the bunring sensation became almost unbearable. He opened his mouth to scream...but nothing came out. He flung himself to the floor. As he laid in the dark he scratched at his chest trying to make the pain go away, or to dull. Harry didn't know how much more he could take.
Closing his eyes he focused his attention on one certain picture in his mind. A picture of Hermione, laying in his arms sleeping peacefully. Even though the pain and aching in his chest never dulled, he felt relieved and happy for the moment. Soon though the image faded as his thoughts became clouded with pain.
Harry crawled till he was standing erect on his knees. Lightning flashed in the sky once again, the pain in Harry's chest exploded. He let out a strangled scream, as he crossed both hands over his chest. The pain was too much. Harry placed his hands down to his sides, his hands closing tightly to make fists. Another wave of pain hit him, it was like being shocked to no stop. He let out another scream as lightning flashed, and thunder boomed outside his window.
A bright yellow-gold light shot out of Harry's eyes as his head tilted up towards the celing. His chest began to glow the same color, outlining his scars in gold. When it stopped Harry fell forward to the floor. He warm face meeting the cold floor. His sweat from his face and body dripped to the floor as if it were blood. The smell of burnt flesh still lingered in the air, as the lighning died down and the thunder ceased.
Harry lost all his senses as relief washed over him, for whatever happened was gone, and the pain was subsiding. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the cold floor. He could hear footsteps coming up the stairs quickly. He heard the door open and a female scream, and a few gasps. That's really all he remembered before everything went black.
~*~
Harry opened his eyes, then shut them again tightly. The light hurt his eyes and made his headache throb. He felt something laying down beside him, and something was in his hand. It was warm and soft. He tried again, opening his eyes this time leaving them open, he wanted to know what was going on. Why he didn't remember anything. Slowly his vision began to focus. He was laying in a room, that seemed familiar, but he didn't remember it. He looked down to his hand that was laying on his chest.
Held tight in his, was a small hand, with slender fingers, and an almost pale white skin. It was a definately a female hand. Harry shook his head and looked over. His eyes widened beside him layed the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Her curly brown hair framed her pale complection, it looked as if she hadn't been outside in weeks. He took the time to stare at her as she slept, a frown was on her face and there were dried tears staining her perfect cheeks.
Her lips were a light pink, but looked full and soft. Whoever this girl belonged to, was very, very lucky. It didn't help that he couldn't remember who he was, or how he got here. He didn't even know what happened. Harry sighed quietly to himself, as he layed his head back a little, but so he could still see the angel asleep by his side.
He was still thinking when he saw her open his eyes. He was intranced. He had never seen eyes like hers'. Deep brown orbs stared at him, he even saw tears appear in them, but they still sparked with a happiness and joy he had never seen before. Before he could register anything she screamed and wrapped her arms around her neck. After a few seconds he realized he couldn't breath.
"HARRY!" She screamed pulling away and looking him in his eyes. She must have read the confusion in his eyes because a frown came over her flawless features. Harry frowned also at her actions not at his, and who the hell was Harry?
"What's the matter Harry?" She asked looking concerned.
"W-whos Harry?" He asked feeling a bit stupid and out of place.
Her eyes widened in shock, and her eyebrows nitted together in confusion, "You are, silly." She said, even though she still wore a worried look.
"No, no..i'm..i'm..." He trailed off looking down at the bed trying to think,"I-I don't know who I am..." He said looking up at her.
Hermione's face fell, "No, your Harry. Harry Potter. The boy-who- lived." She said as her voice became less confident as she spoke.
He looked at her, he wanted to make her not worry, but he didn't remember anything. He seemed fine, but when he thought about it, he drew a blank, and got nothing,"I don't know who Harry Potter is, I don't know who I am....I don't know where I am.......and I don't know you."
A tear escaped her eye as she looked at him, almost not believing her ears, or her eyes. "You...you are him. Your Harry...I just know it."
He hated to see her sad, because of him, but he got the feeling that he hated to see her sad period. He just wanted to reach out, to comfort her, but he didn't think that was his place after all....he didn't even know who she was, or who he was for that matter. She backed up and got of the bed, tears running silently down her face, as she walked towards the door, she opened it, gave him one last look, before leaving.
Harry was confused....what had exactly happened to him? Why couldn't he remember? And why did his heart break, when she started to cry? This was just not his day. He got up and stretched, his back was in pain, and his chest ached a bit. It was the first time he noticed that he was only wearing a pair of tan cargo shorts, that hung just below his waste line. He also noticed scars on his chest, not just any scars they seemed to be in the shape of a flame. The scars looked new, and they were still hot when he put his hand on it.
Something in his gut told him these scars had something to do with why he couldn't remember anything. His thoughts were short lived when a knock was heard on the door. He turned and looked out the door for a moment until the knock vame again, "Come in..." He said feeling lost.
A tall skinny man with brown hair walked in, followed by another tall man with curly blonde hair, along with the girl he woke up next to. He gave them a little smile, but frowned when he noticed the girl was still sad.
"Umm...Harry." The man with brown hair said. Harry looked at him, "Who is this Harry you all keep talking about?"
"Uh..let's think, since we're looking at you, and you've only been called that since you woke up. It must be you." The blonde man said rolling his eyes, but still had a smile on his face, as if to tell him he didn't mean for it to sound sarcastic.
He turned towards the window and looked out to the street below him, "So, I'm Harry then," He said sighing and turned back around to face them, " What's the matter with me?"
He looked towards the girl who just stared at the floor like she wasn't really wanting to meet his gaze. The brown haired man noticed and turned towards the girl, "Hermione, your parents are downstairs, they wanted to check up on you."
She simply nodded and walked out of the room. The man then turned to him, "I'm Lupin, and this is Drake." He said gesturing to the blonde man who stood in the shadows of the room.
Harry nodded silently,"Excuse me Lupin, Drake, but why can't I remember anything? Why don't I know who I am, or where I am. Why do I have these scars, and why does my heart ache everytime that girl is sad?" He asked in a rush.
Drake gave him a frown, but it soon changed into a smile," To be honest Harry, I don't know why you can't remember anything. Your scars came from a inccident about a month ago, when you were struck by lightning, and last night we don't know what happened, but heard you screaming, and when we found you they were glowing. As for your heart, it's simple really. Your in love with her, and she is with you, she's your girlfriend, and that's why she was crying, and why your heart ached."
Harry's face fell, and he walked over to the window, he sighed and looked out, "I wish I could remember, what happened, who I am, and what i'm supposed to do. I want to know what's going on, and why I can't remember anything."
Lupin and Drake exchanged glances as Harry stood silent. Drake placed his hands deep into his coat pockets, racking his brain for ideas. Lupin kept his eyes on Harry's back, and ran his fingers through his hair making it stick up in some places. They both raised their eyebrows when Harry turned around suddenly.
"Do you think there could be a...trigger..or something of that sort, that could help me get my memory back, if I am who you say I am." Harry asked.
"I think there could be...yes, it seems right. If i'm correct, I knew a witch who didn't use a wand. She once did a spell that made everyone lose their memory, and they didn't get it back until the source of the spell was destroyed. So, if we find the source of the spell that was used on you, and destroy it. We could be able to get your memory back. That is if it was a spell used on you, and not some wierd stress spell, created in the back of your mind......" Drake kept ranting about different spells, as Lupin looked at the floor, and Harry listened.
"Drake, don't you think we should let him rest." Lupin said, cutting Drake off as he was speaking of some sort of memory charm used in Rome,"You've been ranting for atleast thirty minutes. I think it's time we actually do some research on this, and speak to Dumbledore."
Drake nodded and said his apology to Harry before leaving to go do research. Lupin gave him a small smile, "Don't worry we'll find out what's going on, right now though, I suggest you get something to eat and take a shower, i'm sure Hermione might want to talk to you later."
Harry gave him a nod and Lupin left. He sighed and walked over to the trunk at the end of the bed, this had to be where ihs clothes were, so he opened it and grabbed some clothes. He then made his way towards the bathroom that was ajoined to the room he was in.
He let the water run over his face and trickle down his body(a/n:anyone else drooling??). He didn't know how he was supposed to go on, he barely remembered what a witch or wizard was, much less all the charms and spells he had been taught. Now he had to talk to the woman Harry loved, he knew at some extent he loved her too.
He needed to find out more about Harry Potter, he needed to know about himself, and the only way to do that was to ask the people who knew him best. He had to speak to Hermione. The trigger could be some of his memories, but he would never find out just standing in the shower.
Harry walked out of the bathroom in new clothes, smelling fresh, and clean teeth. He sighed as he started to walk down the stairs, he knew the kitchen was downstairs. It was wierd really that he knew almost everything, except the faces of people, their names, and what kind of relationship he had with them. He went into the kitchen and got some food.
~*~
After he finished eating eggs, Harry started back up the stairs. His ears perked up when he heard the sound of crying. It wasn't very loud and sounded as if someone was trying to hide it. He knew exactly who it was. He found the room it was coming from, and knocked on the door softly. The crying ceased as he heard someone coming towards the door.
"Can I hel-" She began opening the door but stopped noticing who was at the door.
"Are you alright." He asked concerned.
"Yeah, yeah i'm fine." She replied looking down at the floor.
Harry sighed, "Listen, I know that you love him." Hermione looked up at him.
"That I love whom?" She asked.
"Harry, you love Harry. I know that, and I know he loves you more than you know. I can feel it, I can't remember it, but I can feel it. Right here." He said gesturing to his heart.
She smiled at him, even though it was a sad smile, it was a smile none the less," Yes I do love him, but you are him, wouldn't it be the same as me loving you?"
"In some sense...yes, but I don't know this Harry Potter, how can I tell if I am like him still?"
"Well then I will tell you about him." She answered simply.
"O-okay." He said looking at her. She was going to tell him about himself, it seemed weird, but then again, he didn't really remember anything.
Harry and Hermione agreed to talk abuot it in his room. So they headed up one flight of stairs until they reached his room. The sun was above the house and it lit the room up, bringing a nice mood to the gold and red room. Harry sat down in one of the chairs by the bookcase, Hermione sat in the one opposite of him. Harry stared at her as she looked at the floor, she seemed saddened by the whole fact that he could not remember anyone, or anything about the life he lived as Harry Potter.
"Harry....I met him when I was eleven, on the train to Hogwarts. I was looking for Neville's toad, Trevor. He along with Ron, were in a compartment alone. I knew I wanted to friends with him ever since that day. Even before I met him though I knew who he was. Every witch and wizard knew who he was. He was the boy-who-lived. The boy that survived the attack of the most feared wizard in the universe, Lord Voldemort." She paused and took a deep breath, " Unfortunately, his parents were killed that night, they died protecting him. He was then sent to live with the Dursley's his only remaining relatives, who are really, really, horrible people...."
Hermione continued on explaining in detail about all the adventures Harry encountered through Hogwarts. Every bad event and good event in Harry's life, that she knew of. Harry seemed interested in all of it, never once turning his attention to something else. She then started explaining the last few weeks before Harry lost his memory. Harry just watched as she talked, paced, laughed, and smiled.
"I'm sorry." He blurted out.
She stopped what she was doing and looked at him, "Huh? What for?" Harry gave her a sad smile and stood up coming up to stand next to her.
"Sorry that I can't remember, sorry that you don't have your boyfriend with you. Your just stuck with some guy who can't remember anything except spells, charms, and rules about muggles and wizards."
Hermione gave him a small frown, "Your still Harry." She whispered, "You are him, even if you don't remember.
Harry looked at her eyes he almost got lost in the swirling brown orbs, that seemed to have a golden tint to them, maybe it was from the sun setting casting a orange glow around the room. Infact it made it look as if she was glowing....like and angel. "I may look like him, but i'm not sure I am him. Everything you've told me about him makes me out to be a hero, and i'm not a hero, I can remember that much.
Hermione knitted her eyebrows together in confusion. Harry just stared at her he had to tell her, the Harry she had been telling stories about, didn't seem like the kind of person he was. He wouldn't have made half those choices the real Harry did, "True you do look like him, but if your sure your not him, then where is he?"
"I don't know." He answered a few seconds later looking down at the ground, "C-can you describe Harry for me, how you knew him, how would you describe him?" Hermione sighed and walked over to the window.
"He's caring, smart, funny, brave, quick, charming, handsome, my bestfriend," She said and turned around to face him," he's the man I love."
Harry looked at her, she had her arms wrapped around her waist hugging herself, her head pointing towards the ground. Her hair fell around her face as she studied her shoes. The sun still making her glow. If he could picture one beautiful thing before he died, it would be her. She looked up at him and his breath caught in his throat. His mouth became dry as she bit her lip.
"You miss having him around, don't you?" He asked softly noticing the sad look on her face.
"Sort of. It's not that I don't like you, because your him, and he's you, I'm just...I think i've confused myself." She said quickly, blushing.
"I'm him, I just don't remember being him, and don't think I act or feel the same as he does."
"Does that mean, you don't feel the same way about me?" She asked looking up at him.
His eyes widened, and his mouth opened, "No, no, that's not what I mean, I can tell you now, even if I don't feel the same things he does, I still know that you, Hermione Granger, are the most beautiful creature on this earth. I think, myself, before I lost my memory felt exactly the same way. I can tell you things about him even now, that you might not know, because he left it all hear." He said pointing again at his chest.
Hermione was still blushing about what he had said about her, but was clearly interested in wht he had said," What?"
"I said, even though I can't remember stuff, there are still feelings, that he was protecting deep in his soul. He thinks he doesn't deserve you, that your too good for him. Your beautiful, and his angel. He couldn't stand life without you, and couldn't be calm if you ever got hurt. His heart races everytime your happy, sad, playful, or just calm. If anything would harm you, he would tear them limb, from limb. He loves you more than anything in the world, and wouldn't dream of hurting you for his life. He would give his, before he made you give yours."
Tears were now falling silently down Hermione's face as she her eyes were wide in shock, "I-is all of that t-true?" She asked choking on her tears every few seconds.
"Yes, all of it..." He gave a small chuckle as he turned around, " You know I couldn't understand it when I first woke up, the rage of emotions that overcame me when I first saw you. The feelings were to strong for me to forget." He said turning back around to face her.
He stepped towards her and cautiously wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her. He wanted her to know he would try his hardest to remember who he was, and regain his memory, "I will try my hardest, to get my memory back..," He looked into her eyes where tears wer still falling, ",for you."
Hermione leaned in and kissed him soflty on the lips, "Thank you." She whispered into his ear.
Harry's eyes snapped shut, as a pain came over his chest, and darkness fell over the room. The moon was covered by dark clouds. As lightning began to flash outside the window. He could hear Hermione's distant screams as his chest began to burn worse.
He let go of Hermione and dropped to his knees. His insides were on fire again, and memories hit him like a heat wave. He felt the sweat start dripping down his face and off the tip of his nose. He could smell the burnt flesh again and he grabbed the front of his shirt, ripping it off from the middle. He looked down at his chest, his scars were glowing once again. They were gold and seemed to be on fire.
Hermione looked on shocked, not knowing how to help him. He was in more pain than she had imagined, and she didn't even know what was going on. His screams were silent but his mouth was open and his eyes were shut tightly. His chest was glowing, the scars in the form of a flame. She gasped and took a step towards him.
He let out a scream this time it was heard. Her ears hurt, his scream was so loud, the pain must be unbearable. She crawled towards him after dropping to her knees. He was on his knees his head down and his hands over his head, as he rocked back and forth a little. Hermione threw herself at him, and hugged him, he stiffened but soon relaxed in her arms.
The burning sensation was still in his chest but it felt cooler, he opened his eyes a bit to find Hermione hugging him, tears running down her face. He gave her a weak smile then layed his head down on her shoulder, tired from whatever had just happened.
~*~
Harry opened his eyes again the room he was in was slightly dark, but a little light was coming from the candle burning on the opposite side of the room. He blinked a few times trying to get his eyes to focus better. When he got his eyes fully opened he noticed a person sitting by the candle in a chair reading a book. His chest stung as he quietly got up from his bed, and walked over to her.
Hermione was sitting in the chair reading a book about memory loss, and other memory charms. He didn't remember what really happened, just that it hurt really bad. He wondered what was going on, since he didn't remember what had happened the day before not really anyways. There was a storm and it was dark outside, he was looking out the window, thinking then it happened.
"H-Hermione..." He said quietly.
She turned around quickly and faced him her eyes widened and she shut the book dropping it on the floor beside the chair. Her shocked expression turned into a small smile as she stood up and hugged him, "How do you feel?" She asked laying her head down on his shoulder.
"Good." He said wrapping his arms around her waist, "What happened to me?"
She pulled back a bit but still had her arms wrapped around his neck, "We were talking and you just started screaming, and your scars on your chest started glowing, and I didn't know what to do. I was scared, but finally you stopped, and fell asleep, or passed out, whatever you want to call it." She said staring into his eyes.
"I only remember doing that when I was sitting in my room, after Drake saved us. from the harbringers." He said trying to remember.
Hermione shook her head before giving him a confused look, "That must have been the first time it happened, then after you woke up, you had lost your memory. Then it happened again, and now you can't remember that?"
Harry nodded, "But, I can remember everything else, except for when I couldn't remember anything."
Hermione groaned, "You, are so complicated Harry Potter." He raised an eyebrow at her and she smiled, "and I wouldn't have it any other way." She pressed her lips against his as she intertwined her fingers in his hair. He pulled her closer to him as he kissed her back. He pulled back and started trailing light kisses around her jaw line and on her cheeks, even on the tip of her nose.
Hermione smiled almost the whole time, playing with his hair as he kissed her. She had never felt anything more...wonderful. She was in the arms of the man she loved, and he was kissing her. He was gentle, yet full of passion with each kiss he laid on her face. He then moved to her neck not being able to control himself. He placed feather light kisses down her neck and collarbone. His lips were warm, and her skin was cold, his lips left trails of fire behind on her soft skin.(a/n: not literally folks....you know what I mean...I hope ^^)
Harry stopped after a few minutes, trying to catch his breath. He looked up, Hermione had her eyes closed and a smile on her face. He grinned and picked her up gently and walking over to the bed and laying her down. Harry then layed down beside her, he ran his fingers through her hair that was infront of her face, tucking it behind her ear, he gently reached down and cupped her cheek. Kissing her on the lips a little less gentle this time. He wanted her....he needed her....he loved her.
Her lips were soft and full, and he loved kissing them, nibbling at them, and kissing her. He loved when she was happy, and if this made her happy, she had no idea how happy it made him. He pulled back and looked at her, she smiled back and closed her eyes for a second, "Will you hold me?" She asked opening her eyes to look at him.
He nodded and wrapped his arms around her waist, then pulled her to him. She layed her head on his chest and let her hand rest on his chest beside her face. She felt protected, and safe, not to mention warm, she knew that as long as she was with Harry, she would be fine. She sighed in contentment, and closed her eyes. Harry smiled and rested his head on hers. He closed his eyes feeling more sleepy than usual, he then fell asleep, not noticing the three shadowed figures in the corner of the room, who blew out the candle.
~*~
Harry awoke and turned to his beside table. The curtains were closed over the window, making it dark in the room, he found his glasses and put them on, glancing over at his clock it read 12:00. He looked down at Hermione who was still peacefully asleep on his chest, he smiled and gently lifted her off his chest, and layed her back down on the bed. After he made sure she was covered up, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Then he grabbed some clothes and headed to the bathroom.
Harry tried to dry his hair with his towel, but it still stuck up, like always. He sighed and tried to make it straight, he smelled clean, and was clean, he had his boxers and pants on, for he forgot his shirt in the room, and his teeth were brushed. Harry walked out of the bathroom, and spotted his shirt. He bent over to pick it up when he heard giggling.
He looked up to find Hermione blushing and giggling sitting on his bed,"What's so funny?" He asked grabbing his shirt.
"N-nothing." She answered getting off his bed and standing up, then stretching. Harry stared at her, entranced by her beauty. She wore a pair of dark blue hip-huggers, and a blue tank-top. Her hair was pulled up into a loose ponytail. She even had a grin on her face, and her eyes held a shine of happiness, he smiled.
Harry tossed his shirt down on the bed and walked up to her wraping a protective arm around her waist, pulled her to him and kissed her on the lips gently. He pulled back to catch his breath and wrapped his other arm around her waist hugging her to him, "God, your beautiful," He whispered in her ear, then placed a light kiss a couple inches from her ear, making her whole body shiver in pleasure.
This brought grin to his face as he kissed the top of her head lightly,"I'll always protect you, I'll always be with you, no matter what, Hermione." He murmered pulling back to look at her. Tears were threatining to spill from her eyes as she locked her gaze with his green orbs, "I know." She whispered hugging him tighter.
Harry wiped her tears away from her face with his thumb and started hugging her again. "You know you took longer to shower than me, and you were up first." She stated a smirk on her face.
He smiled at her attempt to lighten the mood, "Hey, I was thinking." She giggled and pulled away but grabbed on of his hands. With her other hand she grabbed his shirt and handed it to him, "We should go get some lunch. First you better put your shirt on, Mr. Potter."
"What if I want to go down there without my shirt?" He questioned her, letting go of her hand.
"Believe me, as much as I would not mind, I think the other people down there might." He smiled at her and put his slipped his shirt on over his head, he then held his arm out to her.
"Shall we, Miss Granger?"
"We shall, Mr. Potter." She answered laughing, hooking her arm through his.
They both laughed and made their way downstairs to the kitchen. When they arrived Lupin, Tonks, and Drake were all seated at the table talking, and Mrs. Weasley was placing food on the table. They all stopped and looked up as Harry and Hermione came in.
"Ah...how are you doing this afternoon?" Drake asked smiling.
"Better." Answered Harry sitting down across from him, and Hermione sitting on his left across from Tonks.
"That's always good to hear," Drake said grabbing a sandwhich off the plate Mrs. Weasley had placed on the table a few minutes before,"If your interested I have gathered some information on your.. umm.. condition, and if you would like to look at it, you could come see me when you feel up to it."
"Sure." Harry replied grabbing himself a sandwhich.
He glanced over at Hermione who was currently talking with Tonks, he looked over at Lupin as he watched the two girls talk, obviously amused. The door opened and Ginny came in, looking a bit flushed, "I'm back." She said sitting down next to Hermione. All the girls at the table began to giggle when Ginny whispered something to them.
He knew Ginny had to be talking about her new boyfriend Dean Thomas. She had gone on a date with him that day, or atleast that's all he heard before the giggles died down and they began to eat their lunch. Lunch was quiet, except for occasional outburst of giggles from Hermione and Ginny. When they were all finished Hermione and Ginny exscused themselves, Hermione left giving Harry a quick kiss on the lips.
Drake motioned for Harry to follow him up the stairs and into the 'music' room. While Harry took a seat on the couch Drake paced around the room,"Hermione informed me when I saw her this morning coming out of the shower, that you have your memory back, but couldn't remember what happened the day before, when you couldn't remember anything." He said stopping infront of Harry.
Harry nodded, he wasn't really confused by everything he had said for, he knew what had basically happened. Drake started pacing again, placing his hand on his chin and mumbling every few seconds. Harry just watched him and wondered what was really happening to him, he had never been so confused in his life, and that was hard, because Hermione was the one who made sense of things, he was nearly always confused.
"I've got it!" Drake shouted making Harry's head snap up.
"That's great," Harry stated, "What is it, you've got exactly?"
Drake chuckled,"I think I know what's happening to you. It's you scar, on your forehead. I know it's linked to Voldemort but that's not why this stuff has been happening to you."
He nodded a little bit surprised as how Drake said Voldemort, like it didn't even bother him, but afterall, he had been faced with the First evil since he was a baby. It had something to do with my scar...which seemed weird.
"Have you ever heard of elements, Harry?" He asked, and Harry nodded."I think that's what it is, your scar is in the shape of a lightning bolt. When the element connects with something that is deeply connected with you, it has to have some kind of reaction. I mean most people don't survive and make a full recovery in a month." Harry gave a small laugh as Drake smiled.
"When you were struck by lightning, it set a 'trigger' off, explaining your new found powers. Now, I think, that you might have to forms." He explained putting his hands in his pockets.
"Two forms. Like you?" Harry asked sitting forward and placing his hands on his knees.
"Yes, the form of your wizard self, and yo-your..." He trailed off smiling, but looking slightly scared of what he was about to say, Harry just raised his eyebrows and motioned for him to continue,"a god...."
~*~ A/N: I finished this chapter earlier than most, thanks to a three day weekend. Though it is shorter than the rest....I think. Well, I left you with a cliffy, and hopefully the next chapter will be up by the end of the week. Thanks to all my reviewers....I could thank everyone who also reads this, because if you do....I SAY R+R!!!
School tomorrow...the joy....see you all later!!
Everything that had happened in the last few hours, his mind was overwhelmed with thoughts he didn't think possible. His skin was pale and his hands were sweaty. He was feeling light headed, and a little sick. Lightning flashed again and Harry cringed remembering the pain it had caused him almost a month ago. Harry sighed and ran his fingers through his already messy raven black hair. His insides felt cold and the room around him made him feel like everything he loved was gone, even if he knew he still had them.
But ever since he was attacked earlier, he couldn't help but think what Drake must go through. Being hunted all his life because of something he had no choice in. Then again, he was in the same situation, being hunted since he was a baby because of some....stupid prophecy. He stood quickly knocking the wooden chair, which he had been sitting in, over behind him. In some way he was like Drake, but Drake didn't have to murder someone, or be murdered.
Drake still had a choice, even though he made it clear that he would keep going for the woman he loves. What he wouldn't give just to be a normal wizard. One who didn't have to worry about getting killed every year, or leaving the ones you loved behind with broken hearts. This thought reminded him more of Hermione. He couldn't put her through that. Hell, she didn't even know about the prophecy, he didn't think he should tell her either.
She would be angry at first for him not telling her sooner. Then...well, he didn't really know what after that. He knew she wouldn't exactly approve of him murdering someone, or getting killed. There were really no more options. Hogwarts was coming closer and in about a half of a month they would be back.
Back to the world of terror and of murder. Back to the enemys, and to the past that still haunts his thoughts, his dreams, and every waking moment he has to himself. His heart dropped into his stomach, the time grew closer and only two more years until he would get out of Hogwarts...if he even made it that far. He didn't want to hurt anyone, even if it ment he got revenge for the death of his parents, and the closest thing he ever had to a father.
Harry picked up his chair and set it back down. He glanced at the window, at the wrong time. Lightning flashed across the sky making a glass shattering boom a few seconds later. Harry closed his eyes as he felt a tugging sensation on his heart. He fell to his knees clutching his chest with his right hand. His left hand was on the floor for support.
The room was lit up again by lightning as Harry struggled to regain his compsure. The pain was increasing as time went on. His insides felt as if they were on fire, and some invisible force was grabbing his heart and yanking it into two pieces. Sweat started to form on his under his hairline, sliding down the ridges on his forehead as he closed his eyes tighter. The smell of burnt flesh filled his nose, as a wave of dizziness over came him.
He lost track of time and of his senses as the pain continued. Even the most painful curse Harry could remember at the moment didn't really compare to the pain he felt now. His throat was dry and he choked trying to wet it with spit. His lungs felt like they were the size of nuts, and couldn't hold enough oxygen to support him.
Still he tried to take deep breaths. As he opened his eyes he found he could not see clearly as everything was blurry, not to mention it was so dark he could barely see infront of him. He shivered as a cold sensation ran down his spine and tingling his feet. His breath came in short gasps as he tried to stand.
When he made it to his feet his chest started to burn. Only this time it wasn't just his heart. His whole chest flet like it was on fire. Harry placed both of his hands on the hem of his shirt and pulled it quickly off his chest. He still couldn't see what was the matter.
He shivered once again as the cold air met his bare chest. Though it was short lived and the bunring sensation became almost unbearable. He opened his mouth to scream...but nothing came out. He flung himself to the floor. As he laid in the dark he scratched at his chest trying to make the pain go away, or to dull. Harry didn't know how much more he could take.
Closing his eyes he focused his attention on one certain picture in his mind. A picture of Hermione, laying in his arms sleeping peacefully. Even though the pain and aching in his chest never dulled, he felt relieved and happy for the moment. Soon though the image faded as his thoughts became clouded with pain.
Harry crawled till he was standing erect on his knees. Lightning flashed in the sky once again, the pain in Harry's chest exploded. He let out a strangled scream, as he crossed both hands over his chest. The pain was too much. Harry placed his hands down to his sides, his hands closing tightly to make fists. Another wave of pain hit him, it was like being shocked to no stop. He let out another scream as lightning flashed, and thunder boomed outside his window.
A bright yellow-gold light shot out of Harry's eyes as his head tilted up towards the celing. His chest began to glow the same color, outlining his scars in gold. When it stopped Harry fell forward to the floor. He warm face meeting the cold floor. His sweat from his face and body dripped to the floor as if it were blood. The smell of burnt flesh still lingered in the air, as the lighning died down and the thunder ceased.
Harry lost all his senses as relief washed over him, for whatever happened was gone, and the pain was subsiding. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the cold floor. He could hear footsteps coming up the stairs quickly. He heard the door open and a female scream, and a few gasps. That's really all he remembered before everything went black.
~*~
Harry opened his eyes, then shut them again tightly. The light hurt his eyes and made his headache throb. He felt something laying down beside him, and something was in his hand. It was warm and soft. He tried again, opening his eyes this time leaving them open, he wanted to know what was going on. Why he didn't remember anything. Slowly his vision began to focus. He was laying in a room, that seemed familiar, but he didn't remember it. He looked down to his hand that was laying on his chest.
Held tight in his, was a small hand, with slender fingers, and an almost pale white skin. It was a definately a female hand. Harry shook his head and looked over. His eyes widened beside him layed the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Her curly brown hair framed her pale complection, it looked as if she hadn't been outside in weeks. He took the time to stare at her as she slept, a frown was on her face and there were dried tears staining her perfect cheeks.
Her lips were a light pink, but looked full and soft. Whoever this girl belonged to, was very, very lucky. It didn't help that he couldn't remember who he was, or how he got here. He didn't even know what happened. Harry sighed quietly to himself, as he layed his head back a little, but so he could still see the angel asleep by his side.
He was still thinking when he saw her open his eyes. He was intranced. He had never seen eyes like hers'. Deep brown orbs stared at him, he even saw tears appear in them, but they still sparked with a happiness and joy he had never seen before. Before he could register anything she screamed and wrapped her arms around her neck. After a few seconds he realized he couldn't breath.
"HARRY!" She screamed pulling away and looking him in his eyes. She must have read the confusion in his eyes because a frown came over her flawless features. Harry frowned also at her actions not at his, and who the hell was Harry?
"What's the matter Harry?" She asked looking concerned.
"W-whos Harry?" He asked feeling a bit stupid and out of place.
Her eyes widened in shock, and her eyebrows nitted together in confusion, "You are, silly." She said, even though she still wore a worried look.
"No, no..i'm..i'm..." He trailed off looking down at the bed trying to think,"I-I don't know who I am..." He said looking up at her.
Hermione's face fell, "No, your Harry. Harry Potter. The boy-who- lived." She said as her voice became less confident as she spoke.
He looked at her, he wanted to make her not worry, but he didn't remember anything. He seemed fine, but when he thought about it, he drew a blank, and got nothing,"I don't know who Harry Potter is, I don't know who I am....I don't know where I am.......and I don't know you."
A tear escaped her eye as she looked at him, almost not believing her ears, or her eyes. "You...you are him. Your Harry...I just know it."
He hated to see her sad, because of him, but he got the feeling that he hated to see her sad period. He just wanted to reach out, to comfort her, but he didn't think that was his place after all....he didn't even know who she was, or who he was for that matter. She backed up and got of the bed, tears running silently down her face, as she walked towards the door, she opened it, gave him one last look, before leaving.
Harry was confused....what had exactly happened to him? Why couldn't he remember? And why did his heart break, when she started to cry? This was just not his day. He got up and stretched, his back was in pain, and his chest ached a bit. It was the first time he noticed that he was only wearing a pair of tan cargo shorts, that hung just below his waste line. He also noticed scars on his chest, not just any scars they seemed to be in the shape of a flame. The scars looked new, and they were still hot when he put his hand on it.
Something in his gut told him these scars had something to do with why he couldn't remember anything. His thoughts were short lived when a knock was heard on the door. He turned and looked out the door for a moment until the knock vame again, "Come in..." He said feeling lost.
A tall skinny man with brown hair walked in, followed by another tall man with curly blonde hair, along with the girl he woke up next to. He gave them a little smile, but frowned when he noticed the girl was still sad.
"Umm...Harry." The man with brown hair said. Harry looked at him, "Who is this Harry you all keep talking about?"
"Uh..let's think, since we're looking at you, and you've only been called that since you woke up. It must be you." The blonde man said rolling his eyes, but still had a smile on his face, as if to tell him he didn't mean for it to sound sarcastic.
He turned towards the window and looked out to the street below him, "So, I'm Harry then," He said sighing and turned back around to face them, " What's the matter with me?"
He looked towards the girl who just stared at the floor like she wasn't really wanting to meet his gaze. The brown haired man noticed and turned towards the girl, "Hermione, your parents are downstairs, they wanted to check up on you."
She simply nodded and walked out of the room. The man then turned to him, "I'm Lupin, and this is Drake." He said gesturing to the blonde man who stood in the shadows of the room.
Harry nodded silently,"Excuse me Lupin, Drake, but why can't I remember anything? Why don't I know who I am, or where I am. Why do I have these scars, and why does my heart ache everytime that girl is sad?" He asked in a rush.
Drake gave him a frown, but it soon changed into a smile," To be honest Harry, I don't know why you can't remember anything. Your scars came from a inccident about a month ago, when you were struck by lightning, and last night we don't know what happened, but heard you screaming, and when we found you they were glowing. As for your heart, it's simple really. Your in love with her, and she is with you, she's your girlfriend, and that's why she was crying, and why your heart ached."
Harry's face fell, and he walked over to the window, he sighed and looked out, "I wish I could remember, what happened, who I am, and what i'm supposed to do. I want to know what's going on, and why I can't remember anything."
Lupin and Drake exchanged glances as Harry stood silent. Drake placed his hands deep into his coat pockets, racking his brain for ideas. Lupin kept his eyes on Harry's back, and ran his fingers through his hair making it stick up in some places. They both raised their eyebrows when Harry turned around suddenly.
"Do you think there could be a...trigger..or something of that sort, that could help me get my memory back, if I am who you say I am." Harry asked.
"I think there could be...yes, it seems right. If i'm correct, I knew a witch who didn't use a wand. She once did a spell that made everyone lose their memory, and they didn't get it back until the source of the spell was destroyed. So, if we find the source of the spell that was used on you, and destroy it. We could be able to get your memory back. That is if it was a spell used on you, and not some wierd stress spell, created in the back of your mind......" Drake kept ranting about different spells, as Lupin looked at the floor, and Harry listened.
"Drake, don't you think we should let him rest." Lupin said, cutting Drake off as he was speaking of some sort of memory charm used in Rome,"You've been ranting for atleast thirty minutes. I think it's time we actually do some research on this, and speak to Dumbledore."
Drake nodded and said his apology to Harry before leaving to go do research. Lupin gave him a small smile, "Don't worry we'll find out what's going on, right now though, I suggest you get something to eat and take a shower, i'm sure Hermione might want to talk to you later."
Harry gave him a nod and Lupin left. He sighed and walked over to the trunk at the end of the bed, this had to be where ihs clothes were, so he opened it and grabbed some clothes. He then made his way towards the bathroom that was ajoined to the room he was in.
He let the water run over his face and trickle down his body(a/n:anyone else drooling??). He didn't know how he was supposed to go on, he barely remembered what a witch or wizard was, much less all the charms and spells he had been taught. Now he had to talk to the woman Harry loved, he knew at some extent he loved her too.
He needed to find out more about Harry Potter, he needed to know about himself, and the only way to do that was to ask the people who knew him best. He had to speak to Hermione. The trigger could be some of his memories, but he would never find out just standing in the shower.
Harry walked out of the bathroom in new clothes, smelling fresh, and clean teeth. He sighed as he started to walk down the stairs, he knew the kitchen was downstairs. It was wierd really that he knew almost everything, except the faces of people, their names, and what kind of relationship he had with them. He went into the kitchen and got some food.
~*~
After he finished eating eggs, Harry started back up the stairs. His ears perked up when he heard the sound of crying. It wasn't very loud and sounded as if someone was trying to hide it. He knew exactly who it was. He found the room it was coming from, and knocked on the door softly. The crying ceased as he heard someone coming towards the door.
"Can I hel-" She began opening the door but stopped noticing who was at the door.
"Are you alright." He asked concerned.
"Yeah, yeah i'm fine." She replied looking down at the floor.
Harry sighed, "Listen, I know that you love him." Hermione looked up at him.
"That I love whom?" She asked.
"Harry, you love Harry. I know that, and I know he loves you more than you know. I can feel it, I can't remember it, but I can feel it. Right here." He said gesturing to his heart.
She smiled at him, even though it was a sad smile, it was a smile none the less," Yes I do love him, but you are him, wouldn't it be the same as me loving you?"
"In some sense...yes, but I don't know this Harry Potter, how can I tell if I am like him still?"
"Well then I will tell you about him." She answered simply.
"O-okay." He said looking at her. She was going to tell him about himself, it seemed weird, but then again, he didn't really remember anything.
Harry and Hermione agreed to talk abuot it in his room. So they headed up one flight of stairs until they reached his room. The sun was above the house and it lit the room up, bringing a nice mood to the gold and red room. Harry sat down in one of the chairs by the bookcase, Hermione sat in the one opposite of him. Harry stared at her as she looked at the floor, she seemed saddened by the whole fact that he could not remember anyone, or anything about the life he lived as Harry Potter.
"Harry....I met him when I was eleven, on the train to Hogwarts. I was looking for Neville's toad, Trevor. He along with Ron, were in a compartment alone. I knew I wanted to friends with him ever since that day. Even before I met him though I knew who he was. Every witch and wizard knew who he was. He was the boy-who-lived. The boy that survived the attack of the most feared wizard in the universe, Lord Voldemort." She paused and took a deep breath, " Unfortunately, his parents were killed that night, they died protecting him. He was then sent to live with the Dursley's his only remaining relatives, who are really, really, horrible people...."
Hermione continued on explaining in detail about all the adventures Harry encountered through Hogwarts. Every bad event and good event in Harry's life, that she knew of. Harry seemed interested in all of it, never once turning his attention to something else. She then started explaining the last few weeks before Harry lost his memory. Harry just watched as she talked, paced, laughed, and smiled.
"I'm sorry." He blurted out.
She stopped what she was doing and looked at him, "Huh? What for?" Harry gave her a sad smile and stood up coming up to stand next to her.
"Sorry that I can't remember, sorry that you don't have your boyfriend with you. Your just stuck with some guy who can't remember anything except spells, charms, and rules about muggles and wizards."
Hermione gave him a small frown, "Your still Harry." She whispered, "You are him, even if you don't remember.
Harry looked at her eyes he almost got lost in the swirling brown orbs, that seemed to have a golden tint to them, maybe it was from the sun setting casting a orange glow around the room. Infact it made it look as if she was glowing....like and angel. "I may look like him, but i'm not sure I am him. Everything you've told me about him makes me out to be a hero, and i'm not a hero, I can remember that much.
Hermione knitted her eyebrows together in confusion. Harry just stared at her he had to tell her, the Harry she had been telling stories about, didn't seem like the kind of person he was. He wouldn't have made half those choices the real Harry did, "True you do look like him, but if your sure your not him, then where is he?"
"I don't know." He answered a few seconds later looking down at the ground, "C-can you describe Harry for me, how you knew him, how would you describe him?" Hermione sighed and walked over to the window.
"He's caring, smart, funny, brave, quick, charming, handsome, my bestfriend," She said and turned around to face him," he's the man I love."
Harry looked at her, she had her arms wrapped around her waist hugging herself, her head pointing towards the ground. Her hair fell around her face as she studied her shoes. The sun still making her glow. If he could picture one beautiful thing before he died, it would be her. She looked up at him and his breath caught in his throat. His mouth became dry as she bit her lip.
"You miss having him around, don't you?" He asked softly noticing the sad look on her face.
"Sort of. It's not that I don't like you, because your him, and he's you, I'm just...I think i've confused myself." She said quickly, blushing.
"I'm him, I just don't remember being him, and don't think I act or feel the same as he does."
"Does that mean, you don't feel the same way about me?" She asked looking up at him.
His eyes widened, and his mouth opened, "No, no, that's not what I mean, I can tell you now, even if I don't feel the same things he does, I still know that you, Hermione Granger, are the most beautiful creature on this earth. I think, myself, before I lost my memory felt exactly the same way. I can tell you things about him even now, that you might not know, because he left it all hear." He said pointing again at his chest.
Hermione was still blushing about what he had said about her, but was clearly interested in wht he had said," What?"
"I said, even though I can't remember stuff, there are still feelings, that he was protecting deep in his soul. He thinks he doesn't deserve you, that your too good for him. Your beautiful, and his angel. He couldn't stand life without you, and couldn't be calm if you ever got hurt. His heart races everytime your happy, sad, playful, or just calm. If anything would harm you, he would tear them limb, from limb. He loves you more than anything in the world, and wouldn't dream of hurting you for his life. He would give his, before he made you give yours."
Tears were now falling silently down Hermione's face as she her eyes were wide in shock, "I-is all of that t-true?" She asked choking on her tears every few seconds.
"Yes, all of it..." He gave a small chuckle as he turned around, " You know I couldn't understand it when I first woke up, the rage of emotions that overcame me when I first saw you. The feelings were to strong for me to forget." He said turning back around to face her.
He stepped towards her and cautiously wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her. He wanted her to know he would try his hardest to remember who he was, and regain his memory, "I will try my hardest, to get my memory back..," He looked into her eyes where tears wer still falling, ",for you."
Hermione leaned in and kissed him soflty on the lips, "Thank you." She whispered into his ear.
Harry's eyes snapped shut, as a pain came over his chest, and darkness fell over the room. The moon was covered by dark clouds. As lightning began to flash outside the window. He could hear Hermione's distant screams as his chest began to burn worse.
He let go of Hermione and dropped to his knees. His insides were on fire again, and memories hit him like a heat wave. He felt the sweat start dripping down his face and off the tip of his nose. He could smell the burnt flesh again and he grabbed the front of his shirt, ripping it off from the middle. He looked down at his chest, his scars were glowing once again. They were gold and seemed to be on fire.
Hermione looked on shocked, not knowing how to help him. He was in more pain than she had imagined, and she didn't even know what was going on. His screams were silent but his mouth was open and his eyes were shut tightly. His chest was glowing, the scars in the form of a flame. She gasped and took a step towards him.
He let out a scream this time it was heard. Her ears hurt, his scream was so loud, the pain must be unbearable. She crawled towards him after dropping to her knees. He was on his knees his head down and his hands over his head, as he rocked back and forth a little. Hermione threw herself at him, and hugged him, he stiffened but soon relaxed in her arms.
The burning sensation was still in his chest but it felt cooler, he opened his eyes a bit to find Hermione hugging him, tears running down her face. He gave her a weak smile then layed his head down on her shoulder, tired from whatever had just happened.
~*~
Harry opened his eyes again the room he was in was slightly dark, but a little light was coming from the candle burning on the opposite side of the room. He blinked a few times trying to get his eyes to focus better. When he got his eyes fully opened he noticed a person sitting by the candle in a chair reading a book. His chest stung as he quietly got up from his bed, and walked over to her.
Hermione was sitting in the chair reading a book about memory loss, and other memory charms. He didn't remember what really happened, just that it hurt really bad. He wondered what was going on, since he didn't remember what had happened the day before not really anyways. There was a storm and it was dark outside, he was looking out the window, thinking then it happened.
"H-Hermione..." He said quietly.
She turned around quickly and faced him her eyes widened and she shut the book dropping it on the floor beside the chair. Her shocked expression turned into a small smile as she stood up and hugged him, "How do you feel?" She asked laying her head down on his shoulder.
"Good." He said wrapping his arms around her waist, "What happened to me?"
She pulled back a bit but still had her arms wrapped around his neck, "We were talking and you just started screaming, and your scars on your chest started glowing, and I didn't know what to do. I was scared, but finally you stopped, and fell asleep, or passed out, whatever you want to call it." She said staring into his eyes.
"I only remember doing that when I was sitting in my room, after Drake saved us. from the harbringers." He said trying to remember.
Hermione shook her head before giving him a confused look, "That must have been the first time it happened, then after you woke up, you had lost your memory. Then it happened again, and now you can't remember that?"
Harry nodded, "But, I can remember everything else, except for when I couldn't remember anything."
Hermione groaned, "You, are so complicated Harry Potter." He raised an eyebrow at her and she smiled, "and I wouldn't have it any other way." She pressed her lips against his as she intertwined her fingers in his hair. He pulled her closer to him as he kissed her back. He pulled back and started trailing light kisses around her jaw line and on her cheeks, even on the tip of her nose.
Hermione smiled almost the whole time, playing with his hair as he kissed her. She had never felt anything more...wonderful. She was in the arms of the man she loved, and he was kissing her. He was gentle, yet full of passion with each kiss he laid on her face. He then moved to her neck not being able to control himself. He placed feather light kisses down her neck and collarbone. His lips were warm, and her skin was cold, his lips left trails of fire behind on her soft skin.(a/n: not literally folks....you know what I mean...I hope ^^)
Harry stopped after a few minutes, trying to catch his breath. He looked up, Hermione had her eyes closed and a smile on her face. He grinned and picked her up gently and walking over to the bed and laying her down. Harry then layed down beside her, he ran his fingers through her hair that was infront of her face, tucking it behind her ear, he gently reached down and cupped her cheek. Kissing her on the lips a little less gentle this time. He wanted her....he needed her....he loved her.
Her lips were soft and full, and he loved kissing them, nibbling at them, and kissing her. He loved when she was happy, and if this made her happy, she had no idea how happy it made him. He pulled back and looked at her, she smiled back and closed her eyes for a second, "Will you hold me?" She asked opening her eyes to look at him.
He nodded and wrapped his arms around her waist, then pulled her to him. She layed her head on his chest and let her hand rest on his chest beside her face. She felt protected, and safe, not to mention warm, she knew that as long as she was with Harry, she would be fine. She sighed in contentment, and closed her eyes. Harry smiled and rested his head on hers. He closed his eyes feeling more sleepy than usual, he then fell asleep, not noticing the three shadowed figures in the corner of the room, who blew out the candle.
~*~
Harry awoke and turned to his beside table. The curtains were closed over the window, making it dark in the room, he found his glasses and put them on, glancing over at his clock it read 12:00. He looked down at Hermione who was still peacefully asleep on his chest, he smiled and gently lifted her off his chest, and layed her back down on the bed. After he made sure she was covered up, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Then he grabbed some clothes and headed to the bathroom.
Harry tried to dry his hair with his towel, but it still stuck up, like always. He sighed and tried to make it straight, he smelled clean, and was clean, he had his boxers and pants on, for he forgot his shirt in the room, and his teeth were brushed. Harry walked out of the bathroom, and spotted his shirt. He bent over to pick it up when he heard giggling.
He looked up to find Hermione blushing and giggling sitting on his bed,"What's so funny?" He asked grabbing his shirt.
"N-nothing." She answered getting off his bed and standing up, then stretching. Harry stared at her, entranced by her beauty. She wore a pair of dark blue hip-huggers, and a blue tank-top. Her hair was pulled up into a loose ponytail. She even had a grin on her face, and her eyes held a shine of happiness, he smiled.
Harry tossed his shirt down on the bed and walked up to her wraping a protective arm around her waist, pulled her to him and kissed her on the lips gently. He pulled back to catch his breath and wrapped his other arm around her waist hugging her to him, "God, your beautiful," He whispered in her ear, then placed a light kiss a couple inches from her ear, making her whole body shiver in pleasure.
This brought grin to his face as he kissed the top of her head lightly,"I'll always protect you, I'll always be with you, no matter what, Hermione." He murmered pulling back to look at her. Tears were threatining to spill from her eyes as she locked her gaze with his green orbs, "I know." She whispered hugging him tighter.
Harry wiped her tears away from her face with his thumb and started hugging her again. "You know you took longer to shower than me, and you were up first." She stated a smirk on her face.
He smiled at her attempt to lighten the mood, "Hey, I was thinking." She giggled and pulled away but grabbed on of his hands. With her other hand she grabbed his shirt and handed it to him, "We should go get some lunch. First you better put your shirt on, Mr. Potter."
"What if I want to go down there without my shirt?" He questioned her, letting go of her hand.
"Believe me, as much as I would not mind, I think the other people down there might." He smiled at her and put his slipped his shirt on over his head, he then held his arm out to her.
"Shall we, Miss Granger?"
"We shall, Mr. Potter." She answered laughing, hooking her arm through his.
They both laughed and made their way downstairs to the kitchen. When they arrived Lupin, Tonks, and Drake were all seated at the table talking, and Mrs. Weasley was placing food on the table. They all stopped and looked up as Harry and Hermione came in.
"Ah...how are you doing this afternoon?" Drake asked smiling.
"Better." Answered Harry sitting down across from him, and Hermione sitting on his left across from Tonks.
"That's always good to hear," Drake said grabbing a sandwhich off the plate Mrs. Weasley had placed on the table a few minutes before,"If your interested I have gathered some information on your.. umm.. condition, and if you would like to look at it, you could come see me when you feel up to it."
"Sure." Harry replied grabbing himself a sandwhich.
He glanced over at Hermione who was currently talking with Tonks, he looked over at Lupin as he watched the two girls talk, obviously amused. The door opened and Ginny came in, looking a bit flushed, "I'm back." She said sitting down next to Hermione. All the girls at the table began to giggle when Ginny whispered something to them.
He knew Ginny had to be talking about her new boyfriend Dean Thomas. She had gone on a date with him that day, or atleast that's all he heard before the giggles died down and they began to eat their lunch. Lunch was quiet, except for occasional outburst of giggles from Hermione and Ginny. When they were all finished Hermione and Ginny exscused themselves, Hermione left giving Harry a quick kiss on the lips.
Drake motioned for Harry to follow him up the stairs and into the 'music' room. While Harry took a seat on the couch Drake paced around the room,"Hermione informed me when I saw her this morning coming out of the shower, that you have your memory back, but couldn't remember what happened the day before, when you couldn't remember anything." He said stopping infront of Harry.
Harry nodded, he wasn't really confused by everything he had said for, he knew what had basically happened. Drake started pacing again, placing his hand on his chin and mumbling every few seconds. Harry just watched him and wondered what was really happening to him, he had never been so confused in his life, and that was hard, because Hermione was the one who made sense of things, he was nearly always confused.
"I've got it!" Drake shouted making Harry's head snap up.
"That's great," Harry stated, "What is it, you've got exactly?"
Drake chuckled,"I think I know what's happening to you. It's you scar, on your forehead. I know it's linked to Voldemort but that's not why this stuff has been happening to you."
He nodded a little bit surprised as how Drake said Voldemort, like it didn't even bother him, but afterall, he had been faced with the First evil since he was a baby. It had something to do with my scar...which seemed weird.
"Have you ever heard of elements, Harry?" He asked, and Harry nodded."I think that's what it is, your scar is in the shape of a lightning bolt. When the element connects with something that is deeply connected with you, it has to have some kind of reaction. I mean most people don't survive and make a full recovery in a month." Harry gave a small laugh as Drake smiled.
"When you were struck by lightning, it set a 'trigger' off, explaining your new found powers. Now, I think, that you might have to forms." He explained putting his hands in his pockets.
"Two forms. Like you?" Harry asked sitting forward and placing his hands on his knees.
"Yes, the form of your wizard self, and yo-your..." He trailed off smiling, but looking slightly scared of what he was about to say, Harry just raised his eyebrows and motioned for him to continue,"a god...."
~*~ A/N: I finished this chapter earlier than most, thanks to a three day weekend. Though it is shorter than the rest....I think. Well, I left you with a cliffy, and hopefully the next chapter will be up by the end of the week. Thanks to all my reviewers....I could thank everyone who also reads this, because if you do....I SAY R+R!!!
School tomorrow...the joy....see you all later!!