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Disclaimer: AngieBob: I own the storyline and Rupert Grint :P Lol!
Bob: (* fake Italian accent *) You talkin to me?
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Bob: Okay then.
So, without further ado, I give you... (Drum roll) Chapter 4
And remember... The drunker you get, the funnier I get!
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Previously: Harry saw his mother mouth the words "I Love You" before she disappeared into night sky.
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Coming Clean - Hilary Duff
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Harry woke up to find himself in the hospital wing, the curtains around his bed pulled shut. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious for. In fact, he didn't even know how he had become unconscious.
He had pestered Madam Pomfrey about that, but she had just clamped her mouth shut and refused to say a thing.
There was also the fact that Madam Pomfrey wouldn't allow Harry to have visitors, On Dumbledore's orders.
So he retired himself to thinking. He had lost a lot of his memory of what had happened that night, so he was trying to remember it. So far he wasn't going very well. Harry was getting very frustrated, as one gets, when one's memory of something important is nothing more than big black spaces.
If only Hermione or Ron would visit! Ron had access to his invisibility cloak. He could easily sneak in here in the middle of the night to visit. Unless Ron was hurt as well. Or Hermione!
And this was how it went, day in, day out. Sitting there for hours on end, trying to remember even the slightest bit of detail. All he could remember was Hermione screaming. Why though?
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Harry felt a rustle against his cheek. He sat bolt upright, knocking someone over in the process. As his eyes got adjusted to the darkness, he couldn't see anyone. They must've been wearing his cloak! Which meant it must be Ron!
"Ron! Finally!" Harry exclaimed, as he felt someone sit on his bed. But as the cloak lowered, Harry found himself grinning at none other than Neville Longbottom.
"How the hell did you find my cloak? Did Ron tell you?" Neville's grin turned to a look of sympathy.
"What is it Neville?" Growled Harry. But Neville just shook his head firmly. Harry grabbed his collar and repeated himself. He was sick of getting no answers. But then he saw the look of Dobby in poor Neville and quickly let go.
"You mean y...you don't know?" Neville's whisper was barely audible.
"Know what?" Harry was confused, but listened eagerly. Maybe Neville could give him answers.
"About what happened with Voldemort?" Harry shook his head slowly before realising that Neville Longbottom, shy, clumsy, school-laughing stock, Neville Longbottom, had just said Voldemort's name!
"No..." Harry wasn't sure he wanted to know anymore.
"You defeated him! He's gone!" Neville got up and started jumping up and down before sitting quickly back on the bed, after realising that he could easily get caught.
"Well then, why can't I remember anything? What happened afterwards?" Harry knew that Neville probably didn't know, but it was worth a try.
"I'll tell you, but don't tell anyone you know. I shouldn't know either, but Susan Bones, you know the red-haired Hufflepuff, She's my girlfriend, she told me." Even listening to Neville ranting on was worth getting even part of his memory back.
Neville's voice turned to a whisper "You met your parents"
"I WHAT?" Harry's voice was so loud that he would be surprised if he hadn't woken up the whole castle. How could he not remember that? Possibly the best (or worst. Depending on what had happened) time of his whole life, and he couldn't even remember it!
Neville quickly hid under the cloak as a half-asleep Madam Pomfrey ran in to see what or who had made all that noise. Seeing that Harry was 'asleep' she fell back into bed and was snoring within seconds.
Harry on the other hand, knew that he wouldn't have been able to get a wink more sleep. But he had an idea.
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Two minutes later, Harry and Neville, both hidden under the invisibility cloak were tiptoeing towards the Gryffindor common room.
Neville muttered, "Pink blossoms...I think..." to the Fat Lady and the portrait hole swung open. Harry was greeted with the smell he was so familiar with. The smell of a wood fire and toasted marshmallows. He breathed deeply, before following Neville up the stairs to the boy's dormitory.
"Alright Neville. I have to go now. Goodnight. And thank you" He flashed a brief smile Neville's way before disappearing down the stairs again. But he had the odd feeling that something was missing from the dorm.
It was when he had reached Dumbledore's office that it hit him.
It was missing Ron's snoring.
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It was only when Harry got to Dumbledore's office that something else also occurred to him. He didn't know the password.
But he needed to talk to Dumbledore urgently so he had to try. Last time it had been a muggle sweet so he would try them again.
"Um... Fantails, Mars Bars, Redskins?" Harry sighed. How was he supposed to know? But that was the whole idea. So students couldn't get in.
It was worth a try though... "Sherbet Lemon?" Harry asked hesitantly. The gargoyle grudgingly stepped aside and let Harry pass.
Harry knocked on the door and was surprised to hear who he thought was Dumbledore reply in his bold yet caring voice, "Enter".
Harry opened the door, only to be greeted by a smiling Albus Dumbledore. Harry, however, didn't return the favour. Now, he was just mad. How could he smile when Harry had no recollection of the biggest event in his life?
"Can I ask you a question?" Harry asked. He had to know!
"You didn't give me much choice did you? Yes, you may." Dumbledore gave Harry a caring smile.
Dumbledore had really chosen the worst moment to be funny but Harry pushed on regardless. "Why can't I remember anything?"
Dumbledore looked into Harry's eyes and saw how fiercely they burned. Just like his mother's. He would have to tell him, although he knew it would turn out all wrong.
"Harry. You can't remember, because I made you forget" Sighed Dumbledore. He knew it sounded mean, but he had done it for Harry's own good.
"What do you mean, 'you made me forget?'" growled Harry.
"I mean, I cast a spell on you, so you would have no recollection of the events of last week." sighed Dumbledore.
"How dare you! You have no right! My memories are my possessions and nobody has the right to take them!" Harry could have said a lot more, but the old man silenced him.
"Harry! Calm down. I plan on restoring your memories in full, when you are well enough to handle them. You wouldn't have been able to cope, let alone recover, with the memories you had. I have absolutely no wish to take them away permanently."
Harry was still seething but he had one last question before he would even budge.
"Enlighten me, what do my memories hold that could possibly prevent me from recovering? Apart from meeting my parents, which, by the way, is a memory that I would like to have back in the near future." Harry had broken his promise to Neville, but he needed to know.
Dumbledore knew this would be hard for Harry to hear, but it was better coming from him than hearing it as a piece of gossip.
"Harry" Dumbledore sighed. He should get it over with. But it was so hard to say. It was also hard to believe as well. "Harry" Dumbledore repeated his name. "I really should be the one to tell you this. Mr. Weasley was killed."
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Yes... I know (* hangs head in shame *) you will find out next chapter what happens to Ron! I made this one short so you wouldn't have as long to go! Lol!
Mr. Blue Button has made 8 friends. He's trying to make 8 more. Will you help Mr. Blue Button?
And a special thank you to tsk tsk: You made my day! (Well, actually my year!) I ran into my mum's room and said "Mum! I made someone cry!" She couldn't stop laughing!
Disclaimer: AngieBob: I own the storyline and Rupert Grint :P Lol!
Bob: (* fake Italian accent *) You talkin to me?
AngieBob: No, I was talking to them
Bob: Okay then.
So, without further ado, I give you... (Drum roll) Chapter 4
And remember... The drunker you get, the funnier I get!
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Previously: Harry saw his mother mouth the words "I Love You" before she disappeared into night sky.
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Coming Clean - Hilary Duff
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Harry woke up to find himself in the hospital wing, the curtains around his bed pulled shut. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious for. In fact, he didn't even know how he had become unconscious.
He had pestered Madam Pomfrey about that, but she had just clamped her mouth shut and refused to say a thing.
There was also the fact that Madam Pomfrey wouldn't allow Harry to have visitors, On Dumbledore's orders.
So he retired himself to thinking. He had lost a lot of his memory of what had happened that night, so he was trying to remember it. So far he wasn't going very well. Harry was getting very frustrated, as one gets, when one's memory of something important is nothing more than big black spaces.
If only Hermione or Ron would visit! Ron had access to his invisibility cloak. He could easily sneak in here in the middle of the night to visit. Unless Ron was hurt as well. Or Hermione!
And this was how it went, day in, day out. Sitting there for hours on end, trying to remember even the slightest bit of detail. All he could remember was Hermione screaming. Why though?
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Harry felt a rustle against his cheek. He sat bolt upright, knocking someone over in the process. As his eyes got adjusted to the darkness, he couldn't see anyone. They must've been wearing his cloak! Which meant it must be Ron!
"Ron! Finally!" Harry exclaimed, as he felt someone sit on his bed. But as the cloak lowered, Harry found himself grinning at none other than Neville Longbottom.
"How the hell did you find my cloak? Did Ron tell you?" Neville's grin turned to a look of sympathy.
"What is it Neville?" Growled Harry. But Neville just shook his head firmly. Harry grabbed his collar and repeated himself. He was sick of getting no answers. But then he saw the look of Dobby in poor Neville and quickly let go.
"You mean y...you don't know?" Neville's whisper was barely audible.
"Know what?" Harry was confused, but listened eagerly. Maybe Neville could give him answers.
"About what happened with Voldemort?" Harry shook his head slowly before realising that Neville Longbottom, shy, clumsy, school-laughing stock, Neville Longbottom, had just said Voldemort's name!
"No..." Harry wasn't sure he wanted to know anymore.
"You defeated him! He's gone!" Neville got up and started jumping up and down before sitting quickly back on the bed, after realising that he could easily get caught.
"Well then, why can't I remember anything? What happened afterwards?" Harry knew that Neville probably didn't know, but it was worth a try.
"I'll tell you, but don't tell anyone you know. I shouldn't know either, but Susan Bones, you know the red-haired Hufflepuff, She's my girlfriend, she told me." Even listening to Neville ranting on was worth getting even part of his memory back.
Neville's voice turned to a whisper "You met your parents"
"I WHAT?" Harry's voice was so loud that he would be surprised if he hadn't woken up the whole castle. How could he not remember that? Possibly the best (or worst. Depending on what had happened) time of his whole life, and he couldn't even remember it!
Neville quickly hid under the cloak as a half-asleep Madam Pomfrey ran in to see what or who had made all that noise. Seeing that Harry was 'asleep' she fell back into bed and was snoring within seconds.
Harry on the other hand, knew that he wouldn't have been able to get a wink more sleep. But he had an idea.
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Two minutes later, Harry and Neville, both hidden under the invisibility cloak were tiptoeing towards the Gryffindor common room.
Neville muttered, "Pink blossoms...I think..." to the Fat Lady and the portrait hole swung open. Harry was greeted with the smell he was so familiar with. The smell of a wood fire and toasted marshmallows. He breathed deeply, before following Neville up the stairs to the boy's dormitory.
"Alright Neville. I have to go now. Goodnight. And thank you" He flashed a brief smile Neville's way before disappearing down the stairs again. But he had the odd feeling that something was missing from the dorm.
It was when he had reached Dumbledore's office that it hit him.
It was missing Ron's snoring.
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It was only when Harry got to Dumbledore's office that something else also occurred to him. He didn't know the password.
But he needed to talk to Dumbledore urgently so he had to try. Last time it had been a muggle sweet so he would try them again.
"Um... Fantails, Mars Bars, Redskins?" Harry sighed. How was he supposed to know? But that was the whole idea. So students couldn't get in.
It was worth a try though... "Sherbet Lemon?" Harry asked hesitantly. The gargoyle grudgingly stepped aside and let Harry pass.
Harry knocked on the door and was surprised to hear who he thought was Dumbledore reply in his bold yet caring voice, "Enter".
Harry opened the door, only to be greeted by a smiling Albus Dumbledore. Harry, however, didn't return the favour. Now, he was just mad. How could he smile when Harry had no recollection of the biggest event in his life?
"Can I ask you a question?" Harry asked. He had to know!
"You didn't give me much choice did you? Yes, you may." Dumbledore gave Harry a caring smile.
Dumbledore had really chosen the worst moment to be funny but Harry pushed on regardless. "Why can't I remember anything?"
Dumbledore looked into Harry's eyes and saw how fiercely they burned. Just like his mother's. He would have to tell him, although he knew it would turn out all wrong.
"Harry. You can't remember, because I made you forget" Sighed Dumbledore. He knew it sounded mean, but he had done it for Harry's own good.
"What do you mean, 'you made me forget?'" growled Harry.
"I mean, I cast a spell on you, so you would have no recollection of the events of last week." sighed Dumbledore.
"How dare you! You have no right! My memories are my possessions and nobody has the right to take them!" Harry could have said a lot more, but the old man silenced him.
"Harry! Calm down. I plan on restoring your memories in full, when you are well enough to handle them. You wouldn't have been able to cope, let alone recover, with the memories you had. I have absolutely no wish to take them away permanently."
Harry was still seething but he had one last question before he would even budge.
"Enlighten me, what do my memories hold that could possibly prevent me from recovering? Apart from meeting my parents, which, by the way, is a memory that I would like to have back in the near future." Harry had broken his promise to Neville, but he needed to know.
Dumbledore knew this would be hard for Harry to hear, but it was better coming from him than hearing it as a piece of gossip.
"Harry" Dumbledore sighed. He should get it over with. But it was so hard to say. It was also hard to believe as well. "Harry" Dumbledore repeated his name. "I really should be the one to tell you this. Mr. Weasley was killed."
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Yes... I know (* hangs head in shame *) you will find out next chapter what happens to Ron! I made this one short so you wouldn't have as long to go! Lol!
Mr. Blue Button has made 8 friends. He's trying to make 8 more. Will you help Mr. Blue Button?