Chapter Eleven:
"Harry, no way!"
"I'll curse you into oblivion. I have the power to do that you know."
"Are you drunk?"
Harry narrowed his eyes at Ian. Shockingly, he was sober.
"Right. Well, can this wait? I mean, you could think it through just in case you-"
"Now."
"Now?" Harry, I really think you should put it off for a day or two. You know, you don't
want to-"
Harry pointed his wand at Ian. His hand was shaking.
"D-don't make m-me do it, Ian. Would h-hate to, ya know?"
*Shit* Ian thought.
"Fine, Harry. I'll help you."
"Ok, good." Harry calmed down a bit, but he was still shaking. "Now, it's supposed to
last for about three weeks. If anything should go wrong and it doesn't wear off by the time I have
to go back to Hogwarts, notify Dumbledore using Hedwig. Got it?"
"Yea, got it. How much will you remember anyway?"
"Absolutely nothing. Which is why I'd like you to come up with some good story to tell
me why I'm here."
"What?"
Harry sighed, "You can't tell me I'm Harry Potter. You can't mention my past. You can't
tell me about magic. You have to make up some bullshit that's believable. Now, you got it?"
Ian nodded.
"Ok, I'm going to get knocked out for a minute or two after I do the spell. Just leave me
be unless I don't wake up for a few hours. Then you get Dumbledore. While I'm unconscious I
want you to take my wand and put it away wherever you hide the spell book. Understand?"
"Yes." Ian tried to make his voice sound normal but inside he was scared to death that
Harry would hurt himself.
"Ok. Here goes nothing." Harry shut his eyes tight and gripped his wand tightly. He began
to tremble uncontrollably again. "OBLIVIATE!"
* * * * * * * * * *
To Mr. Ian Penn,
I hope the way this letter arrives does not come as a complete shock to you. If it does I am afraid I've contacted the wrong person. My name is Albus Dumbledore and I am writing to ask you about a boy named Harry Potter. I believe you possibly know where he is. If so could you please send a reply with this owl as soon as possible. Again, if I have contact the wrong person I am terribly sorry.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore-
"Shit! I should've never let him do this. What have I gotten myself into now? They're
expected an answer now?" Ian looked at the small brown owl- Dumbledore's owl.
"Right. Um, I'll just find some pen and paper and- sorry to keep you waiting. Now, what
does Harry give Hedwig? Oh! Uh, here. Have some if you'd like." Ian found a box of owl treats
and took out a few to give to the owl. Archimedes looked at Ian thoughtfully and accepted the
treats.
Ian sighed, "Here goes nothing."
Dear Mr. Albus Dumbledore,
You do have the right person. And I do know where Harry is. He's been living with me since he ran away. I'm sorry I did not contact you sooner, but I had promised Harry I would keep his whereabouts a secret while he had time to grieve over the summer. I wish I could tell you that he is ok, but he isn't. You will find him to be somewhat of a different person when you next see him. I'm sorry and ashamed to say I have something to do with it. He isn't in any immediate danger, I can assure you. But just yesterday he threatened to curse me if I tried to stop him from performing a Temporary Obliviation Spell he found in the book you gave him. Any questions you may have I think we should discuss in the presence of each other. If you would be willing to meet me in Richmond Park at 6 am on Saturday please do so. I'll be there alone.
Signed,
Ian Penn
"I hope this sounds decent. Er, I've written my letter." Archimedes appeared at Ian's side.
Ian tide the letter to his leg and the owl flew away.
"I just hope this wizard doesn't blow me up into oblivion."
* * * * * * * * * *
He was in a strange place. On top of a tower of some sort. The tower of...castle? The boy
shook his head and sent his wild raven and green hair flying. He walked the perimeter of the
tower, pondering if he was awake or dreaming. How did he get here? Where was here? And who
was he??? He tried to recall his name, but a searing pain in his forehead halted all thoughts, and
instead sent him falling to the ground. The boy shut his eyes tightly, as if it would suppress the
pain. He whimpered and blindly crawled around the tower.
*Hopefully I'm just dreaming.*
* * * * * * * * * *
"Ugh...where?"
"H- er, you're awake?" Ian had almost used Harry's name.
"Yea, are you ok?"
"No, I feel awful. My head hurts. God!"
"Well, you did take a terrible fall down the stairs," Ian thought up a story quickly.
"I did?"
'"Yea, don't you remember?"
"No, I don't. Who are you? Wait- who the hell am I!?"
"Man, you're worse off than I thought. Why don't you just sleep on the couch and I'll tell
you everything when you're feeling better." Ian helped Harry over to the brown couch he had
slept on the first night he arrived at Ian's.
"Right." Harry held his forehead and grimaced.
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A/N: Hmmm, a bit more action in this one I suppose.
"Harry, no way!"
"I'll curse you into oblivion. I have the power to do that you know."
"Are you drunk?"
Harry narrowed his eyes at Ian. Shockingly, he was sober.
"Right. Well, can this wait? I mean, you could think it through just in case you-"
"Now."
"Now?" Harry, I really think you should put it off for a day or two. You know, you don't
want to-"
Harry pointed his wand at Ian. His hand was shaking.
"D-don't make m-me do it, Ian. Would h-hate to, ya know?"
*Shit* Ian thought.
"Fine, Harry. I'll help you."
"Ok, good." Harry calmed down a bit, but he was still shaking. "Now, it's supposed to
last for about three weeks. If anything should go wrong and it doesn't wear off by the time I have
to go back to Hogwarts, notify Dumbledore using Hedwig. Got it?"
"Yea, got it. How much will you remember anyway?"
"Absolutely nothing. Which is why I'd like you to come up with some good story to tell
me why I'm here."
"What?"
Harry sighed, "You can't tell me I'm Harry Potter. You can't mention my past. You can't
tell me about magic. You have to make up some bullshit that's believable. Now, you got it?"
Ian nodded.
"Ok, I'm going to get knocked out for a minute or two after I do the spell. Just leave me
be unless I don't wake up for a few hours. Then you get Dumbledore. While I'm unconscious I
want you to take my wand and put it away wherever you hide the spell book. Understand?"
"Yes." Ian tried to make his voice sound normal but inside he was scared to death that
Harry would hurt himself.
"Ok. Here goes nothing." Harry shut his eyes tight and gripped his wand tightly. He began
to tremble uncontrollably again. "OBLIVIATE!"
* * * * * * * * * *
To Mr. Ian Penn,
I hope the way this letter arrives does not come as a complete shock to you. If it does I am afraid I've contacted the wrong person. My name is Albus Dumbledore and I am writing to ask you about a boy named Harry Potter. I believe you possibly know where he is. If so could you please send a reply with this owl as soon as possible. Again, if I have contact the wrong person I am terribly sorry.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore-
"Shit! I should've never let him do this. What have I gotten myself into now? They're
expected an answer now?" Ian looked at the small brown owl- Dumbledore's owl.
"Right. Um, I'll just find some pen and paper and- sorry to keep you waiting. Now, what
does Harry give Hedwig? Oh! Uh, here. Have some if you'd like." Ian found a box of owl treats
and took out a few to give to the owl. Archimedes looked at Ian thoughtfully and accepted the
treats.
Ian sighed, "Here goes nothing."
Dear Mr. Albus Dumbledore,
You do have the right person. And I do know where Harry is. He's been living with me since he ran away. I'm sorry I did not contact you sooner, but I had promised Harry I would keep his whereabouts a secret while he had time to grieve over the summer. I wish I could tell you that he is ok, but he isn't. You will find him to be somewhat of a different person when you next see him. I'm sorry and ashamed to say I have something to do with it. He isn't in any immediate danger, I can assure you. But just yesterday he threatened to curse me if I tried to stop him from performing a Temporary Obliviation Spell he found in the book you gave him. Any questions you may have I think we should discuss in the presence of each other. If you would be willing to meet me in Richmond Park at 6 am on Saturday please do so. I'll be there alone.
Signed,
Ian Penn
"I hope this sounds decent. Er, I've written my letter." Archimedes appeared at Ian's side.
Ian tide the letter to his leg and the owl flew away.
"I just hope this wizard doesn't blow me up into oblivion."
* * * * * * * * * *
He was in a strange place. On top of a tower of some sort. The tower of...castle? The boy
shook his head and sent his wild raven and green hair flying. He walked the perimeter of the
tower, pondering if he was awake or dreaming. How did he get here? Where was here? And who
was he??? He tried to recall his name, but a searing pain in his forehead halted all thoughts, and
instead sent him falling to the ground. The boy shut his eyes tightly, as if it would suppress the
pain. He whimpered and blindly crawled around the tower.
*Hopefully I'm just dreaming.*
* * * * * * * * * *
"Ugh...where?"
"H- er, you're awake?" Ian had almost used Harry's name.
"Yea, are you ok?"
"No, I feel awful. My head hurts. God!"
"Well, you did take a terrible fall down the stairs," Ian thought up a story quickly.
"I did?"
'"Yea, don't you remember?"
"No, I don't. Who are you? Wait- who the hell am I!?"
"Man, you're worse off than I thought. Why don't you just sleep on the couch and I'll tell
you everything when you're feeling better." Ian helped Harry over to the brown couch he had
slept on the first night he arrived at Ian's.
"Right." Harry held his forehead and grimaced.
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A/N: Hmmm, a bit more action in this one I suppose.