Chapter Fourteen:
It took several minutes to coax the shaken teen. After it had been done he looked around
in confusion.
"I...er...what?"
"It's ok now. Everything is going to be ok." Remus reassured him.
"Do you know who we are, Harry?" Dumbledore spoke.
Harry shook his head, "But apparently my name is Harry."
"Yes, that is correct. You've suffered a great blow to your memory, but I find no reason
to believe that with time it cannot be returned to its original state," Dumbledore said.
"Oh, right! You're that kid that told me I fell down the stairs. Uh...uh..." Harry said to
Ian.
"Ian."
Harry's eyes lit up, "Right, Ian. Now, you two I don't know."
"Harry, you have not fallen down the stairs. You-" Dumbledore tried to find the right
words but failed. "You're a wizard, and you obliviated yourself. That means you cast a memory
charm against yourself."
"Right. A wizard? Ha, cool. So I'm magical now, am I?" He began to laugh.
"They're not joking, Harry."
"Right." He laughed some more.
"Show him something, Remus."
Remus cast Wingardium Leviosa on a stack of magazines on the coffee table. Harry's
laughter died down. He stared at Remus with fear. His gaze shifted to Dumbledore, who rose his
eyebrows as if to say "See?". Harry attempted to bolt from the couch but ended up in a tangled
heap of blankets and pillows on the floor. Remus kneeled down to help the boy up and Harry screamed like bloody hell.
* * * * * * * * * *
It had taken a while to calm Harry down. When they had convinced him that they were
telling the truth, and that he had nothing to fear he became silent. After many questions and quite
a bit of yelling they convinced him to come back to Grimmauld Place.
"Really? You will?!" Remus looked happier than he had all summer.
"Yea, but only because I don't give a shit about what happens to me. I don't have a past."
"Harry, trust me, you do have a past. Quite a bit of a future too."
"By the sound of it I don't think I want to remember it.
* * * * * * * * *
The idea of Floo Travel was absolutely terrifying to the boy. He reminded himself that he
had already promised the three other men that he would go to where they wanted to take him.
After all, he did not care what happened to him.
The three wizards and Ian arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place shortly after. Seconds after
arriving, a distraught Mrs. Weasley, excited (and furious) Ron, Ginny, and Hermione cluttered
around Harry. They were all taken immediately aback at his appearance. Dumbledore's glare got
his message across to Mrs. Weasley and she quickly ushered the children into the kitchen.
A tired looking Remus escorted Harry to his room, while Dumbledore took Ian into the
kitchen to give the Weasleys and Miss Granger an explanation.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Here's where you sleep."
"Why are there two beds?"
"You best friend Ron is your room mate."
"Oh..."
"We can give him another place to sleep for now. Just until you get settled in."
"Right. You got a cigarette?"
"What? Oh, those filthy muggle things?"
"The muggle....what?"
"You know, the Harry I knew never smoked. He didn't dress like that either."
"Well, the Harry you knew isn't here right now, is he?" the boy retorted.
Remus held back his tears and walked out of the room where a disgruntled stranger sat
with a growing craving for nicotine.
* * * * * * * * * *
Remus arrived to the kitchen to find three witches reduced to tears, two young men
cursing at each other, and in the middle of it all, an ancient, worn-out wizard staring into space.
Dumbledore made no effort to stop all the commotion around him. Remus, on the other hand,
could not bear to see anyone else destroyed by these circumstances.
"Stop it. Please, just stop," He whispered softly.
No one had even realized he entered the room.
"I think I'm going to be sick." Hermione said, and indeed her skin was taking on a green
appearance.
"Oh, Mum please say it's a nightmare!" Ginny buried herself into Mrs. Weasley, who had
silent tears running down her face.
"Stop it," Remus said in a normal volume. "Please, stop."
No one heard him.
"STOP IT!"
All noise and movement halted apart from a stifling sob from Ginny.
"This yelling isn't going to help Harry in the least."
Ian let Ron out of a headlock and apologized. Ron held out his hand and Ian shook it.
"Thank you, Remus," Dumbledore said.
It took several minutes to coax the shaken teen. After it had been done he looked around
in confusion.
"I...er...what?"
"It's ok now. Everything is going to be ok." Remus reassured him.
"Do you know who we are, Harry?" Dumbledore spoke.
Harry shook his head, "But apparently my name is Harry."
"Yes, that is correct. You've suffered a great blow to your memory, but I find no reason
to believe that with time it cannot be returned to its original state," Dumbledore said.
"Oh, right! You're that kid that told me I fell down the stairs. Uh...uh..." Harry said to
Ian.
"Ian."
Harry's eyes lit up, "Right, Ian. Now, you two I don't know."
"Harry, you have not fallen down the stairs. You-" Dumbledore tried to find the right
words but failed. "You're a wizard, and you obliviated yourself. That means you cast a memory
charm against yourself."
"Right. A wizard? Ha, cool. So I'm magical now, am I?" He began to laugh.
"They're not joking, Harry."
"Right." He laughed some more.
"Show him something, Remus."
Remus cast Wingardium Leviosa on a stack of magazines on the coffee table. Harry's
laughter died down. He stared at Remus with fear. His gaze shifted to Dumbledore, who rose his
eyebrows as if to say "See?". Harry attempted to bolt from the couch but ended up in a tangled
heap of blankets and pillows on the floor. Remus kneeled down to help the boy up and Harry screamed like bloody hell.
* * * * * * * * * *
It had taken a while to calm Harry down. When they had convinced him that they were
telling the truth, and that he had nothing to fear he became silent. After many questions and quite
a bit of yelling they convinced him to come back to Grimmauld Place.
"Really? You will?!" Remus looked happier than he had all summer.
"Yea, but only because I don't give a shit about what happens to me. I don't have a past."
"Harry, trust me, you do have a past. Quite a bit of a future too."
"By the sound of it I don't think I want to remember it.
* * * * * * * * *
The idea of Floo Travel was absolutely terrifying to the boy. He reminded himself that he
had already promised the three other men that he would go to where they wanted to take him.
After all, he did not care what happened to him.
The three wizards and Ian arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place shortly after. Seconds after
arriving, a distraught Mrs. Weasley, excited (and furious) Ron, Ginny, and Hermione cluttered
around Harry. They were all taken immediately aback at his appearance. Dumbledore's glare got
his message across to Mrs. Weasley and she quickly ushered the children into the kitchen.
A tired looking Remus escorted Harry to his room, while Dumbledore took Ian into the
kitchen to give the Weasleys and Miss Granger an explanation.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Here's where you sleep."
"Why are there two beds?"
"You best friend Ron is your room mate."
"Oh..."
"We can give him another place to sleep for now. Just until you get settled in."
"Right. You got a cigarette?"
"What? Oh, those filthy muggle things?"
"The muggle....what?"
"You know, the Harry I knew never smoked. He didn't dress like that either."
"Well, the Harry you knew isn't here right now, is he?" the boy retorted.
Remus held back his tears and walked out of the room where a disgruntled stranger sat
with a growing craving for nicotine.
* * * * * * * * * *
Remus arrived to the kitchen to find three witches reduced to tears, two young men
cursing at each other, and in the middle of it all, an ancient, worn-out wizard staring into space.
Dumbledore made no effort to stop all the commotion around him. Remus, on the other hand,
could not bear to see anyone else destroyed by these circumstances.
"Stop it. Please, just stop," He whispered softly.
No one had even realized he entered the room.
"I think I'm going to be sick." Hermione said, and indeed her skin was taking on a green
appearance.
"Oh, Mum please say it's a nightmare!" Ginny buried herself into Mrs. Weasley, who had
silent tears running down her face.
"Stop it," Remus said in a normal volume. "Please, stop."
No one heard him.
"STOP IT!"
All noise and movement halted apart from a stifling sob from Ginny.
"This yelling isn't going to help Harry in the least."
Ian let Ron out of a headlock and apologized. Ron held out his hand and Ian shook it.
"Thank you, Remus," Dumbledore said.