Chap 2:Harry James Wise

"Wake up Harry! Wake up! What is it with that boy?"

As a raven haired boy with a pair of round spectacles yawned back to consciousness, he saw an exasperated looking girl with bushy brown hair. She looked vaguely familiar but he could not remember anything.

"Harry, look at the time, it's already ten! Your father will be livid, your training is still awaiting you and the times are dark!"

He was named Harry and he has a father who is training him for something dangerous - that was what he had learned. The other thing was that his father is very serious when it comes to his training.

However the bushy haired girl was wrong – when he woke up to investigate the matter, he found a man crying at the foot of the stairs.

"Why is your father crying?"

"Don't you know?"

"I've only moved here since this morning and I'm supposed to know everything"

"Well Hermione, you are supposed to know all!" Harry did not know how but he had managed to speak out that girl's name and he had the feeling that the girl was very intelligent.

Unknown to Harry though, the bushy haired girl seemed quite shocked behind him but she quickly regained her composure and remained quiet.

"You are Hermione aren't you?"

The girl took and indignant look and retorted, "Who else do you think I am? – that complete cow of a pureblood Ginny Weasley."

Something was wrong and Harry sensed it the moment the word pureblood was spoken. What was meant by pureblood he did not know but something definitely off beam was taking place.

He left his thoughts aside and decided that it was time to take a closer look at his father. He went down the stairs and tapped the man on the shoulder. The man turned around but there was something strong in this man – he had immediately stopped sobbing and as he turned to face Harry, not a single tear was left; only the paths of numerous teardrops on the wrinkled face on the wizard remained. Wizard – where did that come from? Harry was feeling more and more confused with his situation.

"Harry James Wise, that's definitely not a time to get up! How can you ever dream of defeating Voldemort if you continue like this?"

Harry James Wise that was his full name and his father was weeping because he had missed his training. He felt it quite hilarious at first and then he remembered that he had to defeat someone – Voldemort. Whoever this was, it had to be someone powerful – maybe the national boxing champion. A smile was forming on Harry's face; he felt that he could defeat any boxing champion in a swirl of his wand. Wand – what the heck? He must be turning insane.

"How can you manage to smile after witnessing the murder of your mother by Voldemort's Deatheaters? Maybe you are wondering that you, lone wizard can take revenge in an equally sadistic manner?"

His mother was killed and he was smiling, how come he could not remember a single thing. He felt anger towards Voldemort and his followers – the so called Deatheaters but there was not that mourning feeling that one was supposed to have after the death of a mother. His father said that he was a wizard; maybe he had misheard. He was feeling as if he was Lockhart. Wait! Who is Lockhart?

"Harry, look at me boy! Why are you behaving so strangely?" his father was looking at his inquisitively with his eyes piercing into his own. Suddenly flashes of memories passed into his mind like a film trailer.

He was reading a paper – 'Dumbledore suspected to have aided Voldemort to resurgence from his spirit form; Harry doing great progress: managed to levitate me wandlessly.' Then his father came and snatched the paper from his hands. "Stop spying on my reports!"…He was in a large hall, his father was still here, and they both had sticks in their hands – their wands. They sent light bolts from the tip of their wands – curses…

Then all became normal. His father looked surprised.

"When did you learn Occlumency? You have managed to train yourself alone?" A gleam of pride was dancing in the twinkling eyes of his father.

"What is Occlumency?" this question hit the other two like cold water.

"Harry, do you remember that you are supposed to be reading your books?" Hermione looked at him with a mixture of exasperation and awe.

"Harry, do you mean that you have been able to stop my legitemency without reading anything about Occlumency?" his father asked him and he understood that he had done something out of ordinary.

"Umm…Umm…Err…I don't have a grip on what's going on here since this morning and as much as I want to tell you that I have been able to stop the legiti-thing, I would be lying to you."

"Harry, what are you talking about?" his father seemed to have forgotten all his mourning for his wife and now had a face contorted at the same time with anger and concern; "if this is another joke of yours, it's not funny at all."

Suddenly Hermione looked at him with a face which seemed dawned in comprehension. "Harry, show me your wand?"

"My wand?"

"The stick that you usually keep in your back pocket"

Harry reached out and took out his wand and handed it to Hermione.

"Priori Incantatum" she muttered pointing her own wand towards Harry's

A blue light bolt flew out of the latter's wand. Harry did not seem surprised at all. And some kind of understanding was reached as though telepathically between Hermione and his father.

"An Obliviatus Curse!" said Hermione.

"Definitely, that's why I could only have so little memories from Harry's mind during my legitemency session. We will have to start back from the beginning again. That Mad Eye Moody has his point when he tells how many buttocks have been lost."

"But how is it possible that Harry managed to curse himself while he was sleeping," Hermione forehead contracted showing the many wrinkles of wisdom that she managed to make when she concentrated so much.

"I have a shrewd idea about that. I am thinking about Lockhart but he was dreaming about Lockhart."

Hermione wore an 'it-was-so-obvious' look. However the subject of all these conversations, Harry, did not understand one word of what they were saying.

"Harry, you have just had amnesia. Do you know what amnesia is?"

"Yes, it is a loss of memory"

"He seems to remember many things but not that he is a wizard," Hermione concluded. "Great!"

Harry found that there was not only sarcasm in her tone when she said 'Great!' but there was also a tinge of satisfaction. He discarded his thoughts and turned his attention towards his father who now seemed quite worried.

"Time is limited. We will have to go into an accelerated period of training. The new timetable will be posted this afternoon."

"Harry, we will have to go through a revision period with briefings of the important parts of your life. You do not seem to have any other trauma apart from this loss of memory. From now, do not put your wand in your back pocket again! We will be loosing precious time from our training." His father spoke with such rigidity that he felt it weird that some moments before, the latter was mourning over his late wife. His father was being so Snapely. Snapely, where did that come from? Maybe he is remembering things from his life before that amnesia.

"Harry, Harry! What are you thinking about? Come, I will show you some of my souvenirs of you and your life."

His father had jet black hair, green eyes, and a rather poorly shaven face. Patches of beard was showing up here and there on his cheeks like dry grass in a savannah. He was quite tall and seemed well built. Hermione was paradoxically the one he remembered instead of his father or someone of his family, his late mother or siblings. Maybe they were very closely related; maybe she was his girlfriend and after all he found her quite attractive the moment he saw her. He can wait. If he was her boyfriend, it will eventually come out.

"Harry, come out of your trance! We have some job awaiting us here." His father was looking at him with some concern. "Are you sure you are alright?"

Hermione was not around. Harry looked up to his father and he shook his head in sign that he was fine but the question was still gnawing the back of his mind.

"Umm…Father, is Hermione my girlfriend?" he finally asked. His father was taken aback. At first he frowned, then a smile formed on his face and finally he came back to his rigid state.

"Err…Well, you never tell me anything about your little things so I can't affirm that you two are involved romantically."

"Let's come back to more important things; it seems as though you would be able to take a look at my reports after all. I am going to hand you some of them so that you can have a general idea of what has gone on and what is going on in this world. Now, don't start daydreaming again and I don't think that you and Hermione are together after all. You both have too much to deal with."

"Who tells you that? I maybe would be busy but Hermione will surely find this training quite leisurely and time always runs after her not the reverse!"

His father was looking at his with a look of amazement and fear.

"Well Harry, it seems that you are recovering quickly. A little to quick for my welfare." He raised his wand and pointed it to Harry and at that moment, Harry got a feeling of 'this-has-already-happened' and all his memory came back to him at that instant. However, something was not alright; what was Hermione doing here. This man is the 90 over 100 after Dumbledore but Hermione, his best friend. Hate of purebloods, he knew that Hermione hated Malfoy for him calling her 'mudblood' but why should she hate Ginny.

"This time the curse is going to be a little bit overdosed because your powers can kick into action real fast." Harry knew that he was going to be hit by an Obliviatus curse and this time it was going to be a quite higher dose"

"Wait, what were those thoughts that popped into my mind when you did legitemency on me? And are you related to Hermione? Why does she hate purebloods so much?"

"Good questions! What I did was not legitemency but aliamency which works much like the dream of Voldemort torturing Sirius Black in the Department of Mysteries. And for Hermione, have you ever heard of polyjuice potion? Yes, I suppose. And, the hair dresser at the beauty parlour, have you come across these. If yes, you can understand how it works, don't you?"

"Now, you will have to forget everything."

It is just like the Imperius; Resist it with all your might! Think about something very hard. Think, find something, something that will spare you the pain of another memory loss.

The curse was said, the blue haze of light was speeding towards him. The brilliance was incredible, almost a dozen times brighter than that from Lockhart's curse. How was he going to get out of this without turning mad? His courage was faltering. Change to plan B. What was plan B already? Think about something that will spare you of another memory loss after this one. That's not plan A by any chance? Just stick to the plan!
'Something that will spare you of another curse after this one'…Well…Think hard, how hard? Diamond hard…About what? Prepare yourself so that the first thing you remember after this curse is that you have to act, act like a completely ignorant Harry… Continue to act and learn… Investigate, find, this man is going to help you kill Voldie after all… But do not let them investigate you.

All this thinking happened in a small fraction of a second after the curse threw Harry into the opposite wall of the hall.

Some days later

A raven haired boy woke up, he was in a bed and his limbs were plastered and he had a horrible headache which would have made most normal human beings incapable of just waking up. However, for one of the most powerful wizard on Earth, this could be made livable with the help of some stinking potions.

"Harry, you are already up!" the healer told us that you required rest and even your father has paused with his rambling about your lack of interest in training against Voldemort and Dumbledore"

"Who are you?" the boy asked the bushy haired girl with brown hair.

"Harry, you won't ever change. Even after such a big accident you are still trying yourself to jokes. What are you playing now? The amnesiac," the girl seemed to have a mixture of expressions of relief, annoyance and concern on her face but the boy saw something else behind this relief – satisfaction.

"Who are you?" he repeated.

"Hermione Granger and Loyal Servitor to the SPEW and more even so to the "doolberup sidedown" society. And you must be Harry James Wise, I presume," she replied him as though she was playing a game.

At least he now knew his name, Harry James Wise even though he did not understand a word about the spew and gloobrup thing that Hermione who seemed to know him quite well, talked about.

They continued like this with the game and soon Harry who was really amnesiac was learning many things about his life which has surely not been a very uneventful one.

The two persons that Hermione mentioned were entirely news to him. Why did he have to train against them? Were they martial arts or boxing opponents? This felt strange it was as if he had already asked himself these questions somewhere in the past. He had had an accident and was now amnesiac. Must he tell the persons around him about that or act as normal and try to adapt? Adaptation to new environment is surely something very difficult but he did not want t be treated as a child anymore. Where did that come from? Who treated him as a child? Whatever! He wanted to act. He was going to concentrate and assimilate. Yes, that's what he had to do.

He looked at the girl besides him. She had a vaguely familiar face but something felt as if not in place. She surely sounded intelligent by the way she acted and talked. She had to be of nearly the same age as him and maybe she was a school mate. Maybe she is egging him to train to defeat the champions of other schools. It must be some kind of interschool competition.

As he broke out of his thoughts, a man, in his forties, walked into the room and motioned for 'the girl' to leave. Harry still had the impression that Hermione was 'the girl' to him and not Hermione, someone he could not trust completely. Why was he so wary? Did something very bad traumatize him and messed up with his neurones? He was becoming paranoiac. He would not be able to adapt fast enough. He will have to admit that he has lost his memory. He will have to act as if he did not know anything and hide any other thing that comes into his mind. What was that?

The man, Harry knew, had to be 'his father'. As the latter approached him, a wave seemed to wash through Harry. It felt as if 'his father' had some sort of bubble around him which moved with him as he progressed. It was as if an aura of power surrounded the man. The latter looked into his eyes and his pupil dilated and the dark circle now covered his whole iris and now his eyes seemed to be only a black circle over the white bloodshot tissue that surrounded it. Yet, it did not stop there, the dark disk continued to grow and at the end it engulfed the entire eyes which now looked completely black. The skin surrounding his eyes developed little red cracks like rivulets of blood just under a thin membrane. These cracks glowed white and then collapsed back to a meshwork of dark lines and curves on the region of his face surrounding the eyes. It was as if his face was a photograph of a giant thunderstorm with lightning but the photo was still a negative. The lightning streaks were the dark rivulets and the dark sky was his pale white face. Harry was freaked out beyond anything that he had ever seen. It was not as if he had seen much since he remembered only visions from this morning.

What he had just seen, from the dilation of the pupil to the spreading of the rivulets over the man's face, was just not logical. Maybe it was some kind of illness but why did it glow. Never ever he would have believed that such illness existed.

"What you have just witnessed, Harry, is what a wizard can do. The wizarding folk have the power that ordinary people would not even dare imagine. What I have just done, is called a mental scan. While you were cowardly crumpled in this corner staring into many eyes, I have scanned you and what I have found out is that we have a major setback in the plan – the fact that you are amnesiac. I will have to explain you some rudiments of our time before we go any further," the man spoke in a calm yet grave voice. Wizarding folk, what was going on? That was too weird.

"Harry, you seem to behave as a muggle. These are non-magic people. They must however, be considered as our equals. Everybody must be equal, what do you say?" Harry nodded – the last sentence seemed pretty good. His father was someone who fought for an equalitarian society and this means that he was someone good.

"But, there are people that are against this. Wizards – pureblooded wizards – those who think that they are almighty and superior to muggles and witches and wizards born from muggles and their children. They have a great disdain for us, halfbloods, muggleborns and muggles. Two of them are actually running terrorist activities against us. These are Dumbledore and Voldemort. They may seem completely different to the people but I know better. Nearly seventeen years ago, a seer prophesized that you will have to defeat Voldemort or be killed by him and no one but you can kill him. This was done in the presence of three wizards of which, two were there illicitly. These were me and a spy of Voldemort. The third was Dumbledore. The spy was detected and thrown out but I succeeded in escaping the vigilance of Dumbledore." His father paused and contemplated the eyes of Harry, his eyes still black. This somehow helped Harry to visualize what his father was conveying to him

"Dumbledore used this information in his race to dethrone Voldemort. He did it for the glamour and to pass for a hero in the eyes of others. He managed to kidnap you and we had to do great research to retrace back to you. I knew that the spy had known nearly half of the prophecy and Voldemort would be on rampage to kill you. The prophecy could have applied to another one, a little pureblood but obviously, Voldemort would run after the halfblood. Dumbledore, that mind maniac, he planned not only to defeat Voldemort but also to kill two birds with one stone. He wanted to get me killed. He knew many things and his mind works like the darkest of all demons. Not even Voldemort who had power beyond imagination could hope to surpass Dumbledore. I, being one of the last light knights for muggleborns and halfbloods, was one of his primary targets.

We retraced you thinking that it was leaks from Dumbledore that was leading us but actually it was him that was handing us the clues and moving us towards a trap. We all thought that he would try to raise you and train you to kill Voldemort but we were wrong as we misunderstood part of the prophecy – 'and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal'. This was the magic in Dumbledore's cunning. He could predict things more shrewdly than any seer if he had the necessary information – the prophecy.

Your mother found you first and Voldemort was there as well, Dumbledore had guided him also. Your mother died to protect you and this caused some blood protection ward to kick into action. I was too late. Lily had died. Voldemort death curse was already speeding towards you and somehow the protection save you – the curse rebounded onto Voldemort leaving the scar on your forehead. Voldemort was reduced to spirit form and I took you and the body of your mother to the headquarters. Dumbledore's plan had worked but only to some extent – your mother died instead of me. This thwarted his plan as he could not get you back to train you for the final defeat of Voldemort because one day Voldemort was going to be reborn. And this day has come and gone. Dumbledore has become old and his wits are faltering and Voldemort, the most powerful Dark Wizard, I think for the last perhaps millenary has gained in wits. Only that, you are not equal to him in power but more powerful than him – a power the Dark Lord knows not.

Dumbledore has caused great damage, more than even Voldemort. At his zenith, Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald. He was admired in the entire wizarding world. Except that. he did not deserve to be admired. Dumbledore killed muggleborns. It was some kind of fun for him. My father, a decent halfblood, found all his misgivings and my father was enraged. He raised his own army of protectors and led them against Dumbledore's. My father was Grindelwald. He died at the hands of Dumbledore and that beast put all the charges of muggleborn murder on my father.

Dumbledore killed the one army that was going to protect the world against Voldemort one day. But, hope remains in you. You may have wondered why you are amnesiac, but there is a simple answer to that. Voldemort tried to kill you and knocked you hard in the head with one of his supercharged curses. You were luckily rescued by Kingsley Shacklebot. That man is one of our spies in Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix.

There is something that we must take heed – Dumbledore is more evil than Voldemort but he is not at least cruel. You can visualize what I am telling you – Voldemort is only after two things – killing of muggleborns and muggles and power but Dumbledore is also after the halfbloods. However, he is not cruel when he kills, it is rapid and nearly painless whereas Voldemort tortures and after making his victims insane, he decides not to kill them and this is worse than death.

We must make these two pay for all the bad they have done. Now your concern will be mainly Voldemort, stronger and wittier than ever before, he now even surpasses Dumbledore in general terms. But, you have the power and you must believe in you. Your mother and I have fought against Voldemort three times and I am still here even with only a fraction of your power. You are going to train and luckily you will be able to recall everything soon enough for this world to be rid of Voldemort. None the less, Dumbledore will search for another Dark Lord like he did with Tom Riddle fifty years ago and transform him into Voldemort. We will have to destroy Dumbledore also.

His apprentice to Dark Arts is someone going to the school where Dumbledore is headmaster, Hogwarts. I have all the reasons in the world to think that this person is the heir of one of the Hogwarts founders. And I don't think that it would be Slytherin. He is the ancestor of Voldemort. I think that it is going to be a Ravenclaw, the house containing the most brilliant students. Dumbledore is well versed in also all arts and surely in that of research in genealogy stuff.

You have had enough of information to be able to come back to our training. Has Hermione told you enough about us and you? Your name? Our doolberup sidedown society?" his father's eyes had returned to normal and Harry had only now noticed this as he was only concentrating on the black centre of the eyeball and not looking anywhere else.

Harry had assimilated everything that was said and even though he did not know Voldemort or Dumbledore, he had had enough of the misdeeds and nodded firmly.

"Are you answering my questions or egging me to go forward into the training to defeat these evil men once and for all?" his father chuckled.

"I have had enough of this. I understand that witches and wizards exist and that I am some sort of messiah for part of them called halfbloods and muggleborns and my goal is to defeat Voldemort and if possible Dumbledore. I also understand that I am potentially one of the most powerful wizards alive but that I have forgotten all my training. So what are you waiting for?" Harry was in fury. Why he? Why so much evilness and blood racism.