A/N: Sorry it took so long guys! I'm setting a goal to try and post a chapter a day, but it didn't happen last night (Friday night) because I had to work and my parents were leaving for out of town so my mom wanted me to help her clean the house (I don't understand why, but whatever) and I was for some odd reason, exhausted. And today I had to work this afternoon, and when I came home almost instantaneously one of my friends came by and hung out. She just left 10 minutes ago and put a crank in my plan to get chaps 4-8 up tonight. But anywho, Thanks to all who reviewed and answering your questions, or commenting on your response:

Stellablu: No, Harry does not have a sibling as of yet, but I am thinking about not adding it as I've already written to the 9th chapter and it seems to be flowing well without it.

Ghostly Green: Thank you for checking this out. I'll work more on my descriptiveness. (I was trying so hard that night to get another chapter posted that I just ran it through MS Word's spell check and called it a night. I usually proof read and add things and take out stuff, re-word, ECT.) If it's looking like I might need more help, I'll contact you on beta reading. Thank you for your criticism.

Scarhead: lol, no Sirius did not go to Azkaban. I thought I put that in the first authors note in the beginning, but I must have forgotten. I'll get into more detail about the sims. And diffs. Later on. You'll learn more about Harry in this chapter: D

Silvertears: Glad to know I succeeded well in the emotion. I found Hermione surprisingly easy to write, while this chapter I had a hard time on.

Anvia: You will find out what happens to Harry shortly. I refuse to tell anyone. evil laugh (as I stated before, I am in the middle of writing chapter nine…so I have a good idea where this is all going: D)

Schnabeldame: as I said above to stella, I don't think I'll do the sibling thing for now. Who knows, maybe I'll add a twist later if I feel it necessary gasps

And now enough with my rambling and onto what you all are here for….

Chapter 4: So, What Ever Happened To Harry?

The first thing he felt was the pain. He felt it as soon as he was conscious enough to feel it and even then, he was subconsciously aware of it. He felt as if his head had been put into a blender and then reattached to his body.

He groaned. His body was sore, and it hurt more to move. It even hurt to think. There was a pulsating pain behind his eyes, almost as if it were the drum set to a rock bands drummer.

What happened? He wondered. The last thing he remembered was falling. Actually, that was the only thing he remembered. That and brown, bushy hair.

He worked through the pain to open his eyes. The lights caused even more pain and he had to quickly close his eyes again. He groaned as he squeezed them tightly closed.

What happened to me? He wondered. He tried to search his mind for something to tell him what happened. He panicked when he found there was nothing there. No memories, no name, nothing. Just a remembrance of falling and the bushy hair.

He tried to open his eyes again and looked around. He was in a dimly lit room and pondered why the dim lights hurt his eyes so much at first. He glanced around, noticing the walls were made out of a dark gray stone, almost like one would see in a castle. How he knew this, he did not know. He shivered, and that brought his attention to the coolness of the room. There were no windows, no doors. Just a plain rectangular room with stone walls and a boy, with no memory lying in the center, looking confused.

He slowly sat up, suppressing the groans of pain and working past his muscles protests of movement. There were no cuts, just all soreness. He tried to remember again, where he was, who he was, and why he was here, wherever here was, and what the falling and hair meant.

A stone wall slid open with a slight bang that echoed throughout the empty room. There was a tall man standing there in black robes with a cloak-like hood over his head, shadowing his face from view. All he could see what from his upper lip down. The man made the boy uneasy. Almost like his instincts were telling him something he could not figure out.

"The Dark Lord wants you."

"The Dark Lord?" He asked, puzzled.

"Come." The man said, and the boy looked at him, hesitantly. The man reached out and grabbed him roughly by the arm and pulled the boy out of the room.

Once they got down the hall a little, the man released the boy. The boy reached over to his arm, and winced as he rubbed the place the man grabbed him at. He wondered if he would get a bruise.

As they walked, he studied the walls and the doors. The walls were made of the same stone with torches suspended in mid air. As if they stayed in place by magic and nothing else. Every once-in-awhile, there would be a stone door that would slid open, as he his had done.

Some of the men in the halls gave him glares and looked as if they wanted to rip him to shreds. It made his body alert, and he found himself constantly looking around to watch for any sign of a threat.

After what seemed like forever, the man stopped and opened a door. Above the archway was elaborate designs cut into the stone. The boy wondered for a moment if they meant something to whoever was behind the door.

The man shoved the boy into the room, and left him there. The boy stood in the doorway, scanning the faces of the men who sat in chairs around him. They all looked up at him and stopped what they were doing. He saw some had looks of awe, others of hatred. One or two had looks of indifference. He wondered what he had ever done to receive the looks he was receiving and cursed himself for forgetting everything.

One of the men, one with blonde hair that was definitely not a natural color. It was almost what one would call, platinum blonde, or bleach blonde. He had an air of arrogance. Almost as if everyone else was below him and he looked at everyone down his nose.

"Why, if it isn't the"

"Who are you?" The boy asked.

"Excuse me?" The blonde man asked.

"I'm sorry, but…I…do I know you?" He asked, hesitantly.

The blonde man looked at him strangely and smiled, what the boy thought of as thoughtful and sly all at the same time.

"Why yes, why do you ask?" The blonde man asked. The boy got the impression he already knew, but answered the question anyway.

"I can't remember." He said, simply.

"Can't remember me?" The blonde man asked.

"No, well, Yes. But not just you, me, everything."

The blonde man's grin got wider. The boy wondered if it was going to take over his whole face.

"Well, I am Luscious Malfoy." The blonde man said, with false politeness.

"Hi, I'm sorry I can't tell you who I am." The boy said and the man he now knew as Lucious Malfoy laughed.

"What is going on here?" Another man said, his tone authorative.

"Ah, My Lord, it seems the boy can not remember anything."

The man who spoke before looked at the boy and back at Malfoy. He looked thoughtful and let out a small chuckle. He then leaned in close to Malfoy and whispered something to Luscious the boy could not hear.

"Harry"
"Is that my name?" They boy asked. And the man smiled. He was also wearing dark robes and a similar hood to the man who had brought him here.

"Yes, your name is Harry."

"And you are…"

"I am your mentor." The man said, and Harry frowned.

"Can you tell me…what happened to me?" Harry asked, trying to catch a glimpse of the mans face but was not succeeding.

"It was a terrible accident. Come with me, and I will tell you everything." The man said, and Harry thought he sensed the man's tone of sincerity seemed…forced. As if he was trying hard to be nice.

Harry looked at the men and noticed a strange look on their faced. Almost as if they had just…accomplished some great feat.

I don't like this. He thought to himself, uncertainly. A voice deep down in his mind answered back what choice do you have?