A/N: All I hafta say now is thanks to those who reviewed. I hope to get this typed up before I go see The Grudge. Have a Happy Halloween!
Scarhead101: Thanks for the correction. I didn't think that was the correct spelling, and I was too lazy to look it up at 12 am when I was typing this up last night (Eastern Time). Thanks for the correction.
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Chapter 5: Explanations and More Questions
"So, this…James Potter, he's evil?" Harry asked, trying to make sure he understood what he heard.
"Yes, he is. He is slandering my good name." (Author chokes.)
"And he is brainwashing the general population?" He continued, looking at his so called Mentor with an incredulous look.
"Harry, we are all wizards. Potter just needs to use a simple memory charm to"
"How do I know you are not using this…memory charm on me?" Harry asked, trying to look into his mentors face as he asked the question, but was not able to because of the hood. Is he trying to hide from me? He wondered.
"You just have to trust me Harry." He said, and watched as the boy frowned.
Something isn't right. Harry thought, and tried to figure out what is was.
He looked down at the floor for a moment, gathering his thoughts; processing everything he was just told. Something deep down inside of him told him the opposite. This man was lying to him. He knew this but could not remember why. Or know how he knew this. It was almost instinctive to not trust him. But who else is there? Who else can I trust if it isn't him?
"You never told me what happened to me." He stated, looking back up from the floor.
"Harry, you were in an accident. Coming home from school, Potter's gang attacked. They call themselves 'The Order of the Phoenix.' You were tragically thrown from the train. Luckily, one of my…friends…saved you."
Harry noted mentally the way the word 'friends' seemed to be forced.
"Yeah…" Harry said, feeling the headache from earlier return. It felt almost like it did when he first woke up, but not as strongly. A pulsating behind his temple.
"I know this is a lot to take in…"
"No, I'm just…trying to recall anything you just said." Harry said, feeling slightly hopeless.
"Did you?" The man asked, his voice sounding anxious.
"No." Harry said, sounding defeated.
"I'm sure you will remember all this later." He said and seemed to look around, as if he were searching for something.
"Why don't you go and rest now? It's been a long day for you. Who knows, maybe you'll remember." The man said, and almost sneered remember.
It seems as if he doesn't want me to. Harry thought. Why? What do I know? He wondered.
The man called someone in to bring Harry to a room. Harry did not pay attention to the conversation, and the two left, what would be an office in the muggle world. As they walked down the halls, the man chatted about how great the 'Dark Lord' was.
Dark Lord? Why do they call him the dark lord if he's supposed to be the good guy? Harry wondered.
The man cut off his thoughts.
"So, you really can't remember? Anything?"
"Yes."
"You have no clue who you are."
"Correct."
"That is so weird!" The man said and Harry looked at him strangely.
"Yeah, whatever." He said as they turned down another hallway and the man paused at the last door on the right.
"You can stay here. And the password is 'mudblood'." The man said and left Harry standing alone in the dimly lit hallway.
Harry said the password, wondering why it sounded so bad, and entered the room. The door slid close behind him.
The room was made of the same dark stone the rest of the place was with the same dim lighting. There were several torches suspended in the air that all flamed the same height with the same amount of brightness. There was a bed on the far wall with curtains drawn around. Harry reached to touch them and recognized the dark cloth as navy blue velvet. The comforter of the bed was black, along with the matching pillowcases.
The room had no windows. Harry frowned at this, and pondered on the lack of windows for a moment before continuing to explore the room. Across from the bed was a large oak dresser. The dresser had the same intricate designs carved into it, similar to the ones on the doorway earlier.
He pulled open one of the drawers, seeing it full of the same robes everyone else wore. (I.e. Harry is in his muggle clothes…which are now dirty and torn in places from the fall) He fingered the light material and held them up to inspect them better. There was a familiar looking patch on them. It was dark green with snakes on it. The bottom declared 'Slytherin'.
Slytherin? What does that mean? Harry wondered, trying to recall what Slytherin meant to him. The only thing he could find was a feeling of distaste. He did not know why, so he refolded the robes, mentally shrugging off the feeling and put them back into the drawer.
Next to the dresser was a tall archway. He walked through, discovering a mini-library.
He walked over to the shelves, scanning book titles as he went. They were all books like: How to use the Dark Arts, The Wizards Guide to Unforgiveables, and Dark Arts Throughout the Age.
Harry picked up one of the books. It was titled, Learning The Dark Arts by Madam Shiri Cornelius.
He flipped through the pages, scanning the different chapter headings. They were all Basic Spells, When You Will Use These Spells, Recognizing Unforgiveables, Wizarding Duels, and More Advanced Dark Arts, and similar chapter headings.
Why all the books on Dark Arts? Harry wondered, but then again if you are to fight someone who knows the Dark Arts, it is best to know about them. But why so many? Why do I feel as if something isn't right? If this is where I belong, then why am I feeling so…edgy, so alert? He tried to reason with himself, but only came up with more questions which confused him more. A voice answered his ponderings from the back of his mind because you don't.
He sighed and put the book back in its place. He scanned for more beginning level spells. If he was a wizard, then it would be a good idea to remember how to do magic. He reasoned.