Hogwarts has fallen to the deatheaters, students have been relocated, everyone believes that the Dementors killed Harry even Voldemort himself. Harry after a terrible accident remembers nothing about the world he left behind, but what happens after a friends death he becomes pulled into the wizarding world once again, and faced with friends he knows nothing about.
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Chapter 3: Who am I?
When Harry finally woke it was to the realisation that he could remember nothing at all. The doctors reassured him that it most likely came from the fall he had taken, and that he had a good chance of recovering his memory, in time. And it wasn't like he had forgotten how to do anything, like his maths; he could even remember a little bit of his history lessons from his elementary. This was another thing that puzzled his doctor, he remembered to his sixth year, when in fact he should have been in his tenth come September. This, they had said, made it a good chance that something traumatic had happened in his junior high years, and his mind had blocked them completely. That coupled with the fact that he couldn't remember his own name let alone what school he had gone to.
The doctor had sent out notices to all schools in the immediate area, then when no records turned up, to the Newspapers. Now everyone in the country who read the papers knew about the boy in the Downtown Aberdeen Hospital who was quickly winning the hearts and sympathy of the public. It was probably the mystery surrounding his discovery that drew them in droves to see the boy with his oddly shaped scar, and shockingly green eyes. No one had come to claim him yet, so the doctor had assumed(wrongly) that he had no living relatives. So it was with no surprise to the doctors when hundreds of young hopefuls, hearing about his lack of parentage from a press leak, were clamouring to adopt the boy. What did surprise him was that even though the boy saw six or seven families daily, due to the doctors insistence and his own reluctance to be sent to an orpanage, he turned them all down. When asked why he just answered that they felt wrong and that they were only doing so because they wanted the fame of being the parents of the famous amnesiac child who was featured in the papers daily. The doctors couldn't disagree.
The ministry itself was trying to gain custody of the child, hiring the best and brightest of lawyers and offering the teenager a job, money and villa in the south of Scotland. They were desperatly trying to gain the good will of the people after all the uprising and mysterious terrorist attacks they had failed to stop over the course of the last four months, and the people who loved this boy would follow him blindly. Still the boy refused. Finally, after weeks of battling it out, the Hospital at large got full custody of the boy, and he accepted the last name of the Hospital's Director, Vental Evans. So it was that Sarrigan Evans became a ward of the Hospital, an apprentice doctor who had completed university at the top of his class, and gradually forgot that he ever might have been someone else, with different friends,and a destiny that would wait for no man, to fufill.
I know its tiny, and pathetic but I did write something, and i will try to get a longer chapter out within a few days, though i can't promise, my muses don't work like that. Please review, it will add fuel to the flames of my imagination and might help me do it sooner.