Forgotten
Chapter 1: Awakening
It's dark inside and outside the walls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Darkness engulfs everything within reach. Humans and creatures alike aren't safe from its touch. In the darkness a boy lays on his bed, soaked in a cold sweat. He breathes heavily... even in his dreams he knows something isn't right. All of a sudden he hears a scream so loud, it wakes him from slumber. He bolts upright in bed, gasping for breath. He cannot see... the darkness is everywhere. Where had that scream come from? It seemed like it was not to far away... what if someone was in danger? He fumbles for his wand, but looses his balance and goes crashing out of bed, entangled in sheets, blankets, and the bed hangings now ripped from his four poster bed. The darkness becomes darker, and his yells are muffled. He can't move... immobilized by his own bed sheets. All of a sudden he hears a familiar boys' voice.
"Harry! Harry! Stop! Stop kicking... ouch! Damn, will you just hold still?" the voice says. Harry slowly stops moving, and he feels hands trying to dig him out of his bedsheets. "Jeez mate, you really did a number on yourself. What in bloody hell were you dreaming about? Or did you just really have to piss...?" All of a sudden the sheets are tugged away from Harry's face, and he can now see the blurred outlines of the room he's in.
"My glasses... can you give me them? I can't see anything..." Harry says wearily, squinting to try and see better.
"Sure thing mate," the boy says. A few seconds later Harry slips on his glasses, and blinks wearily in the dim light. He looks around and sees three pairs of legs surrounding him. Slowly he looks up, and realizes he's surrounded by Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle. Harry screams.
"What the bloody hell are you gits doing in my dormitory?" Harry yells, standing up quickly, and trying to find his wand.
"Uh..." Malfoy falters, looking at Crabbe and Goyle. "Your dormitory? It's our dormitory too..."
"And we're not gits!" Crabbe says resentfully.
"Geez, did you hit your head or something Potter?" Goyle says, concerned.
"Hit my head? HIT MY HEAD? I think you morons are the ones doing the head hitting!" Harry says, finally finding his wand on the bedside table. He grabs it and points it at the three boys. "Don't you dare hex me Malfoy, you bloody son of a..."
"Harry? Wow you must've really done a number on your head. We should get you to the hospital wing or something," Malfoy took two steps towards Harry, his arm outstretched.
"Rictusempra!" Harry screamed, hitting Malfoy with the spell head on, causing him to collapse onto the floor in uncontrollable laughter.
"Bloody hell Harry, what's gotten into you?" Crabbe said, slowly backing up.
"We're gonna go get help," Goyle said, grabbing Crabbe's arm and running for the dormitory door before Harry could do anything else. Malfoy still lay next to Harry's bed amidst the bedsheets laughing uncontrollably. Harry sidestepped him and walked into the middle of his dormitory. There were still five four-poster beds, all adorned with red and gold bed hangings and sheets. He was in the Gryffindor boys dormitory... but what were Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle doing here? Noticing the hangings drawn on the bed farthest from Harry, he went to go investigate what kind of surprise lay behind it.
Harry unceremoniously ripped open the bed hangings, revealing a dark skinned boy with high cheekbones. At first Harry wondered why the boy wasn't awake, considering all of the noise, but then he noticed a pair of charmed earplugs in the boys' ears. Frowning, Harry eyed the boy suspiciously. He reached down to shake the boy awake.
"Don't... Harry!" Malfoy yelled, causing Harry to stop. "Blaise... hates it... when he's... awoken... by someone... else! Don't... touch him... he'll... hex you...! You should... know that..." Malfoy struggled to say between giggles. Harry looked back at the sleeping boy, finally recognized him as Blaise Zabini, another Slytherin. But what in bloody hell was he doing in the Gryffindor dormitory along with Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle? Harry slowly closed the bed hangings and turned back to Malfoy. For a moment, he just watched in stunned silence... How was all of this possible?
"Harry... please... unhex... me! This laughing... its... killing... me..." Malfoy said, as the laughing worsened. Harry noticed he was turning purple in the face, and clutching his sides as if they might burst. Sighing, Harry decided to take pity on him. Even if he did hate Malfoy with a burning passion for many reasons... the circumstances seemed rather... odd. Harry muttered the counter curse, and Malfoy instantly stopped laughing. He lay in the middle of the floor, gasping for breath, the purple color draining from his face. At a loss for words, Harry sat down on the edge of his bed, head in his hands.
"Malfoy... what's going on? I don't understand... what are you doing in the Gryffindor dormitory?" Harry stuttered. Malfoy took a few deep breaths before sitting up and looking at Harry.
"Harry... I really don't know what's going on with you. Do I have to explain the past six years of your life or something?" Malfoy said numbly, rubbing his sides.
"Yeah, that would help. A lot," Harry said. Malfoy sighed.
"All right. Seeing as your acting completely out of character... hexing me and all... I'll tell you," Malfoy said. He took a deep breath, and began to speak.