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Summary: Harry is attacked in Private Drive. He wakes with no memory. The Dark Lord is very pleased with this new development. Will Harry ever get his memory back?

Chapter Three

Slowly his eyes opened. This time, though, he was in a soft comfortable bed. Looking around he could see the room was colored in dark greens and blues. Very well decorated from what he could see. His vision was still blurry. Looking down, he could see he was dressed in these medium blue silk pajamas. He remembered being in a concrete room and meeting a creepy man who seemed to be the boss of everyone else. Then talking with a man he remembered being named Crabbe. The man kept asking him all these questions. The man gave him something that made him sleep afterwards.

The door opening caught his attention. He squinted to see the new arrival. The man came closer and he recognized he to be Crabbe.

"Mr. Crabbe?" He asked a bit unsure.

"Hello Alex." Crabbe said in a pleasant voice, smiling. "Let me have a look at you to make sure your injury is healing properly. You had a bad fall earlier."

The Dark Lord had and he had already spent the past two hours after he'd gotten Harry to bed about a plan to explain things to Harry. They named him Alex. A fitting name in both of their opinions. The planned on telling everyone he was the son of a close friend of the Dark Lords, who had been killed a year prior. They had changed his appearance while he'd been sleeping as well. Instead of short messy black hair, he now had dishwater blonde hair that was strait that was a little past his shoulders. They had also charmed his eyes from green to blue. They planned on teaching the boy over the summer, and if they believed him capable of handling it, going to Hogwarts for schooling. But for now, they would treat the boy as if he were part of the Dark Lords family.

"Alex? Accident?" Alex asked confused.

"Yes. Earlier you took a pretty bad tumble. Your uncle was pretty worried." Crabbe said smiling.

"Hugh?" Harry asked completely confused.

"Sorry. I keep forgetting." Crabbe said giving him a sympathetic look. "Because of your head injury from the fall, you lost your memory. Hopefully you will gain those back soon." Hopefully not. Crabbe thought to himself. "How are you feeling?"

Alex was utterly confused. But answered Crabbe anyway. "My head hurts."

Crabbe nodded. "Headache?" He asked. Harry shook his head. "Well if you get one, tell somebody and I'll give you a headache reliever potion."

"Potion?" Harry asked.

Crabbe nodded. "Yes. Potion."

"I thought potions were magic." Harry stated. As far as he knew potion didn't exist.

"Yes, it is." Crabbe stated matter of fact.

"But magic doesn't exist, does it?" Harry asked frowning.

"Yes it does exist, Alex." Crabbe frowned. He hoped his memory loss didn't make it difficult to re-train him in magic. "Looks like were going to have to re-teach you magical skills then. It shouldn't take too long. Since you knew it once. I'll inform your uncle so he can set up some tutoring." Crabbe said still examining Alex.

"Who is my uncle?" Harry asked still confused. He felt odd asking such a question, but knew he needed to know.

"You'll see him in a moment." Crabbe stated. "He's been worried."

Harry didn't reply to that.

About five minutes later Crabbe stood up. "I'll go get your uncle." He then left the room.

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Crabbe went to the main room again where the Dark Lord sat.

Looking up he saw Crabbe approaching and stood. "How is he?"

"Still no memory." Crabbe stated. "He doesn't remember a thing about magic. But I don't believe it will take him long to re-learn everything he knew."

Voldemort nodded and followed him out of the room. Opening the door to Alex's room he entered with Crabbe following. Harry was sitting up in the bed. Voldemort sat down next to the boy on the bed.

"Hello, Alex. How are you feeling?" He asked. He knew he'd have to act like he was close to the boy in order to gain his trust.

"Okay." Harry answered after a moment, looking at him inquiringly.

"I'm your uncle." Voldemort said as he noticed the look he was receiving. "Uncle Tom, or Tom."

Harry nodded.

"Are you tired?" Tom asked. "Hungry?"

Harry nodded indicating both.

"I'll go get something." Crabbe said as he left the room.

"How are you feeling, Alex?" Tom asked.

"Confused." Harry stated bluntly.

Tom smiled. Still strait to the point, I see. He thought. "I suppose that's expected. Crabbe says you'll need to stay in bed for a few days, and even after that you need to take it easy." Tom informed Alex.

Harry nodded.

The door opened catching both their attentions. Crabbe came in carrying two treys of food. He set the trey gently down in front of Alex and handed Tom the second. "Drink this first." He held up a vial speaking to Alex. "It's a nausea potion. It will settle your stomach so you can eat. Eat as much as you can. If you can't finish it then set it aside. Someone will retrieve the leftovers later. Take this once your done. It's a sleeping potion." At Alex's nod he bid farewell and left the room telling Alex and Tom he'd be back later to check on Harry.

Tom stayed and ate with Alex. They talked about Alex's past, or the story Tom and Crabbe had created for Alex's past.

Tom noticed Harry push the trey slightly away. He picked the trey up and set it aside and lifted the vial of sleeping potion. "Drink this, Alex. I'll see you in the morning." He watched as Alex drank the potion and settled back in bed. Tom tucked the covers around the boy and watched as he rapidly fell sleep. Tom stood up a few moments later and blew the candle out then went to the door. As he shut the door he looked back at the figure sleeping in the bed.

Yes, He thought, his plans were falling into place.

End Chapter Three

A/N: Thank you for reading my latest chapter! I hope you all enjoyed it! I certainly enjoyed writing it!

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