A/N: here is Chapter 20! Wow! I never thought when is started this story that I actually would stick to it honestly, but since it got such a good reaction I have other ideas – like staying with it? Lol!
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Disclaimer: I do not own anything, which sucks immensely
Chapter 20: Memories of the Lost and Dark Scheming...Groaning he opened his eyes.
Where was he?
The darkness and stars in the sky above made him realize it was night. With a slight groan, he turned on his sore side and stretched his tired muscles. He opened his eyes again and squinted in the darkness, still feeling quite confused.
How did he get there?
It took about 5 minutes for him to realize that he was lying in the middle of an abandoned looking park. The thick trees around him pronouncing a well shielded off area. The only path seemed to be a dark and dingy path through the heavy underbrush in the forest a couple meters away.
Getting gingerly to his feet he cracked his cramping neck, and took a couple unsteady steps forwards, still trying to remember what had happened previously, and where the heck he was.
And why was he outside? Come to think of it, did he even have a house?
His stomach growled and he breifly wondered if he had anything edible in his pocket. Reaching inside, his hand met a smooth substance and he pulled out a long smooth stick.
Feeling no less then utterly confused, he lashed his arm out, about to throw the useless annoying stick, when something stopped him. A warm feeling spread to the tips of his fingers, as they curled around it, and he paused. It was this feeling he had, like if he threw the stick away, he wouldn't be able to defend himself.
Another thought crashed that one down. How would a stick help him defend himself?
One prolonged look at the defeated looking dark forest and he found himself putting the stick back in his pocket. Might as well be prepared, even if it was just a stick.
He brushed an annoying piece of long tattered black hair out of his face, and started towards the dingy forest.
He needed answers.
He needed food.
And most importantly –
He needed his memories back.
Voldemort's scathing eyes glared at the figure that was seemingly wasting his time. "Well?" he demanded.
"I –o-over-heard them t-talking m-my lord." Wormtail squeaked.
"And?" Voldemort growled.
"T-they mentioned s-something about a p-prophecy" He stuttered nervously. His beady eyes zoomed everywhere but at the dark lord in question.
"A prophecy?" Voldemort murmured. His gleaming red eyes shone with a sudden perspiration. "I wonder…"
"M-my L-lord…?" Wormtail piped.
The dark lord shot him a glare that could melt molasses. "Silence!" he raised his wand. "You talk whenI tell you to talk – Crucio!"
Peter convulsed and twitched on the ground, his pathetic screams reverberating around the cavernous room. The Dark wizard's slit like eyes prodded around the room at the other occupants of the inner circle.
"Anyone else want to test my patience?" He hissed. The group shifted nervously but stayed silent to Voldemort's satisfaction. "I didn't think so…"
His skeleton-like hand reached out and grabbed the worthless bundle of the scared death eater, and threw him across the floor.
"Anything else I should know about that you delayed in telling me?" he snapped angrily.
Wormtail looked nervous for a second before he opened his worthless mouth. "A-actually yes M-Master…"
"Oh?" Voldemort prompted. The tone made many death eaters shiver inwardly. It was a very scary tone.
"T-the b-boy is h-here…"
The dark Lords eyes clouded over. "What do you mean?" he snapped impatiently.
Peter looked uncomfortable for a moment before he raised his pointed face to look at the Evil dark lord. "He- has t-traveled back in t-time, my L-lord..."
The Dark Lord leaned back in his chair casually at this information, seemingly taking it in. "And when, do tell, were you planning on telling me this?" he absentmindedly twirled his lethal wand in his hands, Scarlet eyes upon the wand, waiting for an answer. Many Death Eaters shivered at the casual gesture, preferably glad they were anybody other then the blubbering wormtail at the moment.
Wormtail's eyes grew round at the tone. "T-today My L-lord…"
Voldemort's eyes flashed. "No fool! -Now!" he hissed vehemently, before drawing his wand. "Crucio"
The lazy flick was enough to send even the strongest wizard into oblivious pain. The antagonizing screams filled their ears, and a couple malicious Death Eaters smirked in pleasure.
The dark lord stopped the curse and pointed his wand at the incompetent worthless death eater. "Up" he commanded.
Wormtail shakily got to his feet and waddled fearfully towards the beckoning dark lord in question.
Evil red eyes flashed an unreadable emotion, something which freaked them all out even more. It was way worse not knowing what the dark lord was feeling… the thing was so unpredictable.
"I want you to watch this boy" he spat. "I want you to know when he eats breakfast, lunch dinner, when he goes outside, and sleeps." He glared reproachfully at the withering coward. "I want you to find out when he's alone."
Wormtail nodded so fast, if his head wasn't fastened on right it would flop off. The Dark Lord dismissed him towards the circle, one offer that he gratefully took.
"Lucius," He barked, making the usually composed man jump. " I have a favor I need you to do for me…" Scarlet eyes gleamed eerily against he flicking light of the torches as his thin lips curled into a twisted inhuman smirk…
James brushed the slightly long locks of raven hair, so like his own, off the sleeping boys face. The brilliant red scar seemed to glow at him as he stared mesmerized at it, wondering briefly how the child in question came to receive such a mark.
"Still sleeping?"
He turned around to see the silent figure of his wife, Lily Potter, gesturing quietly towards the sleeping boy. James nodded briefly and turned his attention back to the child on the hospital bed.
His son.
The sound of a chair scrapping back echoed slightly around the room as Lily took a seat next to him, looking lovingly at the boy curled up in a peaceful sleep.
"He…he's so…so beautiful." she whispered, while taking over James' roll and brushing the offending hair off his face lovingly.
James nodded. "Ya," he whispered back. "Beautiful…"
The hospital wing doors opened, and yet another figure walked quietly towards the small-reunited family. Sirius Black took a seat next to James and looked at his sleeping Godson.
"Guess the curse of the Potter hair really doesn't stop"
Lily shot him an annoyed look, while James snorted quietly.
Sirius then smiled at the Harry in such a way that James had to stop and stare at his best friend. Never before had he seen Sirius Black, the foolhardy prankster and insane Auror extraordinaire, give a look to a child as he did to this one.
The sapphire eyes usual full of mischief and mirth, were now sparkling with a wonder and love James had never seen in them before. Sirius reached out and gently took the boys hand in his own, and James was surprised to see a small smile come over the sleeping Harry's face. It made His heart glow with warmth.
"Looks just like a littleangel doesn't he?" Lily said lightly, still brushing away the hair on her sons face in a motherly manner.
"Yes, he sure does" James and Sirius chorused, only to chuckle merrily moments later. Lily rolled her emerald eyes at them, giving them a warning look.
"Shhhhhhhh! You'll wake him up, Lord only knows he needs a peaceful sleep. Have you seen the bags under his eyes?"
Sirius cocked his head to the side, looking at the child thoughtfully. "Now that you mention it, he does have some pretty heavy bags" he cast a smirk at James. "Must take after his father, quiditch till midnight, and 2 hours of sleep before going around smooching girls faces off."
James slapped Sirius on the head, and Lily glared at Sirius with a small smile twitching at the corners of her red lips.
"Merlin only knows how many he snogged before he met me."
James' mouth dropped open in protest. "Hey! I resent that!
Sirius smiled playfully. "I'm sure you do."
James smacked him upside the head.
Harry blinked his eyes open wearily, trying to remember where he was. The soft mattress told him he was in the Hogwarts hospital wing once again, resisting a groan he sat up and placed his glasses back on.
The sight that met his eyes certainly brought him crashing back to reality.
In a chair pulled up by his bed, the still figure of a sleeping James Potter sat, and his breath hitched. Rolling over carefully, he gasped as another sleeping figure in the form of his mother Lily Potter was resting in a chair, leaning against his bed. Gasping for air, which had sufficiently left his lungs, young Harry carefully pulled the covers off him to not wake the sleeping people, and crept out of the bed. A rush of cold air hit him, and he whished suddenly that he could still sleep in the comforts of the warm bed, but that was out of the question when his previously dead parents were sleeping right there.
It just wasn't an easy situation to just smiel and accept. Sure he always imagined his reunion with his parents to be that one of hugs and kisses, lots of exchanged of 'I love you' and what not. But this was too real, not a deranged fantasy.
Of course, these were his parents, but at the same time they weren't. It was a confusing feeling. He felt as if he knew them his whole life, yet at the same time they felt like strangers.
What, made things worse was the fact that Dumbledore had somehow informed him he had traveled back in time.
Now that was a mind-boggler.
He looked at James' sleeping figure to distract his racing brain.
His father
The soft skin was more tanned then his, and the dark messy locks hanging lazily round his face was obviously something Harry had inherited. There were no dark shadows under those mischievous eyes, and he had that carefree smile that would brighten anybodies day.
A smile that would someday be a frown
He shook his head out of those horrible thought of a dead rotting James 6 feet under, and concentrated his attention instead on his sleeping mother.
So beautiful. Dark red hair flowed easily down to her lower back. Flawless porcelain skin to match her bright emerald eyes so much like his…
Bright eyes that would someday be deadHe gulped down a large lump in his throat at that thought. No, these people didn't know what they had coming for them, but Harry did.
Yet he knew he couldn't' change it.
That's what hurt the most, it felt almost as if he was the one actually murdering his parents, aiding in a dark crime of killing the innocent.
All because he had to keep his mouth shut.
He looked once again at the peacefully sleeping figures of his parents. His heart felt like it was falling through the floor.
Such innocent lives ripped away because of me…He chided himself; this was not the time for feeling guilty. He had bigger issues that had to be taken care of first.
Like how this would effect the future.
Sure, he could just obliviate them all – so they'd forget the last 5 minutes of their conversation. Or he could somehow make himself go forward 20 years in the future in 5 bloody minutes, so by the time they woke up they would think it was a dream.
Harry huffed in frustration, throwing his small frame on a vacant bed; emerald eyes starring at the ceiling.
Why does everything seem to happen to me!Because you're Harry Potter! Another voice countered Nothing is ever normal for you – your relatives had made sure of that-
He clenched his eyes tightly at the horrible memories. No matter what anybody said, he could never forgive his "relatives"for what they did to him,
Never.
Why was everything so complicated? Why couldn't he just have a normal life?
Stifling a sob, he curled up into a tight ball, wrapping skinny arms around his wobbly legs. There was nothing he could now…
All he could do was wait.
He stumbled clumsily through the dark words, the path was rather rugged. His shoulders were hunched in exhaustion, and his stomach still churned rather painfully from lack of fill. The darkness seemed to be closing in on him, and he suddenly knew what it felt like to be plaster phobic.
"Shit." he muttered in frustration as his foot rolled in a small animal hole. Rolling it a bit, he circulated the blood and began walking again on the rugged warn down path, limping added to his list of issues.
Something bright seemed to flash in his eyes, and he stopped dead in his tracks. What the…
"Come on! You can do better then that!"
Something thudded in his head and he started banging it against a tree, come on…he almost remembered something…
"SIRIUS NO!"
His breath hitched, that voice was so familiar, were these memories? He banged his head harder against the dead looking tree, as it seemed to be helping him. A painful twinge erupted in his heart at that memory of something and he couldn't figure out why…
"It's too late Harry…He's gone."His heart was racing, and tears stung the edges of his eyes. The voices were so familiar… and the painful twinge in his heart felt like it just got picked again. Whatever this memory was, it was making him feel like he should be crying.
He thunked his head against the tree one last time in frustration. "Come on! I almost had it…" When nothing came back, and he was still left in darkness, in the middle of a dangerous looking wood with only a dingy path and a stick to aid him, he slumped down on the ground groaning. Why couldn't he remember anything? Who was he? Where was he? And why did he feel like he should be crying and somebody was in danger that he forgot about?
Thoughts swirled around his head, but nothing of use came to mind. With a resigned sigh he thunked his head against the tree one last time, when a hurricane felt like it erupted in his head, and he recoiled on the ground in pain as something flashed before him.
"I'll be there for him James, I promise."
With a gasp his memories came crashing back with a sickening slap of reality on the side. Suddenly it not only felt like the hurricane had ripped off his head, but thrown his body a mile away with it. Heart pounding even faster he gasped for breath. Stay calm he heeded himself. Just stay calm, you need to get out of here and find harry…
With memories back, and a new mission other then filling his stomach, Sirius Black headed as fast as his limping and sore body could take him through the dense woods…
Hold on Harry, I'm coming...
A/N: So if that wasn't confusing enough, then im not sure what is- lol! So please R&R if you want anymore… smirks