Sorry Chapter 2 took so long. I blame it on my teachers. They've
been piling us with homework, especially since AP test are coming
up. And basketball is a big part of my life too. Sorry all. But nevertheless,
here is the next chapter. Hope you like it. Please review! I love to hear
your wonderful comments!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter; if I did I sure as hell wouldn't
be broke.

The Persistence of Memory
StarStruckLoser

Chapter 2
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The weather was cold and stormy. Outside, lightning forked through the
sky and thunder rumbled through the air. It was late at night and few were
awake to witness Mother Nature's belligerent temperament. But there
were two who watched on…

Hermione shivered as another bolt of electricity crackled through the air. The
trees of the forbidden forest thrashed in the wind giving the forest the
appearance of a turbulent ocean. Next to her, she could hear the silent rasping
of Ron's breathing. She glanced at him, and opened her mouth to speak.
But he was too far lost in his thoughts for conversation. Lost in memories, memories
of a time when two was three and dark times were merely a whisper…

I have found what I am looking for.
I know what I must do.
Where I go, you cannot follow.
Do not miss me, for I will have no memory of you.

Those were the last words Harry had said to her. The memory brought on a
fresh onslaught of tears and confusion. No matter how hard she tried, she could
not fulfill his request. She would miss him and mourn him all of her life. Harry Potter,
her hero and her best friend. Next to her, Ron stiffened at the sound of her sniffles.
With a depressed sigh, he pulled her close to him in a comforting embrace.

For only in each other's arms did these two find solace from the pain and
the everlasting legacy Harry had left behind. The legacy that taunted them
every day.

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Harry sighed wearily and rubbed his eyes. He'd been staring at the piece of
paper before his for nearly two hours but all that what written on it was as much
gibberish to him now as it had been when he started. He ran a finger of the
paper gently. This piece of paper was the key to his mysterious past.

It had been what identified him a year ago as he had lain unconscious in
critical condition in a London hospital. But other than that one vital clue, the
paper had yet to reveal any more of its unknown origins or any more
information Harry could decipher.

The paper was watermarked and worn, as if it had been through a washing
machine several times. Some of the inked words had run together and were
completely illegible but many for the most part were naught but faded. In the
top left corner was a name that he had assumed and adopted as his.

Harry Potter
5, November

The combination of Wormwood and Asphodel along with Sopophorus
Bean and Valerian Roots creates an extremely strong commonly
called the draught of living death. This concoction is extremely
powerful and is monitored by the ministry of M. Also on the
list of monitored potions is the expensive and difficult to brew Felix Felicis.
Commonly called "The Liquid Lady Luck", it can cause dangerous
overconfidence if used in excess. It's highly toxic if consumed in large
quantities and is banned from organized competitions.

A tap on his shoulder made Harry jump and knock over his chair, he hitting
the floor with it. From the floor Harry opened his eyes and found himself
looking into the bright green eyes of Melina. Melina was Harry's best
friend. She towered over him five foot eleven inches with long chocolate
brown hair that she liked to wear loose. Laughing so hard, her eyes
began to water Melina helped him up and placed his chair upright.

With a humorous sigh, she wiped her eyes and picked up the piece of paper Harry
had been reading. Harry grinned at her. Melina was one of the few people he
confided in about anything and the only person aside from the doctors at the hospital
that knew of his amnesia. He had a feeling Melina liked him as more than friend
and Harry wasn't sure whether or not he felt the same. Their relationship was a complicated
but true one.

"At this same paper again?" she asked him nonchalantly as she set the
paper back down on the desk.
"Yea," said Harry with a sigh. "And making no progress."

"You know. I bet you were something stupid like a bartender or something.
Maybe a smuggler. I mean come on. Concoction? Monitored by the ministry?
Highly toxic if consumed in large quantities? Tell me that doesn't sound
like a bartender to you?" Harry tried to look offended but couldn't hold
the face and laughed. "Yea I guess it does. That'd be a handy trade no?
I could whip you up a Margarita every now and then?"

Melina smiled. "You know what I think?"

"What?"

"You've been working too hard on this stuff. I think you need a break!"

"A break?"

"Yup!" She stood up and walked over to the old opera house costume
bureau that served as his closet. "You're coming to the club with me tonight," she
said, her voice muffled as she rummaged through his clothes. She emerged
a few seconds later with a powder blue long sleeved collared shirt and a
pair of blue jeans, smiling. "So put on something nice will you?"

She threw the clothes at him and marched up the stairs. "You have ten minutes!
And do something with that hair!" Harry rolled his eyes knowing very well
that she knew very well that there was nothing to be done about his hair.
It resisted every type of gel and every trick in the book. Shrugging, he
changed and threw on some tennis shoes.

Less than five minutes later, he was climbing the stairs. As he emerged he
saw Melina was waiting for him on one of the theater seats looking beautiful
in a pair of jeans and a black halter top. Closing the trap door to his room
Harry hopped off the stage and he and Melina left together for a night on the town.

Well that's it. Hopefully I can get the next chapter up to you soon!

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