AN: Sorry about the long wait I am doing some very important exams this year, which could determine my future! And I don't think I did too well. Anyway enough of my depressions talk. I truly am sorry and updates will be regular. This is actually a double bill so the next up date will be in anytime from the 8th of august to the 10th. Enjoy and please review! Thx!
It's Just a Nightmare 22
He opened his eyes and stared at the strange green canopy over head. The sheets felt strange against his skin, cool and almost slimy. His mind was oddly blank for so early in the morning but he had wonderful sites and smell to explore.
The room was ornately decorated in a gothic style. Everything in the room adhered to the universal theme so that all the furniture looked as if it had come from one complete set. Although he had a rather frail sense of order, Harry admired corresponding upholstery. The carpet like all other pieces of colour in the room, or rather chamber as it was extremely spacious, was a dark shade of green. The chamber contained numerous shades of green, some that Harry had never come across before. The rather monotonous colour scheme proved to be more fascinating than expected, there seemed to be so many ways in which one could use the colour green. However somewhere in his hazy subconscious a strange sort of aversion bubble through. He quite liked the colour green but some how the connotation was not too pleasant. Harry frowned in concentration trying to find the strange root of his dislike but find it was all in vain, his mind was just too foggy and the concept hung just out of reach.
There were three windows at the back of the room, all three were full length Victorian sash windows with emerald velvet curtains neatly drawn at both sides by silver cords. On closer inspection the cords were shaped like small silver snakes entwining around each other. The boy frowned once again; somewhere in the back of his mind he seemed to feel a strange sort of connection with the small serpents, some unnatural connection. He briefly wondered why there was constant theme of silver serpents running through out the room but he pushed it aside as the door opened.
A handsome middle-aged man walked into the room dress in ornate green robes that matched the décor. Harry felt a sudden recognition spark through his brain but then it was gone again and he was left facing the stranger. The man smiled in a paternal way at Harry leaving him even more mystified.
"I hope you are feeling better my son, you have been very ill. Your memory has no doubt been effected," said the soft soothing voice of the stranger. Harry's eyes widened with surprise, father? "I know you do not recognise me, Harry, I am your father, Voldemort Salamir Slytherin. Does the name ring a bell?" That strange sense that he was missing something very important came back to him and he tried once more to locate the seemingly familiar name. Voldemort, it made him feel, fear, anger, hatred but he had no idea why. Some how he was more intent on believing this man was his father than someone he hated. His father's kind tone soothed him and made him feel less confused.
"So you're father," stated Harry as if to reassure himself. Deep down he felt the involuntary yearning for someone to call father and again there was no logical reason, hadn't he had his father all through his life. After all the man did say that he had only been ill and that his memory was affected by the illness. "I don't remember anything about you," whisper Harry rather hurt. Voldemort nodded, thank heavens he had given the boy an extremely strong dose of calming potion or the lose of his memories would have driven him insane by now.
"It doesn't matter, Harry, we can make new memories to compensate," his father murmured reassuringly and Harry felt himself drawn into an embrace. He was surprised at first but he responded. Voldemort couldn't help but smile.
"Do I have a mother?" asked Harry as he pulled away from the embrace. It only seemed logical for him to have a mother as well but why wasn't she here with like his father was? Somehow at the back of his mind, he felt that his mother would definite not turn up. Voldemort was rather taken aback by the question but it was to be expected. He slowly turned away from his son and signed as if in grief, it best to keep his mother a taboo subject. However his little piece of drama had more consequences than he had thought. The boy's face suddenly dropped and his voice sounded rather frightened, "Have I offended you, father, I didn't mean it,"
"No my son, your mother was a wonderful person but she had alas passed away some time ago. She died a few months after you were born so will not remember her." Harry blinked, the idea of having a deceased mother seemed rather familiar, in fact he couldn't quite work up a strong sense of grief.
Maybe I do still retain some of my old memory, he thought, maybe these strange gut feelings are the remnant of my strongest memories, but why did this chamber stir deep inside him a sense of primitive fear and hatred? Surely he was happy with father? A most unpleasant thought occurred to him and he tried to push it away to no avail. How had he become ill? Somehow the reason did not seem to be feasible to him. The best way was probably to ask his father but a small voice screamed at him to stop. Taking a big gulp of breath Harry ploughed on,
"Father, how come I became ill? What disease did I catch?" Voldemort looked saddened and gently patted his head. Harry could feel the tense muscles in the man's hand, very much like the tense muscles his abdomen when the man had hugged him.
"We do not yet know the disease but my healers believe that it was foreign and carried via vectors. No doubt you picked up in the forest and for hence became very ill. There are many disease that cause people to lose their memories but most memory loses are not permanent and I hope yours won't be either." Harry nodded; maybe if he tried hard enough he might be able to regain his memory naturally.
"Father, where do we live?" asked Harry cautiously as he realised that he had no idea where his home was. Voldemort also nodded in understanding and sat down on the edge of the bed,
"I realise this my all be a bit much for you so don't push yourself. When you feel that you can't digest anymore information tell me so and I shall stop." He looked to Harry for some sign of recognition and the boy nodded in response. They both felt that nodded now was the best option for expressing a variety of different emotions as neither of them wanted to speak more than necessary. "You are Henry Alexander Salamir Slytherin but most people will call you Harry. I am your father Voldemort Salamir Slytherin and I am Supreme Councillor over Europe. Basically I am the ruler of Europe." Harry gasped, he never thought he could have been a member of the aristocracy. Suddenly he had a feeling that some one would not have been very pleased to find out that he was an aristocrat. "Do you want me to stop?" asked Voldemort looking concerned.
"No, it's just rather overwhelming, that's all but please continue."
"I will have to ask you a question now, what do you now by the term wizard?" asked Voldemort slowly as if weighing his words.
"I'm a wizard," Harry blurted out before he could stop himself but he felt as if it was right. In fact he felt as if it had been etched in stone inside his brain. He was a wizard.
"Good, do you remember any spells?" Voldemort continued to prod at Harry's memories. Suddenly it was as if a dam had been broken and sudden flood of knowledge crashed down on his mentality. He could sense that he knew so many spells, from levitation charms to dreamless sleep potions. As he sifted through the waters he found strange emotions attached to each spell, some he seemed to like more than others, perhaps they had been easy to learn. Some he seemed to feel guilt pouring out of them, which he could not explain. Another spell reminded him of a broom….flying…..playing quidditch. More floodgates crashed open and he flet a strange sought of jubilance, perhaps he had also been good at quidditch? He seemed to relish the feeling of wind whipping through his hair, excitement of a match but somehow he couldn't remember any specific matches of opponents but he knew as a gut instinct that he had played seeker.
"I like quidditch," stated Harry looking into his father's eyes. Voldemort nodded, by the look in his eyes Voldemort knew the boy had remembered his education and perhaps some of his hobbies. Of course the spell would prohibit him from remembering anything personal from the time before Harry had come into his hands.
"It seems you remembered more than I thought," said Voldemort as he put on proud smile for Harry's sake, "I realise that you don't; remember any personal names but do Malfoy, Dumbledore and Sirius mean anything to you?" Harry suddenly felt the oddest assortment of emotions. For the first name he seemed to feel a deep sense of loathing mixed in with some grains of strange pity. The name Dumbledore suggested to him a king cuddly man with lots of hair someone that made him feel safe but somehow he felt in some ways he rather disliked the man. Sirius, the name felt so nice on his tongue, he could only feel love, devotion and a strange sense of grief for this man, for he knew instinctively that it was a man.
"I seem to feel strange emotions from them," confessed Harry, "Malfoy seems rather means and I'm not sure whether I should like Dumbledore but Sirius sounds like a nice person." For a moment he frowned, "Who are they, really?"
"Lucius Malfoy is one of my trusted advisers although at times I have had cause to doubt his loyalty. I believe that your animosity stems from your acquaintance with Draco Malfoy his son. You two were never really the best of friends," Harry's face fell, he hadn't really thought about his friends or enemies. "Don't worry my son, there will be time to make amends. In fact you will meet him at the Mid Summer Serenade soon." Harry blinked in confusion and Voldemort continued, "A party of sorts and you will be required to wear some dress robes that shall be tailored for you in the mean time." Harry nodded; he at least knew what dress robes were.
"Can you tell me more about Dumbledore and Sirius?" asked Harry as the silence lengthened.
"Dumbledore, I shall leave for a later date because I have much to say to you on that topic but I shall tell you now that he is not to be trusted. Sirius' stories is too complicated to abridge so we shall discuss that at another time" Harry concurred, after all his father might tell him more when the time came. "Now let us move back to our original topic, Harry. I suppose I should tell you more about your mother. She was a beautiful and talented woman. I was very much in love with her but as I said she died sometime after you were born. I entrusted you to the care of my followers who blundered. You were kidnapped by my enemies and hidden from me." Harry gasped in shock. His life was a little more exciting than he once thought.
"When did you get me back?" He asked with trepidation
"It was a while before I could locate you. I killed your captors and rescued you, Harry. They won't hurt you again. I do believe that you needed some rest to take all of this in Harry so I shall leave you alone for a while. A tailor will come in and take your measurements. Have a good rest, my son." The expression on Voldemort's face was almost paternal but it made Harry rather uneasy.
"I will, father. When will you be back?" asked Harry feeling rather confused at his father's plans for the abrupt departure.
"I shall be back tonight to take you to the Mid Summer Serenade. Rest well." with that his lordship smiled at his son and disappeared with a whirl of his robes leaving Harry feeling very self-conscious.
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AN: sorry nothing much happens in this chapter but it is vital for the plot and the next chapter will be up shortly as this is like a double bill. PLEASE RR thx!
