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Should I even bother with apologising? Life is just too hectic. But I meant what I said before; I have no plans to ever abandon this even if it takes 20 years to finish!

Chapter 11

Harry carefully bottled the potion and cleaned up his workstation without really paying attention. This would be their twelfth attempt to restore Luke's memory and Harry wasn't getting his hopes up, if anything he was beginning to lose hope. He sighed tiredly and then looked up as he sensed he was no longer alone.

"Hey Obi-Wan." He greeted the jedi softly.

"Harry. You're giving up?" Harry's attention snapped back to the spirit.

"Never, I made a promise." Harry insisted.

"But you're giving up hope. You have to stay positive Harry. Luke is confused, he needs you to remain confident for him." Obi-Wan explained and Harry sighed again, dropping down onto a stool.

"I know, it's just so hard. I miss him Ben, so much." Harry whispered and nearly jumped as he felt Obi-Wan touch his face, well it was more like his energy brushing against him.

"Don't give up Harry. We believe in you." With that he was gone. Harry took a deep breath and stood, the vial clutched in hand as he moved from the lab and towards Luke's rooms.

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The three jedi watched in silence as Luke thrashed in Harry's arms before gradually going limp. Harry waited a few more minutes before disentangling them and making sure Luke was comfortably tucked in. the immortal wizard shakily moved to a chair and sank into it.

"I hate seeing him like that." The green eyed man admitted quietly.

"None of us like watching it Harry." Qui-Gon told him. Mace and Obi-Wan nodded their agreement. They all stilled as a low moan came from the bed and then Harry was moving. He placed a hand on Luke's cheek and watched as hazy blue eyes fluttered open.

"Luke?"

"Quil." Luke murmured before his eyes slid shut again, not that Harry noticed, he was too busy starring in slack jawed amazement.

"Harry?" Mace asked quietly.

"He called me Quil Mace. He remembered something." Harry turned to them with renewed hope shining in his eyes and the jedi smiled.

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Luke wandered the halls of Harry's home aimlessly. It had been a week since the last memory potion and since then he had been getting flashes. They never lasted long but the things he had blurted out because of them had Harry and the others happy so obviously they were memories. Frankly he was just confused. He had trusted Yoda and obviously the others had too and to find out that trust was because the Jedi Master had messed with his mind was unsettling. He didn't like the idea that his memories had been altered just so he would go off and defeat the Sith for the galaxy. Wouldn't he have done that before? Harry had said that was what the intensive training he had done was for so what was the point of making him forget said training? He sighed, running his hand along the cool stones of the wall and let his mind drift into a meditative state.

"You must be Luke." The sudden voice made him start. Luke looked around and finally his gaze settled on the portrait of an elderly man with an incredibly long beard and bright robes.

"Hello." Luke responded.

"You haven't wandered down this corridor before so I shall introduce myself. Albus Dumbledore, one time Headmaster of the School this place is modelled on." The old man smiled kindly, blue eyes twinkling madly.

"Nice to meet you sir." Luke answered, not really sure about what he was meant to do or say.

"I was rather surprised when Harry told me he had taken you as his apprentice. But you've been good for him; he's a lot happier since meeting you."

"I don't remember."

"I know, I was the one who suggested the course of treatment to him. He's a brilliant Wizard and the kindest person I have ever had the privilege of knowing. Even with everything I put him through. He is like a grandson to me and yet for the safety of our world I did some terrible things to him. But he forgave me in the end, he knew what I was doing and why and never truly hated me for it for which I am glad. You two are a lot alike in many ways Luke." The portrait smiled at him kindly.

"I guess so. But…he confuses me."

"In all honesty Harry confuses himself most of the time. He was the bane of several professors at school and several members of the Jedi Council. It's just the way he is. Now, I think its time you head off to dinner before he thinks you've run off." The man made a shooing motion and Luke laughed slightly.

"Run off to where sir?" The young jedi asked.

"Timbuktu?" Luke spun at the sound of another voice and then relaxed as he saw Harry standing in a nearby doorway.
"Good evening Albus, terrorising Luke?"

"Hardly Harry. He has been kind enough to keep an old man company for a while my boy." Luke watched the two speak and could see the affection and sadness in Harry's eyes as well as the painted blue of the portraits.
"Well, run along you two. Wouldn't do for your supper to get cold." Harry laughed at his mentor and nodded.

"You heard him Luke, we better get moving." Luke nodded and followed the dark haired man through the castle.

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Harry looed up as Luke stepped hesitantly into the room, looking around curiously. He remained silent and let the young jedi explore, hoping something would help jog more memories. He smiled when Luke sat on 'his' couch even if he didn't realise he was doing so.

"You rescued me from the Imperial ship, didn't you?"

"Yes. You remember?" Harry asked softly. According to the memories Yoda had supplied Harry had simply ferried Luke to Dagobah after Luke had escaped.

"I think so, maybe. It's so hazy." Luke looked down.

"Give it time Luke, don't try to force the memories." Harry soothed, wanting more than anything to reach out to the younger man but holding himself back.

"I was shot, in the leg. The Alliance thinks I'm dead, don't they?"

"Probably. You admitted that with the way you fell it would look like it plus it's been over a year since anyone's seen you alive." Harry explained.

"I agreed to not tell them because of training?" Luke asked, looking up and Harry nodded.
"I'm so confused." Luke whispered with more real emotion in his voice then Harry had heard since he had left him on Dagobah. Moving slowly Harry stood and then sat down next to Luke before gently wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him to rest against his side.

"It's going to be okay, you'll see. I promised I wouldn't give up on you and I won't." Harry whispered. Luke stayed still and tense for a while before slowly relaxing into Harry's hold. Harry held him until a change in Luke's breathing alerted him to the fact that he was asleep. He smiled and moved away, carefully laying Luke out on the couch and covering him with a blanket before leaving the room.

TBC...