A/N Hiya, I assume that since you're reading this you read the prologue as well. Thank you so much! I'm glad that you came back, and I promise, the story will get really good soon!! Oh, and one little thing I forgot to say before the prologue, this is set after DH, but disregard the epilogue. But you've probably already figured that out!! Anyway, thanks to reviewers:

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His Life

Harry was sat in his bed, staring into the nothingness of the black wall opposite him. He felt as though his life had crumbled around his ears, and yet he hadn't actually been told anything yet. But he knew what had happened. It was so obvious. And he was terrified. The nurse woman, Anna, was out there now talking to the two people who had been in the room earlier, Ron and Hermione. Why she had to talk to them first he had no idea. It was his life. His problem. He didn't want people he didn't know hearing about it first.

"No!"

Harry turned his head towards the door at the sound of a new voice shouting. He wondered who it could be, but then decided that he wouldn't be able to guess anyway. He had no idea. No idea about anything anymore.

The door clicked open across the room and through it walked Anna, the nurse, Ron and Hermione, and another girl who Harry obviously didn't recognise. She looked like Ron, with red hair and freckles, only her face was shining wet.

All four of them stood at the end of the bed watching him as though he would suddenly say something, but he stayed silent. He wanted to know what was wrong.

"Mr Potter," The nurse spoke first, "I'm afraid we've got some disturbing news for you."

"I've lost my memory, haven't I?" He asked quickly.

The nurse lowered her head a fraction and changed the subject, "Before we get to that, I must ask you, are you aware that you're a wizard?"

It came as a shock, but for some reason, Harry nodded, "Yes," He replied. It explained what was happening in his head ten minutes ago.

"Well, that's good," She smiled, "You're a very famous wizard, Mr Potter."

Harry's breathing quickened; famous? That wasn't true… He didn't want to hear about this…

"Maybe," Hermione spoke quickly, as if she saw Harry's distress, "We should leave that for now. I'm sure Harry just… Just wants to know who he is…"

"I know who I am!" Harry yelled defensively.

Hermione looked at him, her eyes wide from surprise, "I… I didn't mean…"

"Let's everyone calm down, ok?" The nurse said quickly. "I agree with Miss Granger, but I think you just misunderstood what she meant, Mr Potter," She said to Harry. Harry merely looked at her. "I think what she meant was, would you like to know how old you actually are? And about what you do now?"

"What I do?" Harry repeated.

"Yes, your occupation," She answered.

Harry looked at them all and noticed at the girl who looked like Ron was still crying. He nodded slowly, "Ok…"

"Well, the date today is the twenty-eighth of February, the year two thousand and one. You're twenty years old, Mr Potter."

Harry's eyes widened as he saw tears appear in Hermione's eyes. He said nothing as he looked down once again at his hands, his arms, and the long legs that lay out in front of him. He then thought of his voice. That was his voice.

"I'm… I'm tw-twenty?" He repeated.

"Yes."

And that was when his world crumbled. He'd lost nine years of his life. He couldn't remember a single thing from it. He'd gone from being eleven years old, living in a house with his evil aunt, uncle and cousin, to being twenty, living, where? He didn't know. And with who? He had no idea.

But he did not cry. Over the past eleven – well, twenty he supposed – years, he had learnt not to cry at the world.

"Are you ok, Mr Potter?" The nurse jumped him out of his thoughts.

He nodded slowly and asked, "So… Who… erm…" He didn't want to sound so rude as to say 'who are they?'

"Oh, well, these are your best friends," The nurse said. And as she said their names, she pointed to each one in turn, "Ron, Hermione and your fiancée, Ginny, Ron's younger sister."

"My what?" Harry said quickly. His fiancée? The idea itself was ridiculous. He was eleven. He didn't even like girls. But then… He wasn't eleven, was he?

"Harry, you and Ginny have been together for almost four years, since sixth year…" Hermione said quickly.

"What's sixth year?" Harry asked.

"Our sixth year at Hogwarts…"

"What's Hogwarts?"

Harry's breathing was rapidly becoming quicker, as it always did when he was scared.

"Now please, not too much information…" The nurse tried to speak but Harry was just getting started.

"And younger sister?" He said, "How old is she?"

Suddenly, she spoke, "Don't you remember me at all?" She seemed angry, to which Harry backed down a little.

"He can't remember any of us Ginny!" Ron shouted.

"He should be able to remember me!" Ginny yelled as she cried.

"Ginny, that's so unreasonable!" Hermione said sternly to her.

"Quiet!" The nurse yelled suddenly. "This isn't helping anyone is it? She's nineteen Harry. She was the year below you in school."

Harry looked at the timid looking girl who stood with her head behind Hermione's arm. This girl was his fiancée. They were to be getting married. A wave of guilt suddenly ran through Harry as he realised that, to him, he'd never seen this girl before in his life. He closed his eyes as the four people before him continued to argue about his memory, but he couldn't see her, he couldn't remember her. Any of them. All he could see when he closed his eyes was a bright light, flapping in front of him as if being blown around. And eyes. Grey eyes. He suddenly remembered them from when he was unconscious; seeing them all the time.

Quickly Harry opened his eyes and looked at his two 'best friends' and fiancée. None of them had grey eyes. So he couldn't remember them.

Harry's face was looking down to the floor and solemn when the nurse quietly said, "I think there should only be two people in here. Miss Weasley, would you leave with me please?"

Harry looked up at Ginny – was that her name? – who finally looked him in the eye. She then nodded slowly and started to walk to the door with the nurse.

"I'll come back later, Harry," She said, "I – I love you…"

Harry stared blankly at her, and at his expression, she burst into tears once more as she left.

Once the door was firmly closed behind them, Ron and Hermione sat down on either side of Harry's bed.

"Sorry about her, mate," Ron said, "She's just a bit shocked I think."

"We all are," Hermione said. Harry looked at her and saw that she was trying to smile.

"I'm… I'm sorry I can't remember you…" Harry said quietly.

To his surprise, neither of them answered straight away, but merely looked at each other with warmth in their expressions.

"It's ok," Hermione said quite comfortingly, "I'm sure it will come back to you…"

"You can talk to us mate, we'll help you remember…"

"Please don't call me that," Harry interrupted Ron.

"What?" Ron asked slowly.

"Please," Harry repeated, "Don't call me 'mate', I can't place you…"

Ron's eyes widened and Harry was sure he saw tears fill inside them, but he couldn't feel guilty; it was strange having no friends at all, and then having a stranger call you 'mate'.

"Anyway…" Hermione said slowly, "Is there anything you'd like us to tell you?"

Harry thought for a moment. Where did he begin?

"Everything," He said simply.

"Well, where would you like us to start?" Hermione asked.

Harry sat in silence for a few seconds. "Why am I famous?"

"I think we should talk about simpler things for the moment…" She answered quickly.

"No, I'd like to know, please," Harry said.

Hermione looked across to Ron, who simply shrugged back. Harry thought it funny that he was friends with these people, they seemed… unlike him. But then again, he'd never had any friends, so he didn't know what sort of people he'd end up talking to.

"Well, the short of it Harry," Hermione started, "Is… Well, it's hard to explain…"

Suddenly Ron sighed on the other side of Harry and began to talk quite quickly and agitatedly, "Basically what happened is you were in a prophecy that said you had to kill Voldemort, this really evil wizard who killed your parents and only you survived the killing curse, and we were trudging round England with you for nine months trying to find pieces of his soul and destroy them and when we did we went back to Hogwarts, had this massive battle, my brother died and you killed him so you got even more famous, end of story."

"Ron!" Hermione yelled, but Harry hardly even heard her. So much information had just entered his brain that he thought he had never heard before, some of it heart-breaking.

"My parents were murdered?" He whispered amongst the other two's bickering.

They stopped talking abruptly and looked at him; the tips of Ron's ears were bright red.

"Um…" Ron mumbled.

"Ron, you'd best leave…" Hermione snapped.

"No, wait," Harry said as Ron stood up. "Your brother died?" He asked quietly.

"Erm, one of them, yeah..." Ron answered sadly, "But it was sixteen years after your parents…"

"Was it this Voldemort guy that did it?" Harry asked.

"Well, his people, yeah…"

"And this was after you two came with me for nine months? So, you hadn't seen him?"

"Well, no…"

Harry felt terrible. It was then that he realised these two must have been the two best friends in the world, and Harry was clearly lucky to have them. And here they still were, even after Harry had told Ron not to call him 'mate' which they obviously were…

"I'm sorry…" He whispered. Ron looked up at him and smiled weakly. Harry smiled back, and felt that now was a good time to change the subject. He could find out more about his fame later… "So, where do I live then? If it's not with the Dursley's?"

Hermione smiled, obviously pleased with the change of topic, "You live with us, and Ginny," She answered. Harry's face fell. "Look, don't worry about her; she's always over-dramatic when something like this happens. Isn't she Ron?"

Ron smiled, "Yeah, I remember when you fell off your broom in the back garden last year. It was only about fifteen feet, but she was crying her eyes out!" He and Hermione laughed, and surprisingly, a smile ran over Harry's face. "I think it's after the war, she gets really worried."

"So, I can fly? On a broom?" Harry asked interestedly, "Like witches in stories?"

"Erm… Yeah…" Ron answered slowly, much to Harry's confusion.

"Ron doesn't know a lot about Muggles, Harry," Hermione said.

"Muggles?" Harry asked.

"Yes, non-magic people, like who you grew up with," She explained, "My parents are muggles."

"But you're a witch?" He asked.

Hermione nodded quite happily in response, "Yes, I would be referred to as a 'muggle-born', there are loads of muggle-borns. We're sort of taking over from pure-bloods!" She laughed.

"Pure-blood?" Harry repeated. All this information was confusing him.

"Yes, Ron's a pure-blood," She indicated, and Ron nodded his head.

"And what am I?" Harry asked excitedly.

"You're half-blood," Hermione answered, "Your mum was muggle-born, like me, and your dad was pure-blood, like Ron."

Harry smiled and the three sat in silence for a few minutes as Harry drank all the information in. It was only just hitting him, he was a wizard. And a famous wizard as well. He didn't live with the Dursley's anymore; that must have been amazing. And he lived with his two best friends and… his best friends' sister…

"Do I have a job?" He asked quickly, trying to push the thought of marriage at eleven years old out of his mind.

"Yes, you're head auror at the Ministry of Magic, the youngest ever! But before that you were helping to get the Ministry back to normal after it was taken over by Voldemort." Hermione answered happily.

"Auror?" Harry repeated.

"Dark wizard hunter," Ron answered as if it were the coolest thing in the world. "That's how you got here…"

"Ron…" Hermione hissed.

"Here?" Harry said, "How?"

Hermione tutted but answered Harry's question nevertheless. "There were some Death Eaters – Voldemort's old followers – who escaped from Azkaban, the wizard prison. They attacked at our house to try and get to you, probably wanting revenge on you for killing their 'master' or something. And you chased after them while Ron and I went to the ministry, thinking you could handle it… And then Ginny went after you…"

"We told her not to, the stupid prat…" Ron cut in.

"But when she called out your name you turned around and apparently there was another Death Eater right behind you," Hermione continued. "That's why Ginny called out for you apparently, to let you know that you were being followed. And this Death Eater hit you on the head and you fell off your broom and fell over two hundred feet, I'd say."

"Why didn't Ginny catch me?" Harry asked.

"She was too far away," Hermione answered. "Instead she went after the Death Eater that pushed you, but whoever it was flew so quick that she couldn't even tell who it was."

"Since then you've been unconscious in here for two months," Ron said, "We've been so worried."

Strangely, a smile appeared on Harry's face. This had been the most confusing day in his eleven year life, maybe his twenty years, he didn't know… And yet here he was, smiling with two people, basically strangers to him, about how he had almost died.

"Harry, what is it?" Hermione asked, noticing his smile.

"I just…" Harry stumbled, "Thank you, for caring about me… No one has ever cared about me before…"

Both Ron and Hermione smiled sympathetically back.

"Harry, you really have no idea how many people have cared about you in the past nine years, do you?" Ron asked.

"I…" Harry tried, "I can't remember…"

"It's ok," Hermione smiled, "We'll tell you."

Harry smiled again just as there was a knock on the door and Ron's sister walked in. Her face was now dry, and it looked as though she had suddenly had a lot of sleep.

"Sorry guys…" She muttered, "I was just wondering… "Could I talk to Harry?"

Ron and Hermione looked at each other and then up at Harry. He shrugged, not really knowing what to say. But he supposed that meeting three strangers in a day was no worse than meeting two.

"We'll wait outside, Ginny," Ron said as they stood up to leave.

Ginny nodded at them and walked over to the chair that Hermione had just left. She watched them shut the door and then turned around to Harry.

"I'm… I'm sorry about earlier," She stuttered.

"Me too," Harry replied quietly.

"I just, I think there are a few things we need to talk about…"

A/N Heya, I hope this chapter is ok… It was quite difficult to write as there were so many things Harry needed to find out. The chapters will get a lot better I promise. I think the next one will be particularly good… Anyway, thank you so much for reading, please review hehe!! It spurs me on!