-Summary: Harry loses his memory after Sirius' death -
he remembers nothing but his life at Privet Drive and the magic he's learned.
Once he re-meets everyone, his life is turned upside down... Rated R, Boy/Boy
love, Language, etc.
-Pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
-Author Notes: Whew, this is kinda hard! But it's fun
at the same time. Again, there are bound to be some errors but please bear
with me. I'll get better, I promise. :)
***
Harry had nothing. He'd started to remember the items he'd had
(like his father's invisibility cloak), but he still couldn't remember
anyone he'd met at Hogwarts. He was glad, too - he suspected he'd been
treated rather unfairly because of his scar; why else would he have snapped
and been sent to St. Mungo's? Deep in his mind he knew it was because of
his emotional instability, but he tried to keep composure by overlooking
that fact.
He walked next to the man, his hand in his pocket, being careful
not to touch the gum wrapper, because as soon as he did, his mind would
go blank and he would get the huge mental image of it again. Why does that
happen?, he wondered, his neck prickling. He shook off the weird feeling
and glanced at the man beside him.
The man was tall, with a long white beard and piercing
blue eyes hidden behind half-moon spectacles. He looked so familiar, so
caring, and yet Harry knew he didn't like this man at all. "What's your
name?" asked Harry.
Right away the man answered, "Ah, it is such a pity to see that
you do not even remember me, your own Headmaster. I am Albus Dumbledore."
Harry looked back ahead to see where they were and was pleased
to find that they had stopped walking and were standing in front of the
fireplace. Dumbledore handed a jar to Harry and started to explain how
to use the Floo Powder. Harry cut him off sharply and said, "I know how
to use it. Just hand it to me. We're going to Hogwarts, right?"
The Headmaster nodded, his eyes following Harry closely. Something
was definitely different about the boy - the Aurors hadn't been lying when
they brought Harry to him.
Harry grabbed a hefty handful of the gritty powder, stepped into
the fireplace, and said clearly, "Hogwarts!" At that moment, a bright green
light filled the fireplace and Harry was instantly delighted to feel himself
travelling elsewhere. He was surrounded by this intense feeling of ecstasy
at the glorious emerald light, and opened his mouth to laugh loudly. He
remembered parts of his parents' death and the bright flash of green he'd
seen when Voldemort had tried to kill him... but he didn't stop to question
why the sight delighted him now, because he had rolled out of Dumbledore's
fireplace. He hit the Headmaster's desk, sending dust flying.
Shortly after, there was another flash of green and Dumbledore
sprang from the fireplace, seemingly untouched by the ashes. He landed
softly in the carpet and strode over to his desk, where he proceeded to
pick up Harry's wand and cauldron, which was full of Harry's schoolthings.
"We have taken the liberty of sending Hedwig to the owlery already,
and we got your new school supplies from Diagon Alley. I will give you
your wand back if you can tell me you will try to control your feelings
a little better than we saw back at the Ministry of Magic," Dumbledore's
words poured from his mouth smoothly.
"Yeah, sure," replied Harry, grabbing for his wand. He put on
his robes and stuffed the wand in a pocket inside. In a flash of memories
before leaving St. Mungo's, he had remembered Sirius - who he was and the
veil in which he had fell. Harry wished he could just get away from this
man called Dumbledore. He felt somehow as though it was his Headmaster's
fault that Sirius had died.
Dumbledore silently handed his cauldron to him and said, "There
is no time for you to go get supper at the Great Hall, so you will find
an assortment of the feast's specialties in your dormitory. I know you
don't remember how to get there, so Ron is here to help you." He waved
his hand and the door to his office flew open.
Ron Weasley ran in, gasping for breath, and caught Harry in a
tight bear-hug. "Welcome back, mate! We were so worried about you. Thought
you'd never make it back to our world again. Hermione's waiting in the
Common Room for you, so let's hurry up and go." He grabbed up Harry's cauldron
and said cheerfully, "Don't worry about this, I'll carry it for you!"
Harry watched the red-haired boy walk out of Dumbledore's office
and wait just outside, on the stairs. Harry turned again to look at Dumbledore,
stared at him for a quick moment, and followed Ron to the door.
"We hope to see you doing well in your classes again, Harry. If
you need anything, please alert Professor McGonagall and she will come
to me immediately," were Dumbledore's last words. Harry barely heard the
last few because he had not stopped to listen. He was out the door without
a look behind him.
***
Outside the hall, Harry almost ran to keep up with Ron's long
strides. Ron was almost a head taller than he was, which amounted to him
taking huge steps without meaning to. Of course, he was rushing to get
back to the Common Room so Harry could meet Hermione.
Harry slowed down a bit, forcing Ron to slow down as well, to
make sure Harry didn't get lost. Harry took in his surroundings, drinking
in the castle. He felt as if this was a new place, and he was getting a
new start to his life.
"Come on Harry, we've got to get back to Gryffindor Tower. Happy
16th birthday, by the way," Ron shouted behind him happily. "Though I imagine
you don't remember the presents we gave you..."
Harry didn't remember. He didn't remember the night he got angry
that Sirius was gone and his friends were still allowed to be here, on
this earth, and in his fit of fury he had smashed the presents. Ron's gift,
a bag of Fred and George's shop items, had been unfairly used on the Dursleys,
while Hermione's, a new book about love charms, had had all the pages ripped
out and torn to shreds. There was no mention ever again of Hagrid's present,
a baby Crup, which had been killed with a deadly poison. The tiny doglike
creature had tried to lick its new owner's face and had instead gotten
a faceful of purple poison. The poor thing was found soaked, the poison
reaching to its bones, and its eye sockets shriveled up, underneath a store
of food Harry had stolen from the Dursleys and hidden under the floorboards.
The Auror who had come in to check on him that night had seen the violent
mess of Harry's room and found him huddled in a corner behind a chair.
The Auror, Kingsley, smelled something hideous coming from the floor near
Harry's bed and found what Harry had done. He also noticed the terrible
state of the Dursleys, who had been waiting downstairs, trying to get Dudley's
butt (which had knocked over the refrigerator) from growing any bigger.
At this, he called Dumbledore immediately, and Harry was taken off to St.
Mungo's, and later, had his memory modified.
Harry had been so caught up with looking at the various mirrors
and ornaments in the castle, that before he knew it, his small frame had
collided with Ron, and he landed on his backside on the floor. Looking
up angrily, he saw that Ron had moved to the side and a huge painting had
opened. A bunch of people inside were pointing and laughing at Harry.
Harry was infuriated. He knew it was his fault for not watching
straight ahead where he was going, but it was his first day back, for Merlin's
sake! Who would actually expect him to to not look at the scenery? In an
instant, he answered himself, Exactly the type of friends I shouldn't
have.
He picked himself up, brushed off the dust, and forcefully pushed
his way through the crowd of people on the other side of the painting.
What seemed like a dozen hands reached out to grab and touch him, and Harry
snapped. He tore through the crowd and whipped around dangerously, glaring
at them all, his green eyes flashing.
"Sod off!" He shouted at the group of people, and it was instantly
quiet.
"What's wrong, Harry? We're only trying to welcome you back, you
know. Sure, you did go and wreck our presents, but that doesn't mean you
can do the same to us!" a girl with bushy gold hair shouted back.
What the hell is up with these people and their obsession with
gifts?!, thought Harry angrily. They aren't the only thing in the
world. Who gives a bloody damn if I wrecked them? I don't even remember
what they were, anyhow. Those morons modified my memory without my permission.
If I was having such a bad time with the ordeal, they should have asked
if there was anything I thought would help!
"First of all, I have no idea who any of you are, and I don't
even remember my years here. I only remember my parents being killed, a
horrid life with what people keep calling my 'family', and everything else
is a few spells and incantations that couldn't possibly help me now. They
made it perfectly clear at St. Mungo's that I'm a lost cause. What do you
expect me to do, welcome you in my waiting arms like I've never been happier
in my life? Just leave me alone, alright!" Harry shot back.
Everyone stared in shock. This wasn't their Harry. This wasn't
like him at all.
He turned around quickly and dashed up the stairs, leaving the
welcome party behind. It was only until he saw a bunch of doors that he
realized he had no clue which one was his own dormitory. Sighing, he closed
his eyes and leaned his head back against the nearest wall. Why did people
expect so much of him?
Almost instantly, a bright number "11" flashed in his mind and
Harry opened his eyes. He looked around quickly, and there - there it was!
A little ways off to the right, was a door with the number "11" on it.
He made his way towards it and cautiously opened the door. There was no
one in there and there were no bright lights like in the Common Room, he
noticed gladly. If there was one thing he would welcome right now, it was
the solitary dark.
The dormitory was filled with 15 beds, one on either side of the
wall, facing each other. One sat by itself in a far corner next to a tower
window. Harry chose this one and sprinted across the room towards it. He
flopped down and pulled the curtains shut. Who cares if this is someone
else's bed, he thought to himself. They can just find another one.
He turned his head to watch out the window through a crack in
the curtains, and saw a few shooting stars fly past in the sky. It was
nice and quiet in here. He only hoped it would stay that way when the party
died down and people came back up to go to sleep.
Harry's stomach suddenly gave a loud rumble, and he put a hand
over it to try and silence it. I forgot to get food, he thought.
Oh
well, it can wait until morning.
He turned over onto his side and slowly drifted off to sleep.
He had forgotten to change out of his robes and his brow was furrowed in
anger even though he slept.
And Harry dreamed. He dreamed about an intense emerald light surrounding
him and a high-pitched cackle that seemed to come from within himself.
In the dormitory, a strong wind blew his hair and lifted
it to reveal the thin, lightning shaped scar on his forehead. Harry Potter's
eyebrows still arched downward and he grinned in his sleep, so that he
looked like an evil maniac.
At this point, his scar flashed a deep, sick green...