Forgotten

Summary: Harry grew up with the Cullens from a young age. Before the war really started, Harry accidentally erased the memory of his family and mate to keep them safe. Now the war is over. Will his life regain some kind of normalcy? Will he be able to get his family back? Will he even want to try?

Pairing: Harry Potter/Edward Cullen

Category: Harry Potter/Twilight

Genre: Romance/Family

Rating: M/NC-17

Warnings: Mature themes, some angst, slash, gay (male/male) relationships, drama, gay sex, crossover, AU

Last time:

Harry drew in a deep breath and for the first time in over two years he admitted the truth.

Now:

"I don't think I am welcome with them anymore," he said almost inaudible, not looking up at the headmaster.

"Why?" the man asked. He could not imagine any circumstance that would keep the family of vampires from Harry. In fact he had been surprised that they had not come to Britain with Harry after the summer before his fifth year to fight Voldemort with him. He had been relieved, that was true, but he still had been surprised. All of them were known amongst the staff and Harry's close friends to be very protective of the young wizard and the scenario of them not wanting him anymore was unimaginable.

"They don't remember," Harry answered so low that Dumbledore had trouble catching it. The older man frowned.

"They don't remember, Harry?" He did not understand what the younger was telling him. How could they have forgotten their child or brother or even worse their mate? Yes he knew that Harry and Edward were mates. He had known it from both Harry and Edward for both had come to him after they had found out one way or the other. Both thought that the other did not know and would not want him; only thinking the other only loved him as a brother and would always only see him as a brother. He had been happy for the two but had told himself that they had to work that out themselves. So he had not interfered.

"I am sorry but you will have to tell me more. I fear I don't quite understand you."

"Ikindaerasedtheirmemories," Harry mumbled so low and fast that Albus was quite sure not even one of Harry's family members would have been able to understand him. Harry felt like a small child that admitted he had broken something and finally looked fearfully up at the headmaster.

"What was that, Harry, I didn't quite catch that," the old man said gently, trying to reassure his student.

Harry drew in another deep breath, closed his eyes and repeated what he had said before.

"I said that I kinda erased their memories of me."

Albus sat in stunned silence. He took another lemon drop and plopped it into his mouth, somewhat unable to understand what Harry had just told him. How had a fifteen year old, for that was how old Harry had been the last time he had been with his family, been able to erase the memories of seven vampires? Even one was a nearly impossible feat, but seven? Not to mention that it was even more difficult to erase to memories the more emotions were involved and all of them had been more than close to Harry. But he knew that at the moment he would not be able to find out how Harry had done it for most likely the boy didn't even know himself.

"Why? Why would you want to erase their memories of you?" he settled for, knowing that the why might give him a clue about the how.

Harry shuddered but nevertheless he started to tell his mentor what had happened that day before he had come back to Britain. Somehow now that he had already told Albus the worst of it he felt better and knew he would feel even better once he had told the whole story. Besides he knew that Albus would understand, maybe even be able to help somehow.

"Because I told them of Voldemort's return. You remember that I had asked you not to tell them about that and the prophecy as I wanted them to know on my terms?" he asked and waited until Albus nodded. "Well I haven't told them the whole summer and only did it the evening before I was to leave. They were mad at me for not telling them sooner and in that moment I honestly regretted to have told them at all, but then they wanted to come with me and that was even worse. I know I couldn't have done anything against it now, but then I blamed myself for the death of Cedric and feared that they would get hurt too. I couldn't loose them. I just couldn't. So I wished that they wouldn't remember and that there would be nothing in the house to make them remember."

Albus looked at Harry contemplating what he had just heard. He could not blame the young man for wanting to keep his family safe. Somehow his magic had made that possible in erasing their memories for when they did not remember him they would not run into some unknown situation and endanger the coven. For example by following Harry to Britain. For the danger would not only have been from Voldemort, as they would have been major targets, should the man had known they existed, but also from the ministry and the wizarding public when they learned who was raising their savior. That had been the reason the family had fled to America. There nobody would persecute them for being vampires and there they would be safe from all parties that meant them harm.

"Are you sure you erased their memories?" the older man asked.

"Yes," Harry answered, nodding.

"How can you be sure? Are there any proofs for this?"

Harry nodded and went to tell his mentor his clues as to why he was sure he had erased the memories of him from the minds of his family.

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