Forgetfulness chapter1
He jumped. Harry after all he been through the Dursleys, the second war, learning about his own immortality that he ironically got when trying to kill a man in search of immortality, the Muggles discovering them, and finally the extinction of his own kind. All that was left in fact was, funnily enough, magical artefacts. The stone, the cloak, the wand, and the Veil of Death. Despite the complete destruction of the Department of Mysteries the Veil still stood surrounded by nothing and everything rather fitting for a passage of realms or a gateway to death. So when he was the last living thing on the planet, except for three cockroaches which Harry named Diana, Aurora, and the last one which he knew was a boy but forgot why he knew, was named Cornelius. Harry forgot why that name mattered but then again Harry forgot a lot of things.
He didn't forget the name of the stars (which amusingly enough became visible again once all the humans were gone), magic, the hallows, his name, or the Veil. But he did forget why the Veil made him sad, or why the moon always made him think a strange things called Nargles, and why whenever he thought of rats he was filled with rage. Harry simply believed these things to be how the world was, and to accept it. Harry didn't think he also forgot what plants were, that was until he jumped into the veil. It took him a week to figure out why the strangle alive primarily green but occasionally multi-coloured things seemed so familiar. For Harry's credit, he spent most of his time looking at the sky and trying to remember how to make his chest move up and down, it reminded him of the time he forgot how to move his fingers that was a rather painful experience. The breathing took about a couple of days, well what Harry thinks are days, days are after all when the sun passes around twelve times. Harry feels something is right about that but also very wrong, but time does not matter, not really.
Harry's first 'real' living thing that he sees is a rather odd creature. It towered over the trees and reminded him of something called an elepascope or something of the likes of that. They creature also had large tusks and a strange skin like rope on his head, his mind thought up the word trunk. But that just confused Harry more, trucks according to his memory were supposed to be in the back of 'cars'. Harry decided not to think of it and continued on breathing the lovely scented air. Harry didn't move much but he distantly remembered that he should build a shelter. So when he saw an area of land covered by trees but no actual trees in the patch he thought it was perfect. Harry willed the magic into his wand to do what he wanted it to do, and the logs that were far too heavy before were now setting themselves into a perfect house. Harry willed some of the logs to be cut into pretty dark and light wooden planks that soon became the floors to his new home. When Harry enters the room he knew many things were missing but thought that this would do for now. Before sleeping on the magical comfy floor Harry put up an invisible dome that would not only prevent people from seeing his new home but also from harming it.
The next morning was nice, there was strange sounds that while pleasant, were everywhere. Harry knew they were not dangerous though and that is what mattered. A bit of exploration was needed 'scope out the area' a voice in his head said and for some reason when he focused on it he would recall a mad eye. There were even more colourful plants then what Harry first thought, but what surprised him the most was that the trees spoke. They called themselves ents and were generally very kind. When Harry told him his confusion on what to put into his house the helped "a bed, a dresser for clothes, a kitchen, and a bath!" The youngling Ents would say, they based these things off of what the people said when the rarely passed by. Harry himself remembered what those things are deep into his subconscious, he just needed a little reminder. Which is what he got.
Four days later there were five beautiful beds, which had the engravings of flowers all around the rim. The beds were circular and made of the softest things Harry could find, then they were bundled to gather in a large white blanket that acted as the mattress, Harry even did the same spell he did to the floor on to the mattress to be sure of its comfiness. He did that to all the beds, even the one that was slightly bigger the others which was Harry's own bed. Later Harry found a large, extremely large animal with fur everywhere and the best or worst thing about it was that it attacked Harry! Why is that a good thing? It gave Harry an excuse to use it hide as blankets, Harry would have felt guilty otherwise. He then went up to a pile of pretty white stone a transfigured it into a stove, oven, fridge, countertops, and cabinets. The fridge had a cooling charm placed onto it, the stove and oven a warming charm, and the cabinets had a preservation charm. Harry magicked walls up too separate the rooms. The living room was almost all windows, with a bunch of couches, chairs, and a small storage thing in which he kept extra blankets. The lights in all the rooms were the same, little balls of floating light that occasionally moved to fit you best. Harry also had a weaponry/training room, a library, and a potions lab. The library was made after the Ents kept bringing back books they 'found'. Harry spent his days reading, training, making weapons, and talking to the ents and the occasional snake. It was peaceful, and quiet.
That was until the forest started to disappear, at first no one knew why until a snake which escaped from the destruction said that these beings called themselves 'orcs'. Hideous, ugly, grey, and small mouthed is how they were described. This made Harry concerned he started to like the ents, after all they were the first things he could have an actual conversation with in ten thousand years. So Harry went out and killed them, but something was odd. He could understand the orcs and according to the ents and snakes they spoke a horrible garbled mess. Harry didn't believe he sounded like that, but he forgot how he looked. The orcs didn't have hair, and if they had any it was stringy and in patches. Harry's was silky and full, it was long and wavy so long that Harry considered cutting it, but he didn't want to have anything close to a resemblance to an Orc. Harry also grew gardens, mostly for food, but they plants were so pretty Harry decided to add a pond to complete the view. After conjuring a couple of Koi fish that Harry remembered seeing once a long time ago, he added a built in food dispenser in case he had to go somewhere. It was nice but Harry wondered if there were any beings like wizards/witches like how his own world used to be.
The Fangorn Forest, was thick, large, and in need of exploration. Now that Sauron was gone the orcs have been going into hiding, in forests. The orcs though were avoiding this forest; some didn't even seem able to see it. It was magical, and that is what made Gandalf decide to find out what was causing this. He already knew it wasn't the ents for not even they could stop the orcs from entering their forest. So Gandalf began his journey of discovery, he went through the path and talked to the ents. They spoke of a person not of elves or men and he could do magic. Gandalf was doubtful, the ents said that the person looked like an elf without the ears, and they also have never seen one that looked so young. But even with his disbelief he still made sure to sense magic which is how he stumbled upon a clearing completely shrouded in magic, magic with the intent to hide.
Gandalf brought up his staff and willed the field down. What he was expecting was not what he found. A beautiful castle lay where it once seemed to only be able to fit a cottage. The castle was made up of a strange stone of sorts, the castle wasn't your average sized castle but rather large all the same. What one would think was two stories turned out to be a one floor. The windows reached to the ceiling and ended to the floor. Inside there were gorgeous engraving and actual flowers that even Gandalf had never seen before. The chairs and longer chairs were not normal, and they actually seemed to be beds in the shape of other furniture. The ground was all hardwood except for the rugs which didn't seem to be fur but actually moss.
Gandalf was startled by a slight tap on his shoulders. "Well hello there." An unrecognisable accented voice said to him. Turning around Gandalf sees a person with long, silky, obsidian black hair that was slightly curled. The face was one he had seen on only the elves, though this face could bring an elf to shame. A pale almost white complexion with perfect lips and nose, his eyes were large, and the endless green was highlighted by long, black, curled eyelashes. He had the immortal glow much like an elf but it was different. Purer, and older. Gandalf was so distracted that he almost didn't notice the long black snake wrapped around the others neck.
"Hello to you as well, I am Gandalf the Grey. You are?"
" I am Hadrian Harry Peverell, is it okay if I call you Albus?" The newly dubbed Hadrian asked.
"Only if you are calling me it out of respect for another. Hadrian and Harrie are rather odd names." Gandalf said while smoking a pipe. The smoke when reaching Hadrian was cut away as if a blade was there.
"I'm reminded of someone named Albus I do not remember if they were good or not but I believe so. All the people I get sad over are almost always good people. And where I'm from Harrys and Hadrian are very normal names while Gandalf is most odd." Hadrian said while twirling his hair.
"Well you are not there and haven't been there for quite some time. Now may I come inside?" Gandalf asked him not rudely, but nor was he polite.
"Ah yes, I have some questions if that okay with you? Would you like some hot chocolate?" Hadrian said while opening the door.
"What is 'hot chocolate'?" Gandalf asked. He had never heard of such a thing and wondered what it was.
"O, it's a liquified chocolate. You do know what chocolate is don't you? Well anyways, it's drinkable chocolate that's hot. I remember a wolf telling me to eat chocolate, it would make me feel better. That motto has yet to let me down." Said Hadrian who was completely oblivious to Gandalf's disbelieving look.
'A wolf told him? Is he after all a woodland elf? No despite his gracefulness and looks he is not an elf.' While Gandalf was thinking this Hadrian was making two cups of hot chocolate and humming a tune he could distantly recall. He could remember one verse though; London Bridge is falling down.
Harry interrupted Gandalf from his musings with a cup of steaming hot chocolate. "So Albus, may I ask how you were able to see my home?" Asked Hadrian in curiosity, internally hoping that Gandalf was a fellow magic wielder.
"I noticed that orcs were avoiding this forest, and when I talked to the Ents they said that a wielder of Magic lived here and that he was killing and warding off the orcs. So I went searching for any heavy magic and came across a suspicious clearing hidden by magic."
"What is the world like?" Hadrian was nearly bouncing up and down in his seat in excitement.
And that was the start of many long stories, yes many. Gandalf decided to stay a while, he never knowing truly why himself but he never regretted it. Hadrian had four extra beds and he quickly agreed to Gandalf staying. Gandalf and Harry lived together for twenty years. Quite some time for some but not at all long for the two beings. In that time the two became close, and eventually when Gandalf had to leave, he convinced Hadrian to go with him. To explore the world for himself.
The two travelled together, and eventually met Lady Galadriel, whom Hadrian disliked the minute she tried to enter his mind without his permission. Hadrian even tried to insult her but his insults were either to odd that Galadriel wasn't even sure what she was supposed to be offended by, or the insults came from somewhere in Hadrian's memory which would make his face scrunch up adorably and she wasn't sure even if she was offended that she would punish him. In the end an odd friendship formed between the two that Hadrian was completely oblivious to. Hadrian while intelligent did not understand people, their motivations, their emotions, and their thoughts. He was innocent in a way, not in a life threatening way but in a sweeter way. That didn't mean that they refused to acknowledge the obvious mental issues Hadrian had, they simply did not know if there was a way to help with his memory. What they didn't know was that if Hadrian remembering everything would have made him slightly murderous. By slightly murderous, actually meaning that he would destroy species or in other words genocide. Well, anyways Hadrian did not have his memory's and while he was slightly cracked he had not shattered.