Fan Fiction ❯ Who am I ❯ he forgot it all ( Chapter 2 )

Harry awoke with a start and spit out a foul smelling and tasting liquid in his mouth and blinked rapidly trying to clear his vision and his surroundings. He saw Wormtail was holding a spoon and a small cauldron full of a foul smelling potion. "You!" he exclaimed angrily and aimed a kick at the shocked betrayers head and knocked him away spilling the potion to the ground where is spread across the floor still smoking.

Then a voice that sounded very familiar said "Wormtail you fool, did you spill that cauldron, that potion is very hard to make". Bellatrix marched into the room and saw Wormtail getting up and cursing and Harry fully awake looking angry and mildly frightened tied and sitting on the floor. She smiled and said "well looks like our subject is awake, but I'm sure you will be so much more cooperative in the very near future"

"What do you mean I will be more cooperative? I'd never help you!" But he was quietly trying to loosen his bonds around his hand and felt them give a little.

"That would normally be true Potter", sneered Bellatrix smiling slightly "but you see the potion you drank before you awakened is designed to remove your memory, a memory charm could be used but it is not specific enough for what the Dark Lord is after so very soon you will have no memories of yourself".

Harry was becoming very nervous and began to focus on getting out of here, but he began to have trouble concentrating and he suddenly looked at the women in front of him and didn't remember her name, he knew at one point he knew it, but now he couldn't recall it. He blinked and shook his head trying to remember but he looked up at the woman's smiling face and couldn't remember seeing her all his life. But he continued to loosen his bonds, that were very week now, but he had trouble remembering why he was trying to get away.

Bellatrix smiled as Harry's expression went from fear to confusion very quickly and she knew that the potion was taking affect and that he wouldn't remember a thing about himself in about a minute so she turned as was about to leave when Wormtail yelled and she turned sharply around, and a small wad of rope hit her full in the face causing her to flinch.

Harry grabbed her wand that was being held loosely at her side and yelled "Stupefy!" causing her to fall over unconscious and blew open the door by yelling "Ruducto!" and ran through. Sitting in a chair were two Death Eaters sitting at a table with his wand lying between them, Harry was about to stun them when he forgot the word for the spell. So he gave up on stunning them and yelled "Accio Wand!" and his own wand flew into his hand. He paused and tried to remember what he was dong but again was frustrated and worried whet he couldn't recall it but the two men in front of him raised their wands and he shouted on instinct "Cindrus!" and thick, black ash filled the room and the building.

Harry began to become worried when he couldn't remember the first few years of his life and was trying not to forget what he was doing by focusing on escaping as hard as he could. He saw a window through the ash and ran towards coughing on the ash that was starting to dissipate and he jumped through the window shattering the frame and receiving several cuts from broken glass.

Harry picked himself up and ran down a dingy back street having no clue where he was or where he could go and still felt his memory seeping away so he couldn't even remember his friends names and had trouble remembering if he even had friends. Then a figure blasted through a wall of the building and he wheeled around and shot back the only spell he could remember "Ruducto!" and the street in front of the figure exploded. Harry ran as fast as he could but was having trouble remembering what he was running from so he sped halfway down an alleyway off the street and stood panting in the gloom wondering what to do.

He felt a sticky wetness in his hand and held his palm up to the light and saw a small piece of glass imbedded deep in the palm of his hand and the cut was oozing blood all over his hand. Then Harry was struck with an idea he grimaced as he pulled the glass out and on the back of his uninjured hand he cut into his skin his own name hoping that he would remember it. He blinked and shook his head often trying to clear his head and remember his name long enough to finish it. He just started carving the Y when he blinked one last time and he forgot it all, he forgot his name and who he was, everything. He knew he lived a life but he couldn't recall it at all. He racked his brain trying to remember but he couldn't find a single memory in his empty head. He then looked at his bleeding hand and wondered how it started to bleed he wiped the blood away and it reveled a name, was it his? He was wandering this when he herd a trashcan being knocked over a little ways down the ally and he raised his clenched fists and noticed a polished stick in his hand and one vague and forgotten part of him was grateful to see it but his main self was confused why he was holding it. But an unusual voice asked from the darkness "well, what kind of power do you have"