Five - Sweet Memories

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an original fanfiction by olivia

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Five

Sweet Memories

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"My name is Severus Snape," the man stated. "I am supposed to be working for Lord Voldemort, but my actual master is Albus Dumbledore."

Patrick raised an eyebrow, wand still trained on the man. "Lord who? And who's this Dumblydum person?" He was crazy. He was insane. If he couldn't come up with a good explanation, Patrick would Stun him and make a call to the police.

The man—Severus—sighed, shaking his head. His dark curtain of hair swung with him. He looked wearier than ever, and Patrick felt himself feeling a little... sorry for the man. He looked so worn-out. "I've forgotten how complex these charms can be," Severus said finally, looking back up at the pair.

Victoria looked scared. "What charms?"

"I've put you under a mass memory charm, my dear. One of my finer creations, I must say. As it's been said, everything you've experienced for the past two years is false. You've been living lies—I created a past for you that isn't real. You aren't Patrick Mayfield and Victoria Waters. It's Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley."

"I don't believe you," Patrick snarled.

The man sighed again. "So unforgiving, so untrusting," he said. "Always were, Potter. Ever since you stepped foot into Hogwarts. Dumbledore once told me that you didn't even trust your dearest friends—ah, what did I name them? Oh yes, Elphan and Grace—about the prophecy in your fifth year."

Prophecy? This man was raving. But now Patrick was intrigued, and so he held his tongue.

"Now, I'm going to explain this all very quickly," Severus said. "Lord Voldemort is the most evil wizard in the world. He conspires to overthrow the Ministry of Magic and control Hogwarts. Long ago, he created seven Horcruxes, which are magical objects that conceal a part of a person's soul. Dumbledore is a great wizard, a great man, and Headmaster of Hogwarts. Good?"

Patrick and Victoria nodded in unison.

"Alright. I'm going to restore your memories now. A bit of confusion might follow: that's typical. Here we go. I'll explain further after."

He picked up his wand arm. "Finite Incantatem!"

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Harry is just a boy again, eleven, he thinks. He lies on a stone-cold floor, forehead aching under the pressure of the man crushing his windpipe on top of him. It is the man with two faces, the man he fears. But then everything goes black, and the scene changes…

“Avada Kedavra!”

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Harry Potter lay on the cold, dusty floor, lightning scar aching. Finally, he understood. It was all coming back to him.

He rubbed his scar feverishly, then turned and saw Ginny, his Ginny, lying on the floor beside him. He half-smiled when he saw her, and she sat up, blinking and disoriented. She half-smiled back, then closed her eyes again.

Harry had a headache. It was too much. His brain was running at quadruple speed, trying to process everything, but it was overloaded with thoughts and memories, rememberings and images. He sat too, glancing over at Ginny. Her eyes were still screwed tightly shut, her expression one of deep concentration.

Finally, after a deep sigh, he turned to face the man standing over them. The man he now recognized as Severus Snape.

“Snape,” he said coldly, standing. He hadn’t forgotten their rocky past.

Harry stood, brushing off his clothes. His scar ached, and he rubbed it with the palm of his hand again.

“How long has it been again?” he mumbled, looking down.

“Two years.”

“So what’s been happening with the Horcruxes since I was… incapacitated?” Harry asked.

“Dumbledore left me very strict instructions. He told me to kill him, then follow Voldemort’s orders until the Order was prepared to have Harry Potter kill him.”

“So what about the Horcruxes?” Ginny was looking at Harry quizzically, not knowing the meaning of the word ‘Horcrux’, but Harry ignored her, for now.

“Gone. All, gone. Slytherin’s ring, Hufflepuff’s cup, Ravenclaw’s diadem, Voldemort’s snake, Tom Riddle’s diary, and Gryffindor’s sword. That is why I chose now to bring you, Ms. and Mr. Weasley, and Ms. Granger out of your trances, which Lord Voldemort commanded me to. It is now you must choose to defeat Lord Voldemort… or not.”

Harry thought for about ten seconds, then voiced his answer.

“Yes.”

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A/n: Only two chapters to go!! Remember to review! :]

xxOlivia