-Love and Forget: These Loving Memories-
By: Concubine99

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its context.

Warning(s): Slash, Amnesia, Sexual Context, Angst, Mpreg, Language, Underage -Harry's sixteen-

Main Paring: Tom Riddle(Voldemort)/Harry Potter

Side Pairings: Sirius/Remus, Severus/Lucius, Draco/Blaise, Ron/Hermione,

Summary: Harry's memories are gone but he's gained an imaginary life with three friends who have their own drama and a lover- a Tom who's known by the world as the Dark Lord Voldemort.

Beta: None this chapter

A/N: Aw! I was so happy that I got Spanish reviewers. Just like in my English, I make mistake in my Spanish. So I'm glad there are people who know their Spanish and can point out a typo or something. Anyway, just for future reference, Celino's Spanish is supposed to be somewhat awkward and "choppy".

Jade: Part I
Like this false potion, like our complicated lives

They arrived in a quiet fashion, Harry's arm wrapped in Tom's. Their portrait was nicely wrapped, shrunken and the still wet paint protected by a simple charm.

Harry titled his head up and his lips curled into a beautiful smile. "Thank you," he mumbled softly and Tom almost missed it.

"Anything for you," Tom said softly as he leaned down and brushed his lips against soft ones. "My sweet little Harry."

"I-I like you…" Harry mumbled, his green eyes closing for a moment, "Maybe not love…but I- thank you…Tom…"

They opened and they met red ones. They held a calculating glint that was not as cold as it could have been. It was almost warm and Harry's heart skipped a beat. "To-"

"My Lord…you've returned."

They turned, the moment shattered by the appearance of a Death Eater.

"Severus…what are you doing here…" Voldemort muttered in a peevish manner but it occurred to him what the date was and he felt something close to frustration grip him.

How could he have forgotten?

"My Lord-"

"Yes, yes…do you have the potion, Severus?" he asked and he noticed the Potion Master jump as if he was struck.

"Yes, my Lord."

"Hm…I wish to speak with you, wait for me in my study. Contact Lucius as well. I need him to run an errand for me."

"Of course," Severus said with a slight bow and he left the room in quick steps, his posture tense and reeked of distress.

"Harry, I-"

"Let me guess, you gotta go?" Harry muttered as he pulled away from Tom's grasp. "It's ok…I'm gonna try and find Nagini…"

"Alright…perhaps Draco will come with Lucius, Harry" Tom said softly as he caressed Harry's cheek. The boy smiled weakly but he moved away from Tom's touch.

The older wizard frowned. "Harry-"

"Send Draco to the gardens, if he comes," Harry muttered as he gave a small, quick smile before he turned and left the older wizard alone.

Tom's hand twitched in frustration and with an inhuman growl, he turned and left the room.

"Why are you there, Severus?"

"Does it matter?"

"Not particularly but it will satisfy my curiosity…"

"Lucius," Severus hissed, "The Lord wishes you here. Stop these games."

"Hm…alright, alright. Make room-"

"Lucius, bring your boy as well," Voldemort mumbled as he entered the room, his eyes landing on the fireplace. "I need him to seek out the brat."

"That might be a problem, My Lord…"

"And why is that?" Voldemort snapped harshly and Severus noticed Lucius flinch.

"He is currently with Zabini…"

"That is no concern of mine. I want him here, now!"

"Of course…" the connection died down and Severus turned towards the Dark Lord, his expression hidden behind the mask.

"Take off your mask, Severus…I wish to see that face of yours!" Voldemort growled as he sat down on his large chair, his red eyes a darker shade than usual.

Severus felt his palms become sweaty and he couldn't rationalize why he was suddenly so frightened. True, he stood before one of the most powerful wizards in the world, a wizard who was at best a ruthless, malicious, power-hungry narcissistic bastard. But he was also quite…rational as long as he wasn't too angry anyways. And yet Severus could not dispel the feeling of utter dread.

"Well, aren't you glowing!" Voldemort said with a twisted smirk and hateful eyes, "Now, now…have you been doing naughty things with Lucius again? Won't Narcissa be displeased!"

"My Lord-"

"I do so hope your little affair will not hinder you or Lucius," Voldemort cut him off, his chin resting upon his open palm, "Anyway, where is it? Let me see this potion."

Severus pulled a small bag from robes and placed it on the desk, his hand slowly returning to his side as if he deeply regretted placing the pouch on the desk.

Voldemort through Severus a dark look as he opened the pouch and took out a small vial. "How many did you bring me?"

"Enough for two weeks. He must take one before retiring to bed, and only then."

Voldemort brought the vial up towards the light and he eyed the swirling liquid critically. "How much heartstring?"

"Three per patch. Any more and no doubt he would go into cardiac arrest with a simple walk around the gardens."

"Hmm…you say he must take it before bed? May I ask why?" Voldemort said softly and Severus nearly rolled his eyes. How the Dark Lord said it, it made it sound as if he, a mere servant, had a choice.

"Of course, my Lord. The heartstring will begin to take affect almost immediately and therefore, he should not do anything…strenuous afterwards. After a nights rest, the affects should have dimmed enough not to cause too much damage."

"Hmm…" Voldemort hummed as he opened the vial and sniffed it. His red eyes narrowed. "It does not smell like I would have imagined…" he mumbled, waiting for an explanation.

Severus' shoulders stiffened. "The potion is rather foul to drink and so I thought it would be…nice to give it a better flavor…"

Thin lips curled into a nasty smile. "How large your heart truly is, Severus," Voldemort said as he stood up and walked towards his Death Eater. "Was it breaking when you made his potion, knowing the affects it would have on the little boy?" Thin fingers grasped Severus' chin and the Potion Master almost flinched.

"How wrong they are to think you do not have a heart," Voldemort mumbled, his red eyes shinning in a manner that was almost mocking. "You have too large a heart. Perhaps your heart is the reason for your treason against me?"

"I would nev-"

"Do not think me a fool, Severus," Voldemort hissed harshly, his grip against Severus's face tightening. "Do not think me a fool. I know, I know of your lose of faith. When did it happen? When did you stop being my sweet little Severus?"

"When was I ever your sweet little Severus, my Lord?"

Voldemort chuckled, "Never. You were always Lucius' sweet little thing, but you were at times my favorite. How could you not? But you betray me, and for what? For a group of fools?"

"I have never betrayed you, My Lord."

"Do you know why I still keep you, Severus?"

"I-"

"-Because you are more valuable alive than dead. Besides, I know there are other spies in my ranks and no doubt most, if not all, report to Dumbledore. Your reports are mostly useless and do not cover anything he would not already know through his other spies. Also, with you, here, taking "care" of the brat, you can tell them in great detail of Potter's transformation. Of his love for me! Won't that be wonderful, Severus?"

"Of course," Severus said and Voldemort frowned. "You are no fun, Severus, when you do not show a hint of emotion."

The Dark Lord moved away and sat behind his desk without another word.

"My Lord…?"

"Do know that the moment you betray me fully, I will break Lucius in two, have Narcissa tortured and their son will become my Death Eater plaything," Voldemort mumbled idly, as if they were speaking about the weather.

Severus felt a shiver run through him but he bowed and let the words passed his lips, "I expect nothing less, My Lord. Rest assured I will never betray your trust."

Voldemort snorted mockingly, "For your lover's sake, I hope you are saying the truth."

Celino's eyes filled with tears as they stared at his husband and Nott felt his heart tightened and stretch.

"Please, love, please do not cry," he mumbled as he walked towards his lean spouse, his hands grasping Celino's face. "Please do not cry…"

"Eres tan malo! Un maldito! No me quieres, no me quieres! Solamente me quieres- because I look good attached to your side!" Celino finished and those tears fell, staining his cheek.

"No, no, please, that's not true, please," Lord Nott continued to mutter as he wiped away those tears, "I love you, I do…please…"

"You- you cage me! You- you hate my family and my previous life, did you not fall in love with my while I danced?"

"Yes, and I fell in love with you when you spoke to me, when you yelled at me for torturing that man that loved you, when you smiled at me. I fell in love with you many times but you are no longer Celino of the Gypsy, you are my spouse, part of the Nott family. I will not have you acting like some house-elf, you are much better than that!"

"I was- was not better than that while I was growing up!" Celino hissed, "I was part of a large family, I danced when I wished and sang when I wished! I am tired of-"

"Do you not love me, Celino? Has your love for me shriveled and blossomed into hate? Do you wish to leave me? Is that it?" Nott asked as he pulled away from Celino, his dark eyes filling with pain.

Celino stared at his husband with something close to shock. His eyes widened and with a sudden zeal, he nearly slammed his self against his husband as he wrapped his arms around him in an almost desperate manner. "No, por favor, no! Yo te amor! No te odio! Crea me!"

"You hate me for caging you, you don't-" Nott continued as he tried to pry off his spouse but Celino simply tightened his hold.

"No! Please, no! Don't say such things, I love you!" Celino whispered almost harshly as he leaned against the larger man even more and kissed Nott on the lips. The man stood tense and did not respond to the kiss and Celino let out a small sob as he pulled away and stared up at the large man with pleading, pale eyes.

"You are the one that does not love me!" Celino finally said. "You wish to leave me! You do! You tire of me." His voice cracked and his accent came out thick. He stepped further away, his arms encircling himself as he walked towards the far side of their room.

"Celino, you know that is not true," Nott said slowly, "I love you-"

"You do not care for me at all! You-"

"Neither do you!" Nott snapped, his gravelly voice coming out harsh. Celino flinched at the cold tone. "You are my spouse! Mine! You are no longer the son of a Chief or the fiancé of a neighbor; you are mine, part of my family! You are not some wild animal! You are-"

"You wish to change me!" Celino accused, "You love a part of me that does not exist!"

"No, I love every part of your but you must realize, after so many years, Celino that you cannot do whatever you wish! You must have some class!"

Celino whimpered as he closed his eyes and Nott sighed as he walked towards his spouse. He wrapped his large arms around the thin male and brought him closer to his chest. "Please, Celino? You were doing so well…"

"Amo…"

"I love you…" Nott whispered as he kissed the top of the head. "I love you very much…" his voice had that certain edge to it, the certain edge that had people changing the subject while in Lord Nott's presence and just like their son Theodore, Celino knew it well and did the wisest thing. He went along with it.

"I- yo también…please amo, can you love me now?"

Nott felt his lips tug into a smirk, "Hmm, does my love miss my warmth?"

"I miss my husband…" Celino said softly. He loved his husband dearly, more than he loved his family and his once wild and free life; reason why it took nearly eighteen years for him to confront his husband about his "cage". Maybe in another decade or so, he would bring up the subject once more.

I know, it's awfully short but I'm not too inspired right now and I wanted to get this out to you guys! So I'm planning on having "Jade" cut into two or maybe three parts!

Sorry! Next chapter will be my regular length, promise!

Anyway, don't be too cruel to me and I hope you guys review! Oh, no this is not Voldemort/Severus on the side. Tommy just knows how to push Severus' bottom and he's looking for a certain reaction from the Potion Master. Anyway, hope you guys liked it!

Oh, this isn't beta so sorry for any mistakes!

Translations:

"Eres tan malo! Un maldito! No me quieres, no me quieres! Solamente me quieres- because I look good attached to your side!" - "You're so mean! A 'bastard'! You don't love me, you don't love me! You only like me - because I look good attached to your side".

The term maldito doesn't really mean "bastard." It means more like "damned person, cursed person, etc." Depending on which country, it can be very insulting.

"No, por favor, no! Yo te amor! No te odio! Crea me!" – "No, please, no! I love you! I don't hate you! Believe me!"

"Amo…" – can mean "Master" or "Lord" or a term describing the head of the family.

"I- yo también…please amo, can you love me now?" – "I- Me too…please, 'master', can you love me?"