-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.

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A/N: Please do read all the ending notes and the A/N's I put up. They may be long but a lot of the information is important!

Jade: Part II
Like the plants around us, like his soft words

Theodore, for as long as he could remember, could speak Spanish. Ever since his sixth birthday, he's taken private lessons; to…uh…improve his Spanish. Nowadays, his Spanish tended to sound slightly haughty with enough grace to convince just about everyone that he was born speaking the language.

Yet that disturbed him on many levels. His papa did not speak Spanish as he did, not as "correctly", although it was his first language. It was choppy, with loose sentences and although he used every verb in their correct form (usually anyway), he tended not to pronounce the whole word fully. He sometimes said things in such an…awkward manner. At least to Theodore who had been train since little in the "proper" pronunciation of the Spanish language. Celino tended to speak…well, as if he was from the Caribbean. Mind you, that was not supposed to be an insult.

Just like Theodore knew the English he spoke was most definitely not the same that was spoken in America, it was the same with Spain and Latin America, or the Caribbean.

He once took a vacation to the Dominican Republic with his dad and he noticed that he felt…well…out of place. Everyone around him spoke Spanish but not in the way he learned it. Their R's tended to sound more like L's or sometimes the other way around. Not to mention that they sometimes cut their S's from the end of their words, sometimes more than just one letter from the ending.

Theodore had noticed quite quickly that his papa tended to speak a lot like them. Down to the hurried manner his words spilled out to his almost casual and colloquial terms. Everything was nearly the same except his father didn't wave his arms around so much when he talked nor did it come out so loud and…lively.

Now, Theodore could understand why his dad spoke as he did. Although he had lived in Spain for most of his life, and although his family was pure of blood, they had traveled up and down the country, living with other Gypsies. He never learned the correct and proper way to pronounce his words nor the more…detailed and exact rules. And yet…Theodore wished he was like that. He wished his dad had taught him the language, not a sixty-something old woman who tended to glare whenever he conjugated a verb wrong. Even though technically it wasn't wrong, she was just being fucking picky.

He wished his dad could go to Spain and see his family once more. Some relatives traveled to their manor in secret and his dad often had small gatherings behind his father's back and Theodore usually turned a blind eye.

At least when his father was out of the country.

They loved each other and his father tended to become possessive and his dad tended to smile sadly and let his father have his way. Usually. But every now and then, they would have a row and his dad's temper would spark and no matter where he went in the house, he would be able to hear his shouts and his magic getting the best of him as he destroyed whatever room he was currently in.

His-

"Young master," a voice called out and he turned, his eyes falling on a shivering house-elf. Now, this one, he never understood. His family treated the house-elves…fairly. His father rarely physically punished any of them and his dad always smiled and thanked them. Yet he couldn't understand why this particular house-elf always quivered like a leaf in autumn whenever he appeared before him. Was he truly that frightening?

"Yes, what is it?"

"Mr. Zabini is wishing to speak to young master."

"Hmm, where is he?"

"Downstairs, young master."

"Alright, I'll be down there shortly."

"Yes, yes, Hizzy go tell him!" it said hurriedly and disappeared before Theodore could blink. He rolled his eyes as he ran a hand through his hair in something close to annoyance.

Today was not a good day to try and sympathy with Blaise. He did not have any personal experience with what Blaise was going through; he didn't have experience liking anyone period.

Theodore tended to sit alone in a corner, rarely approaching others for company and the Slytherin rarely spoke to him. He did not belong to any gang and although Draco and he could be considered friends, Draco knew he could never order Theodore around like he could order Crabbe or Goyle.

Blaise and Theodore were closer simply because they liked the same things, they had similar personalities but enough differences to make their friendship last and not frustrating.

"What do you want Blaise?" he asked as he descended the spiraling staircase.

"The Dark Lord summoned Draco; we best join him."

Theodore would have rolled his eyes if his father was not standing next to the dark-skinned boy.

"Alright," he finally said, "Father, are you taking us?"

"Of course," he said slowly, as if debating something in his head. "Come, come. I don't have all day."

"Where's papa?" Theodore asked as he reached them. Nott placed his large hands on each of their shoulder, his lips tugging into a smirk. "He's still recovering," Nott replied and Theodore would have cringed if they had not apparated at that moment.

Harry decided he liked Nagini, although she tended to nag a bit and liked to tell him stories about her eating habits. She had a sense of humor at times that had him laughing until his sides hurt, but then again, she was a regular around him. Tom was often busy doing who knows what and besides that day when he woke up without memory, he had not seen anyone else in the manor, except well, today when he saw Severus…and perhaps a few times when he saw a walking figure pass through the hallways.

It's not like it mattered. Those figures never talked to him, they barely nodded in greeting. So he was lonely. And bored. He meant to ask Tom about a library so at least he could do something besides stare at the wall and sleep but every time he opened his mouth to ask, Tom would interrupt him and before he knew it, he was distracted.

If he didn't know better, he would think Tom knew what he was going to ask and stopped him from asking intentionally. Of course, that was absurd. Why would Tom do that, there was no reason to. At least, he didn't-

Your friend is coming this way…

Harry snapped out of his musing at the low hissing. He looked up and sure enough, Draco strode towards them with a slight pensive look.

"I hear the Dark Lord took you to France," Draco commented as soon as his butt touched the seat next to Harry.

Harry gave him a sweet smile. "Yes, I had fun. We walked around the small area, we ate at this small café and then there was this man who painted us! We did a little shopping and he bought me new shoes. Is it true that I leave my shoes everywhere? That's what Tom says and how he says it makes me think I can never find them…"

"You are rather absentminded…"

"Really?"

"Hm…you tend to forget where you've placed everything and such. Severus says you'd loose your head if it wasn't attached."

"Severus, you know, he was here today."

"Hmm…I know. He contacted my father and I came along. Blaise and Theodore should be on their way…"

"He's my…he's my healer and my instructor."

"Yes, I know."

"Is my heart truly that bad…I haven't felt anything-"

"Consider yourself lucky," Draco mumbled as he twirled a strand of his blonde hair. This was a dangerous ground…

"Draco?"

"Hmm?"

"You alright? You seem rather distracted…"

"I'm fine…"

"You sure?"

"Hmm, just tired," Draco said softly but Harry felt that there was something missing.

"Aren't we best friends, Draco?"

"Yes, of course!"

"Then why are you lying to me?" Harry asked with a small frown and serious eyes. The blond boy was taken back by the expression and for a moment, he didn't know what he should do.

"I- My parents fought is all."

"Oh…about what?"

Draco swallowed the snappy remark he had on his tongue, remembering his duties, his role in this plan.

"About Severus."

"About Severus, why?" Harry said with confusion. Draco gave a painful smile. "You don't remember that either?"

"Remember what?"

"My father is having an affair with Severus. For a long time…since…well since I was a baby."

"What!" Harry whispered, stunned.

Draco laughed yet it held no mirth. "Hm…They loved each other, since their own Hogwarts days but my father's father married him off to my mother. He tried to distance himself from Severus and Severus understood but my father only lasted until I was one year old before he went back to Severus…"

"I'm- I'm sorry."

"Don't be…as cold as this may seem, my mother is not the only victim and it is partly her fault. They belonged together, Severus and my father…"

"I-"

"But like I said, love isn't as simple…not like with you and the Dark Lord," Draco said with a twisted smirk that had Harry fidgeting. "I'm sorry…"

"Like I said, don't be. You once knew all this…"

"I'm not a good friend, am I?" Harry said sadly, "I'm brining up stuff that hurts you, selfish isn't it?"

"Harry-"

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you have to be in the middle of all that…" Harry suddenly smiled, "But let's not talk about that! How are you and Blaise?"

Draco's mouth opened in surprise but that did not stop the blush that colored his cheeks. "That- uh…"

Harry's smile widened. "Ohh, did something happen?"

"Nothing happened. Nothing will ever happen!"

Harry simply giggled. "That blush is-"

"Shut up!"

"Oh! Something did happen!"

"I-"

"Tell me!"

"Ever heard about the cat that got killed because of its curiosity?"

"Lucky me, I'm not a cat."

"Harry-" he whined.

"Draco-" Harry mimicked with a lopsided grin.

"Fine, he let me have some of the cargo that his father sent him, alright?"

"Is that all?"

"Well no- I mean-"

"Come on! Tell me!"

Draco stared at the boy in something close to shock. He always assumed that Harry Potter was that type of character who could not stand not knowing. The type of person whose curiosity just ate away at him until it was satisfied; reason why he always, always got into so much trouble. For some reason, having someone ask him about his social life made him feel warm inside. True, there was Blaise but he, more often than not, was the source of what he wished he could rant about.

Like how he-

"He kissed me…"

"When? Did you like it?"

Draco glared, "Of course I liked it," he hissed. "This is Blaise we're talking about! Have you seen him? He exudes sexuality! He's a fabulous kisser and-" he groaned as he hid his face into his hands. "What am I going to do? I can't- I can't! Father forbids it! But oh God! But every time he kisses me, I-"

"He's kissed you before?"

"Of course he has!" Draco growled in a way that showed his frustration and Harry was startled for he resembled a real dragon at that moment. "Of course he has. He-"

"Coming this way," Harry interrupted as his eyes fell upon the dark figure of Blaise Zabini and the thin figure of Theodore Nott.

"Harry, Draco," Blaise mumbled in greeting and Harry felt his lips twitch as he noticed just how he said Draco's name.

"Hi," he said with a wave. Nagini hissed something in his ear and Harry shrugged.

"So, Harry, how was your date?" Draco asked, giving Harry a significant look. Theodore raised an eyebrow in question. "You went on a date?"

"Yes, we went to Paris!" Harry said with a nice smile. "It was lovely and fun! Oh! We even got our portrait painted. Come to think of it, I haven't seen any other portraits…"

"You haven't seen the whole manor yet, Harry," Draco reminded with a sidelong glance towards where Theo and Blaise sat.

"Tom said the same thing…"

"Hmmm, do you not trust the Dark Lord?" Blaise asked and Harry stared at him in shock.

"Why would you ask that?"

Blaise shrugged. "It just seems you ask questions that the Dark Lord has already answered…"

"I-"

"Don't listen to Blaise," Theodore said smoothly, "He's always been this abrupt and skeptical. We all are in a way, Blaise more however; a refreshing personality, I would think, to all those other followers who nod and agree to whatever you wish for in fear that the Dark Lord will gobble them up."

Harry felt his lips twitch. "I do trust Tom it's just…I feel like he's keeping a lot from me…like he's not telling me everything he should be and it's just so…so frustrating! He goes to these meetings and I have no idea what they are about and-" he sighed. "I'm just tired of not knowing…"

"You don't want to know, Harry. Trust me," Draco said slowly. "You support the Dark Lord in his choices but you are not a person who really likes civil wars…"

"I just don't know anything. His followers barely talk to me! I say hi, they mumble and run off as if I have the plague! He's rarely around! I don't know where the kitchens are, where the library is, where anything besides our chambers and the bloody dinning room is and I don't even eat there! I feel like-"

"Harry-"

"No. Nothing is adding up!" Harry cried out and Nagini slid off him and shifted away from him and towards the house. "I want to know what's going on. I'm not an invalid."

"He's just worried," Theodore mumbled in a smoothing manner and Harry felt his irritating grow. "Will you stop talking to me like I'm a three year old about to have a temper tantrum!"

"You are having a temper tantrum," Blaise said with a roll of his eyes.

Harry growled. "Oh yeah? When was the last time you were in a house you don't know, with a lover you don't recognize? Uh? You ever wake up and don't remember barely anything besides you're a fucking boy and certain useless details? I don't remember a damn fucking spell; I didn't even remember my name! So you know what? I can have a fucking temper tantrum if I want to! Especially when I'm being dismissed and lied to!"

"Harry, please- we're not-"

"Like hell you aren't!" Harry nearly screamed as he stood up. "You're not telling me anything! All you do is tell me to trust the Tom, this and that, stupid shit I don't care or need or want to know! You know what? I'm tired of this! Until you can sit down and tell me something useful, like why we're at war, who are my parents, useful shit, don't bother coming over!"

His magic seemed to crack around and him and only when he left in angry and loud steps, did it seem like the air was breathable. Draco let out a sigh and Theodore massaged a temple with shaky hands. Blaise, at best could be considered curious.

"Nice going Blaise," Draco mumbled with a dark look towards his friend who merely shrugged. "Not my fault he can't control his emotions."

"Theo, you alright?"

"No, I'm not," he growled and his eyes seemed to have darkened. They were not the pale color that shocked many but a deep blue, similar to the sky just around twilight.

"Damn it, Theo," Draco sighed as he walked towards his friend and his pale hands cupped his cheeks. "You need to breathe, alright? Breathe, let his magic leave you."

"I'm trying," he growled. "But my magic is blocking it from leaving…" he said as he let out a long breath.

"Blaise, help me, please," Draco said with a pleading glance towards the dark-skinned boy. Blaise was already at their side by the time Draco finished his request and his large hand fell upon Theo's shoulder.

He closed his eyes and with a large, long exhale, he let his magic leak out. Blaise's magic had a smoothing affect and Theodore could feel Harry's magic leave him, slowly, smoothly. He opened his eyes and they were normal once more, a pale blue that was a shade away from being white.

"I hate this ability," Theodore mumbled as he ran a hand through his hair. Draco smirked. "Hey, it's not all bad. You're just not used to raw magic…"

"We need to warn the Dark Lord."

"Warn me about what? That the damn boy has gone completely ballistic no doubt because of something one of you said?"

Their attention snapped towards the figure glaring at them with enough force to make them cringe.

"My Lord-" Severus began but Voldemort waved a hand in a gesture for silence. "I do not wish to hear it. Take them home, Lucius. My patience is thin and I do not wish to speak to them."

"Of course."

Only when they were alone, the four wizards gone by apparition, did Severus speak. "I doubt it was there fault entirely, My Lord. Potter has a temper and-"

"Severus, shut up," he snapped in a way that seemed both annoyed and amused. "From what Nagini said, the boy was upset since he reached the gardens…"

"What do-"

"Let's go. I must calm the boy down before he rips apart my manor."

Ripping apart he was. Anything he got his hand on he let it go flying, shattering to pieces against walls and other furniture. He let his wild magic destroy everything he couldn't lift up and throw himself.

His mild felt hazy and images and feelings swirled in his head, nothing concentrate for whenever he felt he had it, it would slip from his grasp as if it were water. And that pissed him off more than anything else.

"Harry! Stop this!" a voice cried out and he turned and threw the vase at whoever had spoken. There was a curse and a crash as the vase barely missed Severus' head and shattered against the opposite wall.

"Harry," Tom mumbled, his red eyes cold enough to have Harry pause in his destruction. "What?" he asked childishly and Tom felt his lips twitch as he took in the sight of the angry boy.

"Are you finished destroying our home?" he asked and Harry seemed to deflate. Tom walked towards the smaller wizard and wrapped his arms around him. "I'm sorry," Harry mumbled and Tom patted his back. "Do not worry. The house-elves will deal with the mess. Do you feel better?"

"No," Harry mumbled but his grip on Tom's robes tightened and he dug himself against the Tom further.

"Harry…"

"I just wish you would tell me the truth, stop evading questions and acting as if I was an invalid!"

Tom gave a reassuring smile. "I'm sorry…is that what I have been doing? I just do not wish to…overload you with useless information."

"You've been giving me nothing but useless information!" Harry hissed as tried pulling away. Tom did not release his grip. "Harry…I have delayed giving you information simply because I feared for your heart."

"Don't lie to me!"

"It is no lie!" Tom hissed angrily, his smile slipping and a scowl twisting his features. "But it seems it was a useless attempt. The very fact that I kept information from you in an attempt to protect you has simply put you in danger…"

"Tom-"

"Your heart cannot take so much stress, Harry…" Severus cut in. "Having wild temper tantrums without your medicine is dangerous." He took out a small vial and gave it a small shake. "Lucky for you, I have finished making the replacement for the ones which were destroyed."

"Do you know what that means, Harry?" Tom said, his smile back as he caressed Harry's face. "It seems no more lies or evasions. I will tell you the truth…" Tom's words did not truly calm him, quite the contrary, it made his heart twist and his stomach tie into knots.

I'm so sorry for the late update! I know it's short but hopefully the third part will be out soon!

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