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A/N- This story is a new style for me a little. If I get people liking it, I'll continue it, if not then I'm not going to worry with it. So if you like it, make sure to review because if you don't, you might not be able to read anymore…

EDIT [8/26/07 All chapters that are given titles are flashback/memories. Ones like this, just titled, chapter number, are real life happenings.

Haunted Memories
Chapter One
By: Abbie Snape

They were doing it again. They had been doing this for about two weeks now. And it was beginning to scare Harry Potter.

He glanced up at the Slytherin table to see Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini staring at him. They didn't look away when he met Blaise's eyes. He figured it might be that their parents supported the Dark Lord. Or Harry having Mister Malfoy put in Azkaban- though he managed to escape during the summer.

At first, his thought was that they were gay. But then Millicent Bolstrode began to stare too, leading him back to the Dark Lord thing. The stares, though, weren't of hatred but of curiosity.

"Harry?" asked Hermione Granger, waving her hand in front of his face.

He blinked several times before looking at her. "What?"

"What are you staring at?" she asked.

"Nothing," he said, noticing that Draco, Blaise, Millicent, and Pansy Parkinson get up all at once. "I forgot my book for Defense. I'll met you guys there."

Quickly, he gathered his things, ignoring Hermione and Ron Weasley's questions. He figured all of them leaving at once might answer his own questions.

He followed them from a couple feet, making sure he wasn't seen. They walked down to the dungeons and into the farthest corner.

"If you two don't stop staring at Potter, he's going to think you both are gay," said Pansy.

"Very funny. I just think I know him," said Draco.

"This will make six years you both have been in Hogwarts I hope you were know him," she said.

"Before Hogwarts Pansy," snapped Draco. "This summer I've been having dreams from when we were younger. They seem so real and I swear Potter was there."

"I've been too. Sometimes when I am just sitting around and thinking I remember some odd things," said Blaise.

"You're both mental," said Pansy.

"Then I am too," said Millicent.

"Not you too Milli," complained Pansy.

"I'm sorry! That's been happening to me too. I remember Travers and Mills too. We don't even talk to them girls anymore," said Millicent.

Harry leaned against the wall, trying to absorb everything they were saying. So that's why they'd been staring at him. They thought they knew him from when they were children. But that was impossible. He didn't remember anything.

"Look, I found something this summer while my father was still in Azkaban. There was a box, barred in a pile of odd things in the cell at home. Tell me if that doesn't look like Potter in those," said Draco.

Harry edged himself off the wall, just enough to see Draco giving Pansy a stack of pictures.

"You, Blaise, T.J., she said, sounding bored (T.J. being Theodore Nott).

"Keep going," said Blaise, whom Harry figured had already seen them.

"Me, Milli, Travers," she muttered and flipped through the pictures. "Miss Zabini…"

But she stopped flipping. Harry dared a better look at her. He saw her slowly opening her mouth as she looked at the pictures.

The pictures fell to the ground with Pansy backing up against the wall.

"Pansy?" asked Millicent.

"Oh my…" she muttered, hand going to her mouth.

"Looks like him, doesn't it?" asked Draco.

Pansy looked up at Draco, finally being able to talk. "Elijah…" she whispered, hand going back to her mouth. "Elijah…I remember…"

"Remember what?" asked Blaise and Draco. If someone hadn't asked, Harry was about to.


"Who's Elijah?"

"If your theory is correct…Potter."

Harry hit his head against the wall, closing his eyes. What was going on? Pansy remembered him as an Elijah. Draco, Blaise, and Millicent said they had seen him before. Draco had pictures that reminded him of Harry. Why would he hang out with Draco when he was little if he grew up in the muggle world?

He suddenly snapped his eyes open. Maybe the Slytherins weren't so crazy after all…

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Love from,
Abbie Haven Snape