Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters.

A/N: I've always enjoy reading Fanfictions where someone lost there memories so I have decided to do one myself. Hope you enjoy.

Updated 11/29/2010

Chapter One


It was early in the evening when she opened her eyes. The scene in front of her was complete chaos (or at least it was to her). She was sitting on the sidewalk leaning against the wall; a man was standing over her looking confused and worried. Behind him, there seems to be two cars that had crashed and people gawking at the scene.

"Are you okay?" the man asked as he held out his hand gingerly toward her.

"I think so," she said, but when she tried to get up she felt dizzy and her head hurt.

"Just don't move," the man said, forcing her to stay where she was.

"Right," she said still feeling dizzy; that was good advice.

"You just came out of nowhere," he said in a shaky voice.

"What?" she asked. "What happened?"

The man looked even more shocked and paled as he said, "You don't remember... You ran out into the street... I didn't see you until..." he trailed off.

She looked at the cars that were crashed; one of the windshields was smashed. "You hit me... I was hit by a car!"

"I'm sorry," he said worried.

That was when she noticed the blood, she had scratches all over, her hip hurt badly but that wasn't that serious... it was her head that worried her. She raised her hand to her forehead and her fingers were soaked in blood in seconds.

"It's not your fault," she said trying to smile but it really wasn't going to happen today. Plus she was starting to feel tired and it just wasn't worth the effort.

"Come on, don't do that," he said. "I don't think you should sleep... not with a head injury like that..."

"Right," she sighed. "So did you crash into the other car after?"

"What?" he exclaimed caught off guard by the question but then almost smiled. "Yeah. My car is completely totaled now."

"Sorry," she sighed again as she heard the sires in the background coming closer.

"It's fine as long as you're okay," he shrugged, though the worry that she first notices hadn't loosened any. "I'm Josh Summer by the way.'

"I'm..." she started to say but nothing came... she didn't know! "I'm... I... I don't know."

"You don't remember?" Josh repeated an earlier question but this time there was really dread in his voice.

"No," she said tears in her eyes. "I've no idea who I am."


Meanwhile a half an hour later, on a street ten blocks away a man that was starting to gain consciousness was thrown unceremoniously out of a moving car. He rolled on the ground... he could tell the bruises all over, he seemed to have a broken arm, and had trouble breathing. His face also looked terrible, and the base of his skull looked to have been hit by a blunt object. The man had tried gathered himself after the roll, but he only had enough energy to look around before he property passed out.

Sometime later he opened his eyes, he was in the exact spot he had passed out however long ago and he now had dry blood all over his face.

"Do you need help?" a woman asked. She had been walking by with her boyfriend (who was looking terrified that she was talking to a 'bloody' stranger).

"No, I'm fine," he said having no idea why he said that. He definitely was not fine.

"You need to go to a hospital," the woman said. "There's one down the street," she added pointing down the left side of the corner street. "It's about a block away."

"Right," he said as politely as he could. He didn't know why, but he didn't want to go to the hospital.

"Come on Celia, let's go," the other man said trying to dragged the woman away. "He doesn't want your help."

"Right," the woman said sadly. "I hope you get yourself some help Mr…."

As the couple left, the 'bloody' man stayed where he was sitting looking very confused and increasingly worried. The woman had in a way asked for his name and he couldn't think of it. And now he was really trying, but still it wouldn't come.

The man tried for another ten minutes, but nothing. He tried to remember other things too. Like where he came from? Who were his family and friends? And how did he get where he was? Still nothing. Eventually he sighed and got up (which was very difficult but eventually he managed). He started heading to the hospital, there was nothing to it now... if he didn't know anything; he needed help.

When he got to the light he almost walked across the street, however, a man put his hand out. "Are you crazy or something? Do you want to be hit by a car?"

"No," he said and inclined his head as a way to say thanks. Then he just stood there waiting, though he had no idea what he was waiting for, knowing that he really didn't want to be hit by a car. Eventually, he got across the street and checked himself in at the hospital. When he got to the emergency room the receptionist said (without looking up from her work) "Fill out all the information and the doctor will be with you as soon as he can," handing him a form.

"I can't fill this out," he said heatedly.

"Just fill out everything you know," the woman said impatiently.

"I don't know anything," he said really starting to get agitated now.

That's when the woman looked up and noticed the bloody mess that was in front of her, and most importantly, the cracked skull he seemed to have. "Sorry," she said breathlessly. "I'll see what I can do."


In another part of the country, a man was waking up in a castle in one of the many hallways that it had. A girl was now running towards him shouting, "Harry, I've been so worried!"

"I'm all right Gin," Harry said and looking at her, his heart started to fill, but something was wrong and he couldn't put his finger on it. "I think I just passed out..."

"Where are Ron and Hermione?" Ginny asked, it would have been a throw away question that should have meant something like 'why did they just leave you here?', but there was something behind her eyes that made him start to panic.

"You haven't seen them?" Harry asked.

"Not since the final battle," Ginny said; seeing what she was doing to Harry was making her feel terrible but she couldn't lie to him either.

"How long ago was that?" Harry asked feeling horrible.

"Almost a day," Ginny said starting to get overwhelmed. Harry put his arms around her instinctively and pulled her as close to him as he could. That was when he noticed two wands next to him. This didn't make him feel any better... In fact it made him feel sick to his stomach.

He picked them up. On of them had once belonged to Wormtail and the other was Bellatrix.

"Who's are those?" Ginny asked, hoping that she was wrong about who he was going to say; after all she didn't recognized either wand.

"Ron and Hermione's," Harry said in a cracked voice. And then he noticed something else; the slab of stone next to him had writing on it. He didn't want to read, knowing it was going to be bad, but he needed to know what it said.

They're gone. You will never know what happened to them. Not one of you will be able to get over this. Your torture will be complete.

"No," Ginny said as she read over Harry's shoulder. Harry had just dropped the wands in his hands and fell to the floor curling up into a ball. Voldemort was gone. The wizarding world in general had just been freed. But for Harry... He just lost the war.