Title: Lost Memories

Rating: K

Summary: Harry Potter suffers permanent memory loss and the Harry that takes his place is different. Most find it hard to believe that their Harry is gone and some don't believe him. Except Snape, the Slytherin's, and Minerva.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Rowling's characters and I'm making no money.

Chapter 1: Charms Accident

It was third year and Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered Professor Flitwick's class. Things had been hard on everyone with Sirius Black breaking out of Azkaban to come after Harry and naturally add the Dementors and it was even harder. Of course the Slytherin's didn't make it any easier for Harry since he had passed out on the school train.

"Today we're going to work on a Bubble Charm," Professor Flitwick told them when they had all been seated, "Turn to page 126 and read the section."

Reading was not hard for Harry to do but doing it was something else. It seemed that he developed some sort of road block when it came to charms as well as Potions. He mentally kicked himself, why should he worry about his grade in potions or any other class. The Dursley's would just use it against him. He remembered when he did well in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Vernon, figuring out that Harry had done well, had beaten him and not fed him for two weeks. If it hadn't been for Mrs. Weasley's food he would have starved to death.

"Harry," Hermione called out making Harry jump.

"Yeah, Hermione," Harry said, slightly shaking.

"Are you ready to try the charm?" she asked him.

Harry nodded, though he hadn't read anything.

Professor Flitwick put them into pairs to try the charm out. Harry got paired with Neville Longbottom, who was the worst student ever. Harry knew that he had to be on his toes just in-case Neville lost his nerve and made a mistake. Neville pointed his wand at Harry and said the spell. The spell hit him…hard, but instead of bubbles Harry blacked out.

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"Bring him in," Madam Pomfrey said as Hermione and Ron brought a knocked out Harry into her wing, "What happened?"

"We were practicing the Bubble Charm and Neville made a mistake," Hermione explained.

"Remind me why he's at Hogwarts," Madam Pomfrey said, shaking her head and then started on Harry.

Several hours later she reported that Harry would survive but he would have some memory loss. Dumbledore and the rest of the staff had gathered to hear her report and McGonagall just shook her head. Finally Lupin asked, "When will he wake up?"

"Hopefully soon," Madam Pomfrey answered and then left.

Over the next couple of days the Matron watched Harry's friends come and visit him but the boy was out cold and didn't hear them. She hoped that he woke up soon and then she would know the full extent of what had happened. Naturally she felt sorry for Longbottom, he was taking it hard. One day she was coming out when she saw Professor Snape and several Slytherin's enter. She ducked so that they wouldn't notice that she was there.

"How could Longbottom do this," Malfoy asked.

"Because he has no brains," Snape hissed.

She heard something being opened and then she heard them leaving. She appeared at once and saw that an empty potions bottle was on the table. She at once checked him over but Harry seemed fine. She shook her head and returned to her office.

Three hours later Harry finally woke up.

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When Harry woke up everything felt empty. He knew who he was but he didn't remember much else. When a strange woman appeared he flinched, not wanting her to touch him. Where was he? Did he do something so bad that he landed in the hospital?

"I'm glad that your finally awake, Harry," she said.

"Who are you?" Harry asked her.

She frowned and then said, "My name is Madam Pomfrey and you're in the hospital wing at Hogwarts."

That sort of made sense, he sort of remembered Hogwarts but nothing else.

"Let's check you out and then I'll inform Dumbledore that you're awake," Madam Pomfrey told him.

"Dumbledore, who's that?" Harry asked.

"Or maybe not," Madam Pomfrey corrected.

It took four hours for Harry to be told about the life that he knew nothing about. He was in Gryffindor, his parents had died at the hands of some man named You-Know-Who, he had survived, he played Quidditch for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, he had friends named Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, he was an okay student, Professor Snape hated him, he wasn't liked by the Slytherin's, and he had ended up here by a boy named Neville Longbottom. When she had finished telling him everything it still didn't make sense. Finally he asked if he could have something.

"Anything as long as it's safe," she said.

"I'm bored, can I have something to read," Harry asked her.

"I'll get you one of your schoolbooks," she told him and then left.

An hour later Harry was reading One Thousand Magical Drafts and Potions and listening as Madam Pomfrey tutted over someone else that had come in. The book was wonderful; it had all these really cool potions that could do all sorts of things. When he saw the Boil Cure he chuckled, who got boils these days? When the Matron had left Harry got out of bed and walked around.

At once he saw a shelf filled with different color bottles. Each one of them was carefully labeled and one of them was something called Skelo-Grow. He picked it up and read the label, "To return bones lost." Odd, Harry thought. He wondered if the Matron used any of these things, he sort of doubted it but he figured that she must as some of the bottles were half empty. A clearing of the throat made Harry jump and he turned to see the Matron was back.

"Mr. Potter return to your bed," she ordered.

"Yes, ma'am," Harry said.

"Your friends are coming up tomorrow to see you," she informed him.

"My friends," Harry said, confused.

"Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger, the ones that I told you about," she reminded him.

Harry frowned and said, "I don't want to see them."

"Of course you do," she said, "Now just rest and tomorrow you'll see them."

"I don't want to see them," Harry repeated but Madam Pomfrey wouldn't listen to him.

The next morning Harry was busy reading his book when two people came in that he didn't know. One of them was a bushy hair girl and the other was a red head boy. Both of them looked excited to see him but Harry ignored them. The potions inside the book were far more interesting. A much older woman walked in as well. She looked stern but she also looked worried.

"Harry, I'm so happy that you're awake," the girl said.

"We thought that you were a goner," the boy said.

"Well I'm all fine thank you very much," Harry said, his tone telling them that he wanted to be left alone.

They didn't take the hint.

"Oliver is worried that you're going to miss the next Quidditch game," the boy said.

"Well we wouldn't want that, now would we," Harry snapped.

"Harry, what's wrong with you," the girl asked.

"Nothing, I just don't want to be bothered," Harry told her, "Now leave, I'm busy reading."

"Harry, I can have a chess board brought up and we can play," the boy said, "Reading that drivel is enough to make you go all batty."

Harry glared at him, how dare he call potions drivel. "I don't want to play chess and if I want to read what you think is drivel then that's my business. Now go away and leave me alone."

"But-."

"I think that Mr. Potter wants to be left alone," Madam Pomfrey told them, "You can come back when he's up to it."

Both of them looked like they didn't want to leave but thankfully they left Harry in peace and Harry returned to his reading.

Harry got no more visitors for the next couple of days and by this time he had finished reading his book. He wanted another book but Madam Pomfrey told him that it was time for him to return to Gryffindor Tower. Resigning to the fact that he would be once again around the two that he didn't want to talk to he left, taking his book with him, and headed back to Gryffindor tower. However he didn't go back. He wanted to read something else and so he went to the one place that he knew more books would be at, the Library. He walked in and saw an old woman looking at him.

She had a stony look that told Harry that he better not damage her books. He walked over to her and asked where the potion section was. She looked at him oddly but then led him down to where the books were and left him alone. Fingering the different volumes he found one that he liked and pulled it down. He read the title "Making Sure that Your Doing it Right." by Amanda Boil. He then sat down and started to read.

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"Severus, I'm most worried about this," Dumbledore told his Potions Master, "He doesn't want to talk to his friends and now we have no idea where he's at."

"Do you think that he'll get his memory back," Snape asked him.

"I really don't know," Dumbledore answered, "I mean, I'm for one in believing that Harry did injure his brain and now can't remember things but to tune out his friends is something that I can't believe Harry would do."

"What do you want me to do?" Snape asked.

"Continue to protect the child like you have," Dumbledore said, "I'm sure that soon Harry will be back and then we can continue to train him for his fight against Riddle."

Snape nodded and he was told that he could leave.

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Snape headed for the Library, thinking about getting a book before Madam Pince shut the Library down for the night. When he walked in he saw the Pince putting books away and passed her, going to his favorite section on runes. The tables were empty except for the one near the back. He headed towards the table and found the boy that he was now feeling sorry for fast asleep, his head laying on a book that he had been reading. He pulled the book out and read the cover, "A Beginner Guide to Runes from Germany."

What had caused the boy to think that this was interesting? He took a deep breath and then shook him awake.

"Wh-What happened?" Harry asked, looking around.

"The Library is due to close," Snape told him, "Gather your books and check them out."

"Yes, sir," Harry said, showing the kind of respect that the old Potter would of never shown.

When Potter had left Snape wondered what kind of person Potter would be now. It was clear that the child liked books and that was something that Weasley would never understand.

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"There you are, Harry," Hermione said when Harry had finally returned.

"Where were you, mate," Ron asked him.

"Reading," Harry answered, "Now I'm going off to bed."

"Got your homework for the classes that you missed," Hermione told him, "Ron put it up in the dormitory."

Harry nodded but said nothing as he headed upstairs.

The next morning, Saturday, Harry found a hiding spot in the Library and started working on his Charms homework. He didn't want to be around anyone, he just wanted to be left alone. The Library was his choice because the morons that didn't care anything about their work would never dream of coming in here. He saw several Slytherin's and wondered what they were doing. He decided to walk over and see if they wanted company.

"Hello," Harry said.

The group looked up and one of them stood up, "Hay, Harry, want to sit with us."

"Thanks," Harry said and sat down.

"Heard what happened," one of them told him, "I'm Pansy Parkinson and this is Millicent Bulstrode, Theodore Nott, and a couple of First Years that are exchange students from Germany, Japan, and India. Everyone this is Harry Potter."

"Hello Harry san," the boy from Japan said.

A girl that looked like his sister smiled at him.

"So are you working on your Charms work," Pansy asked him.

"Yeah," Harry said, "I needed to get away from those blasted Gryffindor's."

"I thought that you had Quidditch practice," Nott said to him.

"I do but I need to get my work done and I can't do it when I'm tired," Harry told him, "And this Professor Snape has a project that he wants us to do. It's going to take at least a week to get all my notes together and then another week to test if I'm right."

"We'll help," Millicent offered.

"That would be great," Harry said.

Thanks to the Slytherin's Harry managed to finish all his homework and get started on his potions project. The children from Japan were really interesting. They knew something called Asian mystical magic and even offered to teach Harry some. Part of it was finding your element and working with it. They even let Harry use a book called 'Beginners Guide to Asian Mystical Traditions.' It was charmed to turn to English and the girl even offered to teach Harry some Japanese.

Slytherin's weren't bad!

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Note: Harry will become friends with the Slytherin's and even hang out with them, which they won't mind. Part of this challenge is that the Slytherin's are good as well as Snape. It's going to be at least three chapters before Snape finds out that Harry is his son. Also Harry won't be hanging out with Hermione and Ron, as he doesn't like them. Next up: Snape discovers that books breathe.