Disclaimer: All rights go to J.K. Rowling. All characters belong to her, only the plot is mine. The first 3 paragraphs belong to "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" © 2005 J.K. Rowling.
50 Shades of Blue
Chapter 1 – Ruining the Plan
Harry looked around; there was Ginny running toward him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her.
After several long moments — or it might have been half an hour — or possibly several sunlit days — they broke apart. The room had gone very quiet. Then several people wolf-whistled and there was an outbreak of nervous giggling. Harry looked over the top of Ginny's head to see Dean Thomas holding a shattered glass in his hand, and Romilda Vane looking as though she might throw something. Hermione was beaming, but Harry's eyes sought Ron. At last he found him, still clutching the Cup and wearing an expression appropriate to having been clubbed over the head. For a fraction of a second they looked at each other, then Ron gave a tiny jerk of the head that Harry understood to mean, Well—if you must.
The creature in his chest roaring in triumph, he grinned down at Ginny and gestured wordlessly out of the portrait hole. A long walk in the grounds seemed indicated, during which — if they had time — they might discuss the match.
Harry was over the moon; he could never imagine feeling this amount of passion and love until now. He looked over at Ginny while holding her close to him, and pressed his lips up against hers once again. They began to walk down the halls, their lips meeting in a glorious demonstration of their unending love for each other.
And then the shit hit the fan.
A small, cold hand hit Harry directly in the cheek. He looked over and saw a beautiful young witch, with long dark hair and unforgiving hazel eyes that seemed to promise pain to Harry. He recognized her by her green robes as a Slytherin from his own year, Tracey Davis.
"How could you?" She screamed. "Daphne put her trust in you, and this is how you repay her?!" Harry had a confused look on his face as she smacked him again, before running off in the direction of the dungeons.
What does she mean about Daphne putting her trust in me? He thought. Come to think of it, who is Daphne? Ginny pressed up against him again, searching for another kiss, but the boy-who-lived stopped her, saying, "I need to go back to my dorm. Snape's detention was horrid…I'm exhausted right now. I'll see you tomorrow?"
Ginny giggled, "Why don't you sleep with me, silly?"
"Uh…I er…I really just need to think some things through right now," he stuttered back, before sprinting back to the Gryffindor common room.
Ginny was furious. That bitch just won't let me have what's mine, will she? I'll show her! She thought, laughing maniacally in a now abandoned corridor of Hogwarts.
Tracey was in a murderous mood. She had just seen her best friend's boyfriend of several years cheating on her with the filthy harlot known as Ginevra "Ginny" Weasley. She walked up to the dungeons, savouring the soft green glow caused by the Black Lake above, and stated, "Colubra", the Latin term for "serpent", before barrelling inside and up the stairs to the girls dorms.
She quickly found the object of her journey, laying on her back on her bed, her blond hair tucked behind her as she reviewed her most recent Transfiguration essay – a 24 inch essay from McGonagall about animagi.
"Daphne! I can't believe it! I saw that hussy Weaslette making out with Potter – your Potter! Are you gonna use that neutering charm we learned over the summer?" she asked eagerly.
Daphne replied with a befuddled look. "No, why would I care about who Potter is dating?"
"Because he's your boyfriend dummy!" Again, she was rewarded with a look of confusion.
"Since when am I dating Potter? I would never associate myself with a foolish Gryffindor like himself!" Daphne replied, haughtily and indignant.
"Ok, cut the shit Daphne. Is this some kind of bad joke planned by you and Potter, or do you seriously have no idea what I'm talking about?"
"I seriously have no idea what the hell you're on about, Trace. Now if you don't mind, I have an essay to finish," she responded. As far as Daphne was concerned, she hadn't talked with the Gryffindor Golden Boy…well…ever. She couldn't remember a single moment in which they talked to each other. Sensing something was wrong, as she had Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, and Potions with the Gryffindors, making it nigh on impossible to have never talked with him in their 6 years of learning, she asked, "Why? Have I actually been dating him?"
"Yes!" her friend replied, exasperated. "Here, lets go to the Hospital Wing, maybe Pomfrey can see what's wrong with you. While we're at it, we should probably bring lover boy down there next time we see him, he had the same look of confusion that you had."
Hospital Wing, Hogwarts
Poppy Pomfrey was just turning off the lights in the Infirmary when two Slytherins walked in at a brisk pace. "What can I do for you, my dears?", she asked, wondering what would bring two of the best students in 6th year to her office at 11:30 p.m.
Tracey took over, replying "We need you to check Daphne. She has memory loss from since third year, so is their anything you can do?" Daphne just stood there, trying to remember what could be so important that she had forgot it.
Madam Pomfrey quickly cast some rudimentary spells over her, and gasped.
"What is it, Professor?" questioned Daphne hopefully.
"It seems that you have been obliviated several times, my dear", she responded in a motherly tone. Daphne was outraged that someone would do that to her, a member of a reasonable powerful house in the Wizengamot, no less.
Worried that she may never get these memories back, Daphne asked, "Is there any way I can get these memories back?"
Pomfrey looked back at her kindly, before answering. "I'm afraid that's beyond my skill set. I can arrange for you to be sent to St. Mungo's at your earliest time, would that be okay?"
"That would be great Professor. I'm free whenever. If you wouldn't mind, could you get Potter down here too, I believe he may have the same issues," the young Greengrass responded gratefully.
"Of course, dear. I can get a representative here within a few minutes to bring you down. I'll have Potter down in a few minutes." The motherly healer then Floo'ed St. Mungo's, who agreed to send down a healer who would bring the students back, before finding her old friend, Minerva McGonagall.
Upon reaching her office, she knocked on the door. "Enter," she heard from the other side.
Minerva McGonagall, Transfiguration Professor and animagus, sat behind her large, mahogany desk, composing a stern glare for whatever miscreant was in the halls this late. Once she saw her old companion, she relaxed. "What is it, Poppy?"
"Miss Greengrass and Miss Davis appeared at my office a few minutes ago, asking for me to check Daphne's memories, and I found several obstructions. She has been obliviated several times, for at least three years," she said hurriedly.
"What's this got to do with my Lions, Poppy?" the Deputy-Headmistress replied impatiently.
"I was just getting to that, Minerva," she replied, annoyed. "Miss Davis feared that Mr. Potter may have suffered the same treatment." Her long time friend showed rage on her face at the thought of this happening to one of her students, and promised that she would get her personal favourite student down to the Infirmary as soon as she could.
Hospital Wing, Hogwarts (15 minutes later)
A quarter of an hour later, Harry Potter stood awkwardly at the entrance to the Hospital Wing. It was a place he remembered all too well; he had spent far too much time in hear. "Madam Pomfrey, it seems circumstances always cause me to end up here," he said jokingly.
"Indeed they do, Mr. Potter. I'm just quickly going to check if you have had any memory charms placed on you," she replied in the same manner.
The Chosen One simply nodded his head mutely, before taking in his surroundings. He saw the girl, Tracey, who had slapped him earlier, seemingly without reason, and saw the new addition of a plaque over one of the hospital beds. Scrutinizing it further revealed that it stated, Harry James Potter. Harry chuckled to himself; Madam Pomfrey had promised to have a sign over a bed declaring it his, as he seemed to spend more nights in the infirmary than in his dorm, and it seemed she had actually stayed true.
His eyes continued to roam the room, until the landed on a pair of blue. Every moment they seemed to change; one moment they would be Maya blue, than royal blue, before suddenly becoming a sapphire colour. The girl had long, blond hair, and a body that he could tell most teenage boys would be ogling. To his own surprise, he managed to keep his mouth from hanging open, and the girl seemed to be shocked by his respect for her body, before sending him a grateful look.
"Uh huh…I see…well Mr. Potter, it looks like you have also been Obliviated consistently for a long period of time. Not only that, but it appears that you have been dosed heavily on amortentia, from first glance, it seems to be keyed towards Miss Weasley," Pomfrey informed him.
The raven haired wizard protested violently. "With all due respect, Madam Pomfrey, there is no way that that could be true! I love Ginny, I always have and I always will!"
However, even as he vehemently denied the allegations, he remembered a similar reaction from Ron earlier in the year, when his red haired best mate was dosed with the same Potion, to believe that he was in love with Romilda Vane. In comparison to Ron, who had gone so far as to clock him in the side of his head when he spoke against Romilda, his reaction had been positively tame.
So why, then, did he still have a tug in his heart towards Ginny? On one hand, the theory was proved by his sudden, inexplicable feelings towards her; after all, he barely knew her, and now he had a monster in his chest? Was this monster Amortentia?
Perhaps he was simply stronger, magically and mentally, than Ron, and that was why he knew that his love for Ginny may be somewhat false? Maybe Professor Snape's petty Occlumency lessons were better than nothing, and allowed him to realize his lack of love for Ginny? Or perhaps, even stranger, he held a pure, unadulterated love for someone else, which aided him in rationalizing his feelings towards Ginny and this mystery girl?
Harry's jaw was now on the ground in shock that his memories could have been tampered with, and that his feelings for Ginny may have all been fabricated. He couldn't help but feel disbelief that these emotions were all false, but he had learned after six years worth of trips to the infirmary to not doubt Madam Pomfrey, so he decided to at least give this crazy theory a chance.
He was still trying to comprehend what may have happened, when suddenly a middle aged woman that he had never seen before entered the room. She had curly brown hair and rosy cheeks, complemented by light hazel eyes.
She brought a syringe out of pocket and said, "This is a portkey that will take you directly to St. Mungo's, where we can retrieve most, if not all, of your memories."
The two Slytherins and the Gryffindor Golden Boy grabbed onto the portkey, before the world spun and the Slytherin Ice Queen, Daphne Greengrass, found herself, her best friend Tracey Davis, and a nurse standing in the lobby of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
They looked around for Harry, and heard a groan.
Directing their glances downwards, they saw Harry lying on the ground, muttering, "I bloody hate portkeys."
A/N: This is my first attempt at a story, so please don't be too harsh. I will try to update at least once a week, but I make no promises. Dumbledore will only be slightly bashed, but he will try to resolve his conflicts with Harry. Thanks for reading.