AN: This story starts in the middle of the final battle. Slightly AU because i kept Dumbledore alive. Hope you enjoy it! :)
It was during the final battle. Harry Potter had just killed Voldemort. Most of the Death Eaters had already been captured, but some refused to give up. Harry was currently dueling Lucius Malfoy.
"Come on, Malfoy, give up!" Harry shouted between hexes, "Your master is dead!"
"A Malfoy has no master!" Lucius shouted, with as much dignity as he could muster while dodging spells from a seventeen-year-old wizard.
"He was your master, Ferret-face!"
"How dare you address me so Half-blood!"
"Did your master ever tell you that he is a half-blood, Ferret-face?"
Malfoy Senior's eyes bulged in rage for a moment, before he slipped back behind his calm mask.
"Perhaps I should teach you some manners, Mr. Potter." He said coolly.
Something about his smirk made Harry take a step back, but he kept his wand raised.
"Obeditus!" shouted Malfoy.
Those words and the neon blue light from Malfoy's wand were the last things Harry knew, before his mind went blissfully blank and his vision faded to black.
Albus Dumbledore was sitting in a rather uncomfortable-looking chair in the hospital wing. He was sitting at the bedside of Harry Potter… again. This seemed to be happening a lot since young Harry had started at Hogwarts School. He sighed… Severus should be here soon.
"ALBUS!" Shouted the Potions Master, who had just run into the hospital wing – not even taking care to make his cloak billow in his usual fashion.
"Ah, Severus," greeted the Headmaster cheerfully, albeit a bit wearily, "I was wondering when you would show up."
"How is Potter?" asked Severus, straight to the point, as usual.
The old man sighed.
"I don't know." He said.
The Potions Master gaped at him. Never before had Albus Dumbledore admitted that he didn't know something.
"You must know something!" Severus sounded almost desperate. Albus quirked an eyebrow.
"Be careful, Severus," He warned jokingly, "People might start to think you care."
The raven-haired man sent a glare at him that would have made any first year Hufflepuff wet their pants, however it had no effect an the Headmaster. He glanced around, checking there were no would-be eavesdroppers around, before he answered.
"You know that I owe it to Lily-" He started.
"After all you have done for this boy, you are still going to tell me that you don't care for Harry at all?" Albus' eyes held that knowing twinkle.
"He is the splitting image his father!" Severus said with a scowl, "He is arrogant, lazy-"
"Don't you dare!" Albus cut him off "You know, as well as I do, that that is not true. While it is true that Harry does look like James, he is far more like Lily in terms of attitude and behavior."
Severus had the decency to look sheepish.
"Can't you tell me anything, Albus?" Severus said, gesturing helplessly to the small boy unconscious on the bed.
Albus looked to the boy sadly.
"All that I know is that it was, Lucius Malfoy, who hexed him." Albus said.
Severus winced; he knew just how nasty his follow Death Eater could be.
"No-one heard the incantation," Albus continued, "Although, young Mr. Weasely, was able to tell me that the spell was neon blue in color."
"Neon blue?" He repeated, "Albus, that doesn't help us in the slightest! There are hundreds of spells, and hexes, that glow with blue light."
Albus nodded sadly, still watching Harry.
"I know." He said softly.
Severus pulled up another chair, on Harry's other side, and sat down.
"Any idea when he will wake up?" He asked his mentor.
"Poppy said that she couldn't be sure, but maybe soon." Albus said hopefully.
Severus nodded, watching the child he had sworn to protect. He hoped that he hadn't failed too badly.
Albus retired to bed around nine o'clock, but Severus stayed up late into night watching for something; anything! A small twitch of a finger, a flicker of an eyelid, anything that could show the boy regaining consciousness.
It was in the early hours of the next morning before anything happened.
The hand that Severus had been holding, since Albus had left, suddenly twitched. Severus dropped Harry's hand as if it had bitten him, but leaned closer to the bed. He waited with bated breathe.
Harry's eyes suddenly shot open. He glanced around quickly before he met Severus' gaze. Harry's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything.
"How are you feeling, Ha- Potter?" Asked Severus cautiously.
Harry just kept staring.
"Potter?" Severus tried again.
He just kept staring
"Well, say something!" Severus exclaimed, exhaustion had taked its toll on his patience.
"Who is Potter, Master?" Asked the boy, eventually.
"What?!" Severus almost shouted, "What do you mean? You're Potter!"
The boy's brow creased in confusion.
"My name is Potter?" He asked.
"Yes!" Severus answered, "You're name is Harry Potter!"
The boy considered him for a second, then he shrugged.
"Okay, Master," He said with a small smile, "My name is Harry Potter"
Severus' head was swimming with questions. He didn't know what to make of this. Harry couldn't even remember his name! Wait… MASTER?!
"Whoa, whoa," said the normally eloquent Potions Master, "What do you mean, 'Master'?"
Harry just looked confused again.
"You are my Master," he stated calmly, as if he was saying that the sky was blue.
"Master?" Harry asked, "Are you okay?"
AN: So what did you think? Reviews are always welcome! I'll update soon promise :D