FIC: The Forgotten ~ Chapter 10 ~ R ~ Voldemort/Harry

[batsutousai]

Title: The Forgotten
Author: batsutousai
Beta: Hells Bitch
Pairings: OC/OC, Tom/Doo(Harry)
Warnings: SLASH/YAOI, Character death, OOCness, AU(we all know Jo won’t let this happen…), OCs
Summary: What if Voldemort wins the “Final Battle,” but Harry Potter survives?
Living in the Muggle world with no memory of his past, can Harry find the key to saving them all?
Disclaim Her: I wanna nap, mommy!! T.T

Key:
’Thoughts’
Writing
¤Another language, like Bulgarian¤
:Parseltongue:



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Chapter Ten
The True Threat Becomes Know

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“You know, that was far too easy,” Doo mentioned to Tom later.

“What? Getting the town elders to believe our insane tale without locking us up?” Tom asked dryly from the kitchen. He was washing the dishes they’d used earlier, since Doo was sitting on the couch with Hertha’s head in his lap. The witch had fallen asleep not too long after her breakdown and they’d all decided to just keep her at Doo’s, since he was the one who could answer her questions easiest. Tonks and Deva had gone to pick up Renny from school and keep him downstairs in the actual shop. If Hertha wasn’t well enough to handle her rambunctious son by the time Nick closed the shop, Renny would go home with the two witches while Hertha remained with Doo.

Doo rolled his eyes as he let his fingers stroke Hertha’s hair. “No, you dick. I mean with the rebellion. That can’t have been everyone. And what about Lucius? He was neither with Goyle, nor was he scouring the town like the others we got.”

Tom came to the kitchen doorway with a frown. “He probably didn’t want his hands dirty. If he thought the whole thing could fail, he might have gone back to the base so he’d have an alibi.”

"I don't like the idea of him getting off."

"I know."

"Will you do anything about it?"

Tom shrugged. "No."

"What?! Why not?!"

"You'll wake your friend."

Doo narrowed his eyes. "Why won't you just kill him? You know he's the one trying to take you down," he hissed furiously.

Tom sighed. "Doo, look." he settled down on one of the chairs across from the younger man. "I know not all of their people were in that attack, they couldn't have been. If I'm going to draw the others out, I need Lucius to think he's still safe."

"What if he hurts more people?" Doo asked, feeling like crying.

The Dark Lord stood with another sigh. "Take a nap, Doo."

"Why?"

"Just take one," Tom said with a touch of exasperation before he returned to the kitchen.

With a hurt look, Doo settled back against the couch and closed his eyes. He would never understand the Dark Lord's mind.

-~/\~-

"Tom?"

The Dark Lord turned and blinked at the woman standing in the doorway of the kitchen. "How can I help you, Ms Riddock?"

Hertha fiddled with the bottom of her shirt. "Are you sure you can-"

"I will not return your memories. That is final," Tom cut in, turning back to the dishes he'd been washing still.

"You returned Dooley's!" Hertha spat furiously.

"Doo was a special case."

"Oh, sure." Hertha sneered. "You gave him back his memories because you were sleeping with him."

"That's not true and I'm sure you're aware of that. I needed Doo to remember so I could learn something that only he knew of," Tom replied evenly.

"What says I don't have something important?"

Cold red eyes turned on the Forgotten and Hertha flinched. "Because I tortured it all out of you, mere days before the Final Battle."

"Tom!" Doo appeared behind Hertha rather suddenly, immediately drawing his friend into a hug. "Stop that!"

"She asked," the Dark Lord muttered darkly, turning away.

"Keep him away from me," Hertha whispered softly, pressing Doo back out of the kitchen.

Doo sighed and guided the woman back to the couch. "He has a short temper, you know."

"I see that," Hertha muttered tightly.

Doo shook his head. "Please let it be?"

Hertha narrowed her eyes at the owner of the candy shop. "If you'd been told that there was a way to learn all that you'd once forgotten, would you have taken it?" she demanded.

Doo swallowed with some difficulty and nodded. "Yes, I probably would have."

"Then why won't you let me?!"

"You have to understand-"

"I don't want to understand! I want to know what you aren't telling me!"

"The father of your son is dead, you know," a chilled voice came from the kitchen doorway. Both Hertha and Doo turned to look at him warily. "I killed him, Ms Riddock. Would you like to know how he died?"

"Tom, you will shut up and stay out of this discussion or I will tie you up in a corner and gag you," Doo whispered, standing slowly.

"No, Dooley, let him tell me all about it," Hertha spat, standing behind Doo.

"Herth-" Doo spun to look at his friend, but Tom cut in sharply.

"His name was Brian Chilinger," the Dark Lord hissed, eyes flashing dangerously. "He was an Unspeakable for the Ministry and put together his own little rescue mission to get you out of my grasp. We caught him, of course, and made you watch, Ms Riddock, as he was raped, and beat, and slowly tortured to death."

Hertha's eyes had widened in horror and she had taken her seat again. "Gods..."

Doo grabbed Tom roughly by one arm and dragged him back into the kitchen where he stopped to smack the Dark Lord across the face. "What the fuck has bitten up your arse, Marvolo?"

"She asked," Tom replied darkly, rubbing at his cheek.

"You didn't have to tell her about Brian's death!"

"What would you have rather I told her? Should I have told her what we'd done to her instead? Or would you have preferred me telling her about how we utterly destroyed her parents? Or, even better, the death of her infant goddaughter?" the Dark Lord spat furiously.

"Would you stop it?!" Doo spat, green eyes darkening with barely restrained anger. "I would like it if you would just stay out of the whole thing."

Red eyes narrowed. "Then I shall just leave and you can deal with your little Mudblood friend alone."

"Don't you call her that!"

Tom swept past Doo and grabbed some Floo Powder. "Good luck, Potter," he sneered before disappearing in green flames.

"Argh!" Doo slammed his fist into the wall next to himself angrily. "Merlin fucking bastard," he muttered, sinking to his knees.

"Dooley?" Hertha whispered, standing.

Doo blinked up at her tiredly. "Ya?"

"Are you okay?"

"Sure." Doo nodded and rested his head back against the wall. "I'm just a little tired."

Hertha bit her lower lip worriedly. She remembered that Doo had been in the hospital recently because of a loss of blood caused by Zack's threat. Her younger friend probably shouldn't have been exerting himself so. "Can you get up? I'll help you to your bed," she offered, kneeling before the white-haired man.

"Naw. I’m fine." Doo sighed, closing his eyes. "Don't worry."

Hertha shook her head. "No, come on. I'm helping you to bed. I'll never hear the end of it if I let you sleep on the floor."

Doo sighed, but allowed her to help him get into his room. "Thanks," he murmured as she tucked him in.

"Don't thank me. I'm stressing you out and you don't need the stress," Hertha whispered, brushing a lock of hair out of Doo's face.

The younger wizard smiled faintly. "Would you like for me to share some happier memories with you?"

Hertha blinked a few times in surprise, then nodded cautiously. "Sure."

Doo's smile widened and he sat up a little in bed, wordlessly calling the picture of the Burrow that hung on his wall over to them. "This is the Burrow. When you and I were in school, we had another friend, Ronald Weasley, and this was his home. That's him, right there." Doo pointed to where Ron was leaning out of an upper window, obviously calling down to the twins, who stood on the grass beneath his bedroom.

"Who is everyone?" Hertha inquired, leaning back against the headboard of the bed next to Doo.

"Well, let's see... That's Molly, Ron's mum, and Arthur, Ron's dad," Doo started, pointing to each person as he named them. "That's Bill with his wife, Fleur, and their son, Gideon. Those two are Fred and George. They drove you insane in school because they were always causing trouble and refused to follow any sort of rules. That's Bill over there, and helping him is Ginny. That one, hiding in his room, is Percy. You can't see him very well, though, I'm afraid..."

"Wow..." Hertha's eyes shone. "What about these other pictures?" She glanced up around the room.

Doo sent the picture of the Burrow back, calling another picture to them. "At the school we went to, Hogwarts, each student was sorted into one of four Houses; Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff. We were both Gryffindors and this was our common room."

Hertha blinked at the picture for a moment before stating, "It's very, ah, red."

Doo laughed. "Gryffindor's House colours were red and gold."

"I see..." Hertha ran a gentle hand over the painting. "Did we have a favourite place to sit?"

"Of course." Doo pointed to the seat of seats in front of the fireplace. "We'd sit there and talk or you would watch on as Ron kicked my arse at chess. Often, though, you could be found over in this corner, behind a pile of books, studying, especially when we were all fighting."

"Did that happen often?"

"You and Ron fought a lot, yeah. Our year mates would often claim it was because you fancied one another and just needed to date for a month so you could realize that you just didn't go together that way and could move on," Doo offered, rolling his eyes in amusement.

Hertha laughed. "You must have been so mad at us all the time!"

"Oh, it was certainly aggravating, but you guys were my family, so I just tried to keep stuff together." Doo shook his head. "It was certainly amusing at the time, though."

Hertha rested a hand on Doo's hand and smiled faintly. "What about the other pictures?"

Doo switched pictures again. "This is Headmaster Dumbledore's office. There's the Sorting Hat, which is how you're placed into the various houses, and there's the perch for Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix. Let's see... Oh! You fell in love with his bookcases during the war because they were so interesting. Dumbledore was so pleased that someone could find joy from all those books..." Doo trailed off, staring sadly at the book shelves.

"Dooley?" Hertha whispered, looking at the young man's face.

Doo blinked back up at her and smiled faintly. "Sorry. Just remembering stuff..." Doo shrugged and sent the painting back to it's place on the wall before calling out a painting he'd hidden. "Here. This is the Knight Bus. Craziest mode of transportation in the whole world."

Hertha laughed at the large purple bus. "Is it possible for that thing to move?!"

"Oh, quite." Doo chuckled. "In fact, it zips around insanely, throwing passengers into the walls and out of their chairs and it can't stay on the roadway at all. As I recall, you swore to never ride the thing again, once."

"That's horrible!" Hertha laughed. "What if they hit something?"

"Stuff would jump out of the way for it, actually. Damnedest thing I ever saw."

"By the Gods. Does it still exist?"

"I haven't the faintest," Doo replied, eyes glinting with mischief. "We could always call it and find out, of course..."

"No!" Hertha breathed, then bowed over, laughing helplessly. Doo grinned. "You're horrible!"

"I know." Doo winked, sending the picture back.

Hertha forced herself to calm down, still smiling. "Here. You take a nap and I'm going to head downstairs to make sure Renny's behaving himself."

Doo nodded and snuggled deeper in his bed, smiling when Hertha fussed over him a bit more. "You know, you used to do this during the war, too," he murmured.

"Do you mind?" Hertha inquired, pausing.

"No." Doo's smile turned sad as he closed his eyes. "Like I told you back then, it was nice to know that at least someone cared..."

Hertha leaned down and kissed Doo's forehead. "Plenty of people care for you, Dooley. You just sleep, now."

"...'k...."

Hertha left the room quietly only after Doo's breathing had evened out, brushing a gentle hand through the other's hair until then.

-~/\~-

"Hey, Tonks?"

"Hertha!" Tonks grinned at the young woman peaking around the door up to Doo's flat.

"Mum!" A head of crazy dark brown hair tackled the Forgotten as she stepped out into the open space behind the counter.

Hertha smiled and picked her son up. "Are you behaving yourself, little mister?"

"Yes, mum." Renny rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around his mother's neck. "Are you okay?" he asked softly with a touch of concern.

Hertha sighed. "Well enough, yes." She set her son down. "Go help Mr Ripley cause havoc while I speak to Miss Black."

"K!" Renny hopped over to tackle Nick, who laughed and started tickling him mercilessly.

"So..." Tonks smiled faintly at Hertha. "Where's Doo and the jack-arse?"

"Marvolo left," Hertha offered stiffly. "And Dooley is taking a nap."

"Uh-oh. What did Marvolo do?" Tonks inquired with a touch of concern as she motioned Hertha towards Doo's empty office.

"He just decided to be a general bastard." Hertha shrugged.

"Have a seat." Tonks sighed. "Much as I hate to admit it, the bastard's mostly acting this way because he's worried about stuff."

"What sort of stuff?" Hertha leaned forward curiously.

"Well, Doo, for one." Tonks shrugged. "The world he's created and the lives of those who side with him."

Hertha nodded sadly. She could understand that. "He mentioned that I had a goddaughter?"

Tonks froze for a brief moment before nodding warily. "Azura Weasley. She was Ron and Lavender's daughter. You and Doo were named godparents."

Hertha's eyes turned sad. "She's dead, isn't she?"

Tonks turned away. "She and Lavender were killed one night in their sleep."

Hertha nodded. "She was a happy baby?"

"She was the happiest baby I've even met. She had these beautiful blue eyes and a little crop of dark red hair." Tonks smiled sadly. "We all adored her."

"At least she died in her sleep and not in the middle of war, right?"

"Yeah. That's one thing we can all be grateful for," Tonks agreed.

The women sat in silence for a long time after that.

-~/\~-

'Harry?'

Doo opened his eyes and stared in shock at the man who stood before him. 'Albus!' He hugged his mentor tightly. 'It's so good to see you again!'

Albus Dumbledore smiled sadly and ran a gentle hand through the long pale hair of the young man he'd long considered a grandson of sorts. 'Oh, my dear child...' He pulled away to gaze sadly at the younger wizard. 'We don't have much time, my child.'

Doo's eyes narrowed. 'Where are we, Albus?'

'On the plain between life and death. The two of us have been here before, so we may come, but others will not be able to.'

'And our time here is limited. I see,' Doo replied thoughtfully.

'Yes.'

'What can I do for you, Albus?' Doo gazed into the blue eyes which still twinkled, even in death.

'You will not destroy his world, I see,' Albus said sadly.

'I like our world as it is now,' Doo retorted coolly.

'I know.' Albus sighed. 'You will need all the help you can get to keep that world, though.'

Doo frowned. 'Albus, what do you know that you aren't telling?'

'Lucius isn't working alone. He has an ally that even you would be hard-pressed to put away,' Albus said seriously.

'Who?'

'Lucius has made a pact with a daemon.'

'Impossible! I thought Merlin had sealed the way into the daemon realm after trapping them all there!'

'It appears that a line was missed. They have been biding their time. They aim to unseal their world, but they will need the magical world's cooperation to do so. You must not allow this.'

'No, of course not,' Doo agreed. 'What sort of help can you give us?'

'I can only help you from this plain, but we shall work on this together on my side.'

Doo nodded. 'Do you have anything for now?'

Albus set a strange pendent around Harry's throat. 'This will allow you to call me to this plane. Also, Luna and Neville are still alive. You will want their help.'

'Where are they?'

'Not far. Stirling, I think, is where Brian pin-pointed them.'

Doo nodded seriously. 'I'll make a trip out there immediately.'

'Good.' Albus smiled sadly. 'I know you wish to protect them, but their memories will help them in what is to come.'

Doo closed his eyes against tears. 'I know,' he managed in a whisper.

Albus settled a gentle hand on the younger wizard's shoulder. 'You've made us all proud, Harry. I know you'll be fine.'

Doo smiled sadly. 'Thank you, Albus.'

'Good luck, my dear boy.'

'And you, Albus.'

-~/\~-

Doo sat up quickly in bed, one hand held to his heart. 'Was that real?' He glanced down as the cool kiss of metal touched his hand gently. "Merlin..." The green-eyed man stared down at the strange symbol for a long moment before vaulting suddenly out of bed and running to his fireplace. "Slytherin Manor!" he shouted, tossing down a handful of Floo Powder.

Doo paused to take a deep breath and transfigure his robes before slipping from the travel room and moving quickly through the halls. Not that he had any idea where Tom's office could be in the building, but he needed to do something!

"Tarrant!"

Doo spun, bowing as he caught sight of the Dark Lord, mostly to hide his involuntary sneer at the sight of the man walking just behind Voldemort. "Milord, you'll excuse me, but I must speak to you," Doo murmured to the ground.

Voldemort swept up to the pale-haired man and jerked his head up, glaring into jade-coloured eyes. "About what, Tarrant?"

"It is private, Milord," Doo responded evenly.

The Dark Lord sneered. "Lucius, we will continue this later," he called over his shoulder to the Death Eater who he'd been speaking to before. "Now then, Tarrant, let us walk to my office," he offered before grabbing Doo's arm painfully and half dragging the younger man with him. Once in his office, he slammed the door, then turned on Doo.

Doo calmly brushed down his dark green robes. "You know, that hurt," he offered, rubbing at his arm.

"This had better be good, Tarrant. I don't have time to deal with you and your little girlfriend," Voldemort spat, stepping up to his chair behind his desk and seating himself in it.

Doo's gaze darkened. "Perhaps you wouldn't like to know what Lucius is planning, then," he spat, leaning back against the wall next to the door.

The Dark Lord's lips curled in a sneer. "Like you've learned anything."

Doo let out a hiss. "I know more than you do, Tom, so I'd suggest you throw your attitude out the window for a moment or I won't tell you a damn thing."

"Don't you-" Voldemort rose from his chair threateningly.

"I will speak to you however I want!" Doo shouted over the other's words. "I will not lose my world to Lucius Malfoy and his allies because you feel like being conceited! Now sit down!"

Voldemort sat back down with a dark look.

"Thank you." Doo stepped forward and sat in a chair across the desk from the elder wizard. "Hertha made me take another nap after you'd left and the strangest thing happened."

"What? You woke up in the middle of a nice dream?"

Doo took a deep breath and forced his temper down. "No, Tom. Albus dragged me to the plane between life and death to talk."

"That old coot did what?!" The Dark Lord jumped to his feet.

"Please sit down and I'll explain," Doo said, rubbing wearily at the bridge of his nose.

Voldemort sat back down, frowning. "Fine."

Doo nodded. "Because of the spell that kept me alive, I can travel to that plane without dying. According to Albus, it's another side-effect of the spell. He brought me there to tell me that Lucius Malfoy has made a pact with a daemon."

"Daemons are myths," Voldemort snorted.

"Only fools ignore warnings from beyond," Doo shot back coldly.

The Dark Lord stared into angry green eyes for a long moment. "What if it was merely a dream?"

Doo pulled his pendant from beneath his robes. "Do you know this symbol?" Voldemort nodded wordlessly, eyes wide. "Merlin's symbol, yes. Albus gave it to me on that other plane. He says it will help me call him to the plane if I need him."

The Dark Lord steepled his fingers and stared off into space. "This presents a problem. I do not have the sort of resources legend tells are required to battle daemons."

"Nor do I," Doo agreed ruefully. "But Albus seems to think that, working together and with a little extra help, we'll manage it."

"What sort of extra help?" Voldemort refocused his gaze on Doo suspiciously.

"Some members of the Light."

"We have more than enough of your friends running around."

"And you'll have to return their memo-"

"No! Absolutely not!" Voldemort flew to his feet and leaned over his desk threateningly. "You and you alone received that privilege!"

"If you want to live, you have to forget your ideas of the Forgotten!" Doo shot back, not bothering to stand. "You cannot fight a war such as this with less than a dozen people, most of whom don't really know what's going on!"

"You and your friends did well enough in small numbers!"

"AND WE LOST!" Doo screamed, finally losing any concept of control over his violate temper. "Don't you understand?! We! Fucking! Lost! We weren't strong enough! Most of us died!" The pale-haired man stood slowly. "If your world were falling apart around you and you were going to be facing death whether you helped or not, wouldn't you at least like to know what you'd once forgotten?" Then Doo spun and stormed from the room.

Voldemort fell back into his chair and buried his face in his hands. That had not gone well.

-~/\~-

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A/N: Wheeeeeeee!! The stress of college is eating my brain!! *falls over, laughing hysterically*

I need a nap. *Zzzzzzzzzz*

~Bats ^.^x

Chapters:
Prologue
1 - Hogwarts ||| 2 - Nicholas Wants Answers ||| 3 - Depression
4 - The Greatest Idiot ||| 5 - Another Clue ||| 6 - Discovered
7 - Harry Potter Lives ||| 8 - The Power Over the Dark ||| 9 - Answers
10 - The True Threat Becomes Known ||| 11 - Gathering Allies ||| 12 - A New Bond
13 - Culross and Her Staff ||| 14 - Courting Your Fate
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