FIC: The Forgotten ~ 13 ~ R ~ Tom/Harry

[batsutousai]

Title: The Forgotten
Author: batsutousai
Beta: magickmaker17
Pairings: OC/OC, Tom/Doo (Harry), Luna/Demmy (Neville), Logan (Dean)/OC
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: My job is fucking boring.

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

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Chapter Thirteen
Culross and Her Staff

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When Doo woke, he found a haggard-looking Tom sitting at the table in the main room with a cup of tea. "You look dead," he commented, stepping into the kitchen and pulling open the door of the fridge to look for food.

"I got up early to write a warning for Lucius."

Doo glanced out into the main room, forehead creased with a question. "Write?"

"I didn't feel like getting caught up with arguing with him," Tom replied.

"Why ever not?" Doo inquired as he returned to the fridge.

Tom stood with a groan, grabbed his tea, and walked over to lean against the doorway of the kitchen. "Because I'm coming with you this time."

Doo gave the Dark Lord a sharp look. "You don't need to baby-sit me all the time, Tom. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, you know."

"I know." Tom shrugged. "Can I get away with saying that I just want to spend some time with you?"

Doo snorted in amusement. "No, but I suppose we'll let you think you can."

Tom laughed outright at that. "Brat," he said fondly, before turning and going back to the table with his tea.

Doo smiled to himself and pulled out a loaf of bread for toast.

-~/\~-

When Tonks had learned that Tom would be going with to get Dean and McGonagall, she'd opted for doing some more research with Luna and Demmy - anything to be away from "that hissing bastard". So it was just Tom and Doo that Apparated to an empty street near the school, Anti-Muggle Invisibility Charms in place upon their persons so as to not attract any unwanted attention from Muggles.

'How are we doing this? It's not like we know the names they're using here,' Tom pointed out as they started for the school building.

'We know what they teach,' Doo replied easily. 'In my primary school, I know there was only one art teacher and two Latin instructors. With any luck, Culross will be the same and we'll be able to recognize them with little or no trouble.'

'Brilliant plan, Tarrant,' Tom replied sarcastically.

Doo just rolled his eyes, not the least bit perturbed, and stepped through the front doors of the school, which they'd reached.

The two once-enemies slipped past the woman guarding the front door, then walked easily though the school, keeping their eyes peeled for the signs next to the classroom doors that told them what subject was taught inside and/or whom the teacher was. The only noises present in the echoing hallways came from inside the classrooms they passed, where students were being taught various subjects that they may or may not need later in life.

It was Tom who saw it first. 'Art.'

Doo glanced through the window in the door, then stepped back. 'It's Dean, alright. He doesn't have a class right now, think we should go in?'

Tom pursed his lips. 'You go in, I'll stay out here and play look-out.'

Doo smiled. 'You just don't want to put up with anymore of my friends,' he claimed before leaning over and kissing Tom's cheek. 'Behave,' he added, then dropped his spell and knocked on the art room's door.

'Behave, he says,' Tom muttered playfully. 'What do you think I'm going to do, Doo?'

Doo fought to keep a straight face as the man he'd once known as Dean Thomas opened the door to his office. "Hello," he offered neutrally.

The darker-skinned man frowned. "What do you want?" he demanded.

"A chance to talk with you, if you please."

"Whatever it is you want, go away. I have a class in half an hour and I need to finish setting up," the man said, then moved to slam the door in Doo's face.

Doo caught the door with his foot and gave his once-dorm mate a hard look. "I know who you used to be," he stated firmly. "Please let me in."

Shock written all over his face, the man let Doo in.

Doo took a moment to look around the room while the man stared at him. He saw a name-plate and glanced back at his old friend. "Your name is Kenneth Logan?"

Kenneth snapped out of his stupor and was immediately in Doo's face, eyes furious. "Start talking before I rip you apart. Who told you about my amnesia?"

Doo crossed his arms over his chest and frowned. "No one. And it's not amnesia, it's a magic spell that blocked your memories because we lost the war."

'Dooley!' Tom's voice shouted in Doo's mind.

'Trust me,' he replied softly as he watched Kenneth try and process what Doo had just told him.

Tom let out a growl, but otherwise remained silent.

"Kenneth?" Doo prodded after the man had been silent for a few minutes.

Kenneth's eyes seemed to refocus on Doo, then he spoke in a quiet voice. "A war? Magic?"

Doo nodded. "You and I, Kenneth, we're wizards. We went to school together at Hogwarts, a school for magical children not far from here. A little over ten years ago now, there was a war that tore our world - the magical world - apart. We two fought on the same side and, after we lost, our opponent cast a spell that blocked our memories so that, while we could continue to populate the magical world, we couldn't rise up against him."

Kenneth shook his head in not-quite disbelief. "How do you know all this?"

Doo sighed. "I recently met with our old enemy and we saw eye-to-eye. In an attempt to learn a few things, he unblocked my memories, so I now remember everything that happened. We have found, since then, that the whole world - magical and non-magical alike - is in danger and we need all the help we can get to save it, which means grabbing those who have forgotten."

Kenneth ran a hand down his face. "So, you need my help to save the world?"

"Again," Doo agreed with a grimace.

Kenneth let out a heavy sigh. "Can I think about it?"

Doo nodded. "I don't have a problem with that. Although, if you could help me find someone else, I'd be most grateful."

"If I can, sure," Kenneth agreed warily.

"Older woman who teaches Latin here?"

Kenneth frowned thoughtfully. "Minna Douglas?"

Doo shrugged. "I'm afraid I don't know what name she may be using now."

Kenneth nodded. "Well, she's the only female Latin teacher here. Both Leonard and Martin are male..." He paused. "No, I take that back. Rebecca teaches Latin, too, but she's a part-time grad student..."

"It'll be Minna, then," Doo decided with an amused smile. "What room is she in?"

"B seventeen. Turn left outside my door, then go right when you get to the fork down the hall. Her room's on the right, between Leonard and Eugene's rooms. If she's not there, try the teacher's lounge five doors down on the other side of the hall."

Doo nodded. "When's a good time for me to drop back by?"

Kenneth shrugged. "Don't. I'll come find you."

"Fair enough," Doo agreed, then turned towards the door. "I'll be seeing you later then, Kenneth."

"Yes, later...." Kenneth agreed. Just as Doo was about to open the door, though, Kenneth called, "Wait! What's your name?"

Doo smiled over his shoulder. "Dooley Tarrant." Then he slipped from the room and from sight as Tom recast the Invisibility Charm on him.

'Come on.' Tom grabbed Doo's hand and led the way down the hall.

Doo quickened his pace so he wasn't being dragged. 'I'm sorry, Tom. That was just one of the fastest ways to get through to him without him murdering me.'

Tom spun suddenly to face Doo, almost making the other run into him. 'I don't like having to put up with all of your little friends. I don't like having all my enemies coherent again. I don't like having to rely on Dumbledore for things. Most of all, I don't like it when people do things without telling me,' he hissed, false green eyes flashing.

Doo leaned forward and kissed Tom firmly before replying, 'I hate this as much as you do, Tom. If I knew a way to end this whole thing now, I would. I'm sorry.'

Tom pulled Doo against him and hugged him tightly, relaxing slightly when Doo returned the hug. 'I'm sorry, too. I shouldn’t be getting angry at you.'

Doo smiled at the Dark Lord. 'I know. It's Lucius who deserves your anger,' he teased. 'But we want the daemon he's helping too much to kill him off now, so you're stuck with just me.' He pulled away gently, not letting go of Tom's hand. 'Shall we go find Minna?'

'I suppose...' Tom agreed quietly. He didn't like how easily Doo had brushed off his little fit. But, then again, that was just like the green-eyed man. Harry Potter was quite used to bearing his fury, and Doo Tarrant wasn't really all that different from the man he'd once been in that respect - less so now then ever before.

With a silent growl, Tom pushed his thoughts to one side. He'd have plenty of time to think about his lover when Doo wasn't standing right there next to him.

-~/\~-

Minna Douglas prided herself in being a cool thinker and a rather normal individual. She was stern, but not too stern, knew how to take a joke and would smile when it was called for. Very little startled her and, if her missing past bothered her, she certainly didn't let anyone else know.

So, when two strangers stepped calmly into the B hall teacher's lounge, she simply nodded to them calmly. When they started in her direction, she ignored them in favour of her book.

"Minna Douglas?" the smaller of the two asked, startlingly green eyes questioning and hopeful.

Minna looked up with a scowl. "What?" she asked coolly.

The green eyes lit up with a smile and he fell into the seat across from her. "Hi. I'm Doo Tarrant."

Minna frowned at the offered hand. "What do you want?"

Doo didn't seem the least perturbed by her unfriendliness. In fact, he just smiled and said, "I was just dropping by to see my old professor."

Minna tried not to gape. 'Old professor? I never taught this man! He's far too old! Unless...' Minna narrowed her eyes and quickly found her voice. "When exactly did you have me, young man?"

"Nineteen ninety-one to nineteen ninety-seven, though you probably don't remember any of that," Doo replied cheerfully.

"Wha-" Minna found herself unable to either finish her sentence or close her mouth.

The man who'd come in with Doo snorted. "Gryffindors."

Doo gave his companion a fond smile. "Don't knock it until you've tried it, Tom."

Tom crinkled his nose. "Perhaps not." Then he turned to Minna with a cool look. "Your name is actually Minerva McGonagall and you are, in fact, a witch. Ten years ago you taught at a magical school called Hogwarts. Doo was one of your students."

Minna shook her head. "Impossible."

"Is it?" Tom shot back before pulling out his wand and pointing it at her book. "Accio Minna's book."

Minna found herself gaping again as her book flew into the man's outstretched hand. "Impos-"

"No, it's not. You just saw it, in fact," Tom replied sharply.

Doo stood then and got between Minna and Tom. 'You need to stop. I know you two had problems in school, but this is not Minerva McGonagall, Tom. Just as I am not Harry Potter,' Doo thought calmly as he gently pried the book from the Dark Lord's hands. Then he turned around and held it out to Minna with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry about Tom. You two went to school together, you see, and didn't get along too well."

Minna clutched the book to her breast. She was staring at Tom in a fascinated sort of manner. "What else can you do?"

"No wonder she liked Hertha so much," Doo chuckled.

Tom silently turned the chair she sat on into an unsteady stool. "Lots of things," he replied coolly as Minna jumped off the stool quickly.

"Tom," Doo said, exasperated.

Tom smirked, but put the chair back right before Doo yelled at him. "Yes, Doo?"

Doo rolled his eyes. "Bastard."

"Slytherin," Tom corrected.

Doo rolled his eyes again.

Minna hurriedly regained her unflappable self. "So, if I'm a witch, then why can't I do magic, or remember anything?"

"First, magic is hardly the cure-all Muggles seem to think it is," Tom sniffed, looking rather insulted by the very thought.

Doo covered a smile and retained his earlier seat. "The chair won't bite, Minna," he offered, then shot Tom a sharp look. "At least, it had better not bite."

Tom snorted. "I am above such childish pranks, thank you."

"What do you call a few moments ago?" Doo quizzed evenly.

"A relapse," Tom declared calmly.

Doo buried his face in his hands, shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

Tom turned back to Minna, face expressionless. "As for your memory? There was a war about ten years ago in our world and you, along with Doo, happened to be on the loosing side. Your punishment was the blocking of your memories, along with the tapering of your magical powers - so you didn't have a burst of accidental magic in the middle of, say, London when there wasn't anyone around to clean up the resulting mess."

Silence reigned for a long moment before Minna said, "So, why have you two come here? I've been living just fine without all this insane knowledge about stuff I can't recall."

"Because they need our help, apparently," Kenneth said as he stepped into the lounge.

Doo grinned. "It's nice to know nothing really changes." In answer to the three questioning looks, he added, "Kenneth used to make a bad habit of listening at doors."

"I'm sure he wasn't the only one," Tom said, giving Doo a pointed look.

Doo smirked. "Albus learned in my fifth year not to hide stuff from me, thanks."

"That old man can learn?"

"Tom."

Tom shrugged, then looked between Kenneth and Minna seriously. "Yes, we are in need of your help. Doo learned for me that one of my men is plotting against me with the help of a daemon. He intends to destroy the whole world to free the daemon world, which Merlin locked away centuries ago."

"We need all the help we can get," Doo added softly. "And while Tom doesn't trust a soul, I trust the people I once fought with. While you may have grudges with some of our allies, if we don't all learn to work together, we'll all die as sacrifices that will help the portal to be opened."

"So, basically, we agree to help you or we sit back and watch as our world falls into ruin," Kenneth translated coldly.

"I didn't mean to make it sound like an ultim-"

"Exactly," Tom cut in.

"Tom!"

Tom gave Doo a sharp look. "Dooley, by even telling them of Lucius' plans, we are telling them that they can either help us fight against it, or help Lucius open that portal. In this fight, there is no side of neutrality. Lucius and his ally have drawn the battle-lines and we are left to gather our allies among those who don't trust us or who we don't trust."

Doo looked away. "I hate all this fighting. All my life, I've been fighting against something - you, the mind-block, and now Lucius."

Tom settled on the arm of Doo's chair and drew the pale-haired man against him. 'I swear, once this is all over, we're both moving to the Arctic for a long break from the rest of humanity.'

'Can we move to Mars instead?' Doo shot back, wrapping his arms back around Tom and leaning against him.

'We can go wherever you want, Doo.'

Minna let out a quiet cough and waited until she had both Tom and Doo's attention before stating, "I'll help however I can. My morals won't let me just sit back and watch as the children I teach are slowly killed off by something most of them no longer believe in."

"I quite agree," Kenneth added. "And I'm sure Bonnie, my wife, will agree. I don't want my unborn child to come into a world rent with death and sacrifice while I can still prevent it."

Doo's responding smile was watery. "Thank you. Both of you."

Tom nodded. "When is school out? Doo and I can take you, and Bonnie, to Hogwarts to meet the rest of our rag-tag group."

"Rag-tag?" Doo inquired.

"We've got Luna Lovegood, Severus Snape, Tonks Black, and Hertha Riddock all working together in a strange sort of peace - how is that not rag-tag?" Tom shot back, false green eyes laughing.

"Will we be receiving our memories back?" Minna asked coolly. "After all, we might know something useful."

"Yes. You will," Doo stated before Tom could even open his mouth. "But because it's such a painful and draining process, it'll have to wait until the weekend."

"Quite," Tom agreed, scowling. Doo smiled at him apologetically.

"That should do," Minna decided. Kenneth nodded his agreement.

So the four made plans for meeting up after school. Doo would take Kenneth home, pick up Bonnie, then Apparate them to the school. Tom would find Minna and Apparate her to Sherbet Lemon to pick up Hertha, Deva, and Nick. Doo knew it was probably a bad idea to let Nick and Tom at one another without his supervision for any extended length of time, but he hoped that Deva's presence would, at the very least, soften Nick's tongue.

-~/\~-

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A/N: With luck, the court scene will be next chapter. Without luck, we'll have the way it turns out and I'll put more filler out of my arse. -.-

~Bats

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
Discontinued

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Comments

[slyth-enigma.livejournal.com]

Delightful chap, Bats, I love watching as the plot builds and characters are introduced/reintroduced.

[batsutousai]

^.~
My first response to seeing that there was a comment on this already, actually, was "Bloody Fuck!! Don't people have LIVES around here?!?" ^.^"

[slyth-enigma.livejournal.com]

*laughs*. Actually, I'd just gotten back from going out from the movies, and just happened to check, so it was really a random timing thing. Though I'm sure the amount of people following your writing has to do with why you always get feedback fast...

[batsutousai]

*amused*
It does scare me sometimes, how I post something and then it's like I turn away from it for half a minute and when I look back there's a million reviews. O.o
Not that I'm complaining, of course.... ^.^"

[yangchencen.livejournal.com]

Weeee! You are back! *dances and smooches*

*Run off to read now*

[batsutousai]

*laughes and hugs* I am. Not that I really went all that far. XD

[tsorriana.livejournal.com]

I think it is a very good chapter dear. Glad to see you writing.

J.L.

[batsutousai]

Glad you liked!
And, yes, the feeling in mutual.

[ladyphoenixia.livejournal.com]

Yay chapter! And it was excellent, as always.

Have I mentioned that I like how you can often see traces of their old names in their new ones? As soon as I saw Minna I'm like "That's totally Minerva"

Also, I like Harry's ridiculously gryffindor methods. It's surprising neither of them said he was a lunatic, unless there's some part of them that remembers magic, even only subconsciously.

[batsutousai]

*bows*

Have you? *amused* Well, that's why I called her Minna, actually. Just for an excuse to call her something close to Minnie without having someone's head ripped off. *laughes*

Well, you figure, they were Gryffindors to. They'd certainly respond to a Gryffindor approach before a Slytherin approach, yah?

[ladyphoenixia.livejournal.com]

Very true.

[flosspyromaniac.livejournal.com]

Okay, feed the crazy person ^.^
Nice build-up, you're obviously working up to the big battle stuff, and you're bringing everyone back together which is nice. The Tom/Doo interaction was nice as well...
More soon would be good.
Floss

[batsutousai]

*happy bouncing ensues*
I liked the Tom/Doo interaction. It ends up reminding me of the good old days in Abandon. *grabs tissue* I miss my baby so. T.T
*amused* I'm working on it. Fear not.

Dingo Ate My Baby

[(Anonymous)]

Very nice.... I missed reading your stories, I love Tom and Doo together, will the sequel be their life on Mars? I can't wait to read what happens next for Forgotten and Riddle's Little Problem.

Later..

Re: Dingo Ate My Baby

[noagirl.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't that be cool? A life on Mars... *happy sigh*

[sdrana.livejournal.com]

I like Minerva. Specifically, I like her better in things you write, whether she's slightly Muggle or not.

And speaking of things you write ... ::glances up at commend about Abandon::

Outtakes! ::hide::

[noagirl.livejournal.com]

^.^ Yay! *loves her Minnie*

*mutters some* Yes, yes. *throws some things are her muse* You heard the woman! Move yer effin' arse, you bum!

[sakitokun.livejournal.com]

Yay, Minerva and Dean are going to help!

[batsutousai]

Teehee.

I love your icon, poor Nev. XD

[sakitokun.livejournal.com]

^.^

Hehe, yes. Poor Neville. Should we go and reassure him that he hasn't killed Harry?