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batsutousaiTitle: The Forgotten
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batsutousai
Beta:magickmaker17
Pairings: I’m gonna be evile and not tell you. *cackles*
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 should be working on Abandon, or writing the lemon for Salir right now, not messing around with The Forgotten…
Key:
’Thoughts’
Writing
”Doo’s memory flashes”
¤Another language, like Bulgarian¤
Chapter One
Hogwarts
Doo was waiting outside his shop’s door quietly when Deva walked up to him. It was Sunday, so he didn’t have to open if he didn’t want to. He’d called Nick’s cell phone the night before, after making up his mind to go, and left a message with his voicemail that told the other to not bother coming in that day.
“You vill come, then?”
Doo shrugged and nodded. “Yeah. Even if I can’t remember anything, it’ll still be a way to re-connect with the past that I’ve lost. At the very least, I might meet a few old friends.”
“If you do, they vill not remember you.” Deva warned as she motioned for him to fall into step with her.
Doo let out a sigh. “Figured.”
Deva offered him a sympathetic smile before shooting a quick look around the empty alley from where she’d stopped at it’s mouth. Once she was sure it was clear, she dragged a confused Doo into it and held out a boot to him. “This is a Portkey. It vill take us to my cousin’s room. She vill take us up for breakfast in ze Great Hall. They haff good food there.”
“Will your cousin be okay with a man popping into her rooms?” Doo asked, not touching the boot.
“I haff been threatening to bring Nick for much time now. She vill be dressed ven ve get there.” Deva assured him, holding out the boot again. “Touch it.”
Doo let out a sigh and rested a hand on the boot. He didn’t catch what Deva whispered, but, the next moment, he felt a peculiar tug at his navel and the world around him slipped out of focus. When it came back into focus again, they were in a stone room with a cheery fire lit in the fireplace. Three Victorian-style chairs were set around a polished table made of redwood. The room had a cozy feeling to it.
“Deva!” A happy woman’s voice called. The owner of the voice stepped forward and hugged Deva tightly before turning to Doo, her blue eyes glinting in the firelight. “And is this your little friend Nick?”
“No.” Deva smiled faintly. “This is Nick’s boss, Dooley Tarrant. He is one of ze Forgotten.” She explained to her cousin, whose eyes widened. “Doo, this is my cousin, Syna Krum.”
A voice that was once familiar flashed through Doo’s mind like lightning: “The champion for Durmstrang will be Viktor Krum.” He slammed his eyes closed and shook his head sharply.
“Doo?” Deva asked softly, settling a hand on the white-haired man’s arm gently.
Green eyes flew open, laced with confusion. “Who is Viktor Krum?”
Syna gasped. “That vos my husband! He died in ze vor! How could you know his name?!”
Doo just shook his head helplessly, but Deva supplied an answer. “He remembers things, Syna. He remembered Hogvarts, but didn’t know how.”
Syna gave the man a cutting look before nodding faintly and looking away. “Come. I vill lead you to the Great Hall. You vill both be sitting vith me at the Head Table, of course.” She said as she motioned them to follow her.
Doo brought up the rear, giving the cousins time to catch up, and looked around curiously. The building looked to be made completely out of stone. Suits of armour were placed against the wall at regular intervals, and Doo could have sworn they were watching him. Hung from the stones were tapestries and pictures with moving people in them. One knight waved at him vigorously, causing him to loose his balance and land on his bum on the ground. Doo smothered his laughter at the unfortunate knight’s predicament. He didn’t think it would be polite to laugh.
The school felt like home, to Doo. It was the place he’d always longed to return to deep within his heart, even if he couldn’t remember it.
-~/\~-
The Dark Lord Voldemort frowned as the wizard to his left, the current Headmaster, blabbed on about how everything was fine and he shouldn’t have bothered coming. ‘Like Severus would make something up.’ The Dark Lord snorted mentally. ‘He has no imagination to make such things up.’
He glanced up at the teacher’s entrance as it opened and admitted three people. The first two he knew: Syna Krum, Deputy Headmistress, his second, and Professor of Charms; and Deva Vladislav, Syna’s cousin who owned a small flower arranging shop in a Muggle town near the school. The last figure was the one that caught the Dark Lord’s eye, though, even as he nodded his head in return to the two witches’ bows.
The third figure was a tall man with hair whiter than Lucius’ and eyes the colour of a fresh clover. He was looking around the Great Hall with a look of awe on his face, eyes shining brightly. He wore Muggle clothing that would have looked plain on most people, but only seemed to enhance his faintly feminine form. The Dark Lord realized he was staring when Syna waved her hand in front of his face. “What?” He snapped.
She cocked an eyebrow at him, not put off by his tone in the least. “I didn’t expect to see you here, Lord. Vot are you here for?”
The Dark Lord scowled. “Severus called me.” He replied shortly. “Your cousin has brought a Muggle with her.”
Syna shook her head faintly. “Forgotten, actually.”
Red eyes widened slightly and he leaned forward to take a closer look at the green-eyed man, who was allowing Deva to pile his plate with food with a faint smile. “You can tell?”
“Deva says he remembers things, Lord. He heard my last name and asked vo Viktor Krum was.”
The Dark Lord gave the witch next to him a sharp look. “A Forgotten who remembers?”
“Not exactly.” Syna shook her head. “Deva says that he remembers things for a brief moment, then forgets them again.”
“A flickering memory?” The Dark Lord frowned. “The spell should not be acting like that.”
Syna shrugged. “I haff no idea vat it is. You might get to know him better and maybe you can find out.”
The Dark Lord’s eyes narrowed and his voice came out as a growl. “You will stop trying to find me a life companion or I will kill you.”
Syna waved a hand at him idly. “I’m only suggesting you make polite conversation, my Lord. He’s a pleasant man. Deva tells me he ovns a candy shop a fev doors down from her ovn.” She shot him a sly smile as he picked up his cup and took a sip. “And he’s gorgeous.”
The Dark Lord almost choked on his pumpkin juice. “Syna.” He hissed furiously. “You try my patience.”
“You haff no patience, Lord.” The witch pointed out lightly. “I think Deva and I shall take a trip dovn to Hogsmeade after breakfast. Vould you entertain Doo for us?”
“Doo?” He frowned for a brief moment before realization hit him. “Deva’s friend?”
“Yes. Dooley Tarrant.” Syna agreed.
The Dark Lord shook his head furiously. “No. I have other business to concern myself with.”
“Vich you really don’t vant to do.” The witch replied in a cool tone. “Shov him around a bit. Maybe he likes Quidditch. You can fly vith him.”
The Dark Lord just let out an annoyed sound and attacked his eggs.
-~/\~-
“Syna and I are going down to Hogsmeade.” Deva said as she stood with her cousin. “Vy don’t you entertain yourself?”
“I don’t know anyone here, Deva.” Doo hissed.
Syna smiled brightly and cocked her thumb at the man she’d been talking with during breakfast, who shot her a dirty look. “This is L-“
“Tom.” The man cut in sharply, red eyes flashing. “Tom Marvolo.”
Syna blinked at the Dark Lord in confusion. “…Right. Doo, this is Tom. He visits the school occasionally. Tom, this is Dooley Tarrant. Doo, Tom says he vill shov you around vile ve are gone.”
Doo inclined his head to the man ever so slightly. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Tom.” He said in a soft voice.
Tom blinked a few times at the politeness of the Forgotten man. “The pleasure is all mine, Dooley.”
Doo shook his head faintly, smiling. “Please, call me Doo.” He stood and nodded to the two witches who were watching on with traces of apprehension. “Weren’t you two leaving?” He asked with a wicked smile.
Deva swatted his arm. “I’ve already been varned about you, Doo. Nick vouldn’t haff introduced us if I vasn’t prepared.” She turned to Tom, who was standing, as Doo laughed. “You vill like him. He is just like you.”
Tom cocked an eyebrow at the woman. “And he also has a good point. Will it help if I promise not to eat him?”
“Not really, but ve shall leave you vith him anyvay.” Syna sighed.
“Doo can take care of himself, I’m sure.” Deva replied before dragging Syna away with a wave.
Doo gave his companion a quick look-over while the red-eyed man gazed around the Great Hall sharply, as if checking that all was well. ‘Black hair, red eyes, and skin that’s pale as a skull’s. Why do I feel that I know him?’
Tom glanced at Doo once he was sure he could leave the Great Hall in the not-so-capable hands of the staff of Hogwarts. The green-eyed man was frowning faintly. “What is it?”
Doo blinked at Tom and shrugged. “A feeling, that’s all.”
“What sort of feeling?” The Dark Lord inquired curiously as he motioned for Doo to walk with him.
Doo sighed. “I feel like I know you from somewhere…”
“Wouldn’t surprise me.” Tom offered. Doo’s eyes widened marginally, asking a question silently. “I played a fairly big part in the Final Battle. If you were there, you probably would have known me.” The Dark Lord replied, ignoring his mind as it pointed out that he didn’t play just a “fairly big” part in that battle.
Doo nodded. “We lost, didn’t we?” He asked softly. “My side, I mean. That’s why our memories are gone.”
Tom kept his gaze focused directly in front of him. “Yes.” He replied evenly. “It was a punishment.”
“It was a way to keep us from fighting back.” Doo clarified in a calm voice. Tom glanced over at him in surprise and Doo smiled. “The past is over and done with. I can understand why we’d be neutralized in such a way, since our reproduction will continue to populate the world with magic and I suppose that’s needed, yes?”
Tom nodded. “Yes. We need the wizards and witches. To kill the opposition very well could have killed us all off.”
Doo smiled. “It was a good choice, then. Kudos to whoever made it.”
The Dark Lord forced his emotions away at those words. He’d only ever been cursed, in the past, for that choice. His own men had called him weak for letting the Light witches and wizards live. “I’ll be sure to tell him when I return to the castle.” Was his emotionless response to his companion.
“Is there anything to do around here?” Doo inquired humourously, seeming to sense the need to change the topic.
“A few things.” Tom shrugged. “I’m usually here on business, really-”
“When did you go to Hogwarts?” Doo asked rather suddenly, then blushed once he realized he’d interrupted the other. “Sorry!”
Tom offered him a small smile. “A very long time ago.” He replied cryptically. “Come on. We’ll go out to the Pitch.”
“The Pitch?” Doo blinked a few times.
“Yes. The Quidditch Pitch.” The Dark Lord agreed.
“They’re burning the Quidditch Pitch, dammit! We need that Pitch for our game against Slytherin tomorrow!” A voice shouted in Doo’s mind. He stopped walking, shaking his head to clear it.
Tom also stopped. “What’s wrong?”
Doo glanced up at the red-eyed man. “It was…burned…in the war?” He asked.
Tom’s eyes widened. “You do remember things through the spell. Amazing.”
Doo shook his head again and sighed. “I’ve lost it again. Dammit.”
The Dark Lord frowned. “I wonder why the spell is acting like that. Perhaps you were a strong wizard...?” He murmured thoughtfully. “But, I wasn’t aware there was a wizard powerful enough to negate even that much of Voldemort’s spell...”
“Would you stop saying his name?! I hate it when you do that! Call him You-Know-Who!”
“You-Know-Who?” Doo muttered, frowning.
Tom looked at the younger man curiously. “Yes, that’s what they used to call him. They’d flinch if they heard his name.”
“Scared of a name?” Doo rolled his eyes. “Idiots.”
The Dark Lord smiled coldly. “Of course they were.”
“It’s why you won, I’m sure.” Doo replied, grinning when Tom gave him a startled look. “What, it is what you were thinking, right?”
Tom smiled wryly. “You are a mystery, Mr Tarrant.”
“Oh? Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?” The white-haired man shot back playfully, earning him a soft chuckle. “I thought you were going to take me to the Pitch.”
The Dark Lord laid and arm across Doo’s shoulders. “So I was. Come along, then.” He said in a light voice. ‘Deva’s right. I do like him. Damn those cousins.’
-~/\~-
The owl found Tom and Doo sweeping past one another on brooms over the Pitch. Tom hadn’t been surprised that Doo was still able to fly. He’d never heard of a Forgotten who had forgotten how to fly or how to walk around. The memories were blocked in a way to allow them to function, but not remember how they knew such things. In that way, it was more advanced than a simple Obliviate.
When the golden brown owl flew over to him, Tom scowled and paused his flight, reaching out to catch the owl gently and relieve it of its letter. As Doo flew over to him, Tom popped the letter open, squinting to read it without his glasses.
We know you’re probably dying to get away from Hogwarts, even if you haven’t been in any meetings today, so why don’t you come on down to the Three Broomsticks with Doo? We’ll grab a lunch together and maybe visit the shops!
~ Syna Krum
Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Second In Command of the Dark Order
Doo blinked at the letter over Tom’s shoulder. “She’s Voldemort’s second?”
The Dark Lord nodded wearily and tucked the letter into a pocket. “Yes. She’s here as Deputy in hopes that she can wield some control over our future. It never seems to work, of course, which is why I’m here. Again.”
“One person can’t handle everything.” Doo replied.
“Very true.” The Dark Lord had to agree. “Shall we meet them for lunch, then?”
“Sure.” Doo grinned. “Though we may want to find a way out of that shopping trip.”
“Oh, I don’t know.” Tom replied evilly. “You look like you could use some robes.”
Doo laughed as they descended.
-~/\~-
¤They look like they’re getting along.¤ Deva murmured to Syna as the two witches watched the Dark Lord and Doo pick out robes for the Forgotten.
¤Much better than I expected, yes.¤ Syna agreed. ¤Do you know where ‘Tom Marvolo’ came from?¤
Deva blinked a few times, then shook her head. ¤No. I figured you might know.¤ The woman shrugged. ¤Perhaps it’s the name of someone he knew once?¤
¤Perhaps...¤
Tom shook his head with an amused look as he noticed that the two Bulgarians were whispering in their native language. “They’re talking about us, I think.” He whispered to his companion.
Doo cocked an eyebrow at the Dark Lord. “Can you tell what they’re saying?”
“If I could hear them.” Tom nodded. “But I can only read lips in English.”
“Figures.” Doo rolled his eyes. “Slytherins.”
Tom laughed. “Don’t you dare hold my House against me, Mr Tarrant.”
Green eyes glittered with a smile. “Hardly. The House doesn’t make the person.” He scratched his head, smile fading suddenly. “I wonder what House I was in?”
Tom shrugged. “From what I know of you now, you were probably a Slytherin.”
Doo shook his head thoughtfully. “No. I was in another House, I know that.”
“Ravenclaw?”
“No.”
“Well, you’re no Hufflepuff...” The Dark Lord shrugged. “So you must have been a Gryffindor.” He scrunched his nose up at that.
Doo laughed. “What’s so bad about Gryffindor?”
Tom offered the white-haired man a thin smile. “Slytherins and Gryffindors have never gotten along.”
The Forgotten rolled his eyes. “First time for everything, Tom.”
“Well, yes, I suppose so...” Tom agreed faintly.
“Here,” Doo held up a neon orange robe. “What do you think?”
The Dark Lord stared at Doo for a few moments in horror. “You’re kidding.” He said finally.
Doo grinned. “Of course I am, idiot.”
Tom laughed at that. “Gryffindor, indeed!” He reached over and tugged on the Forgotten’s ponytail. “Put it back and try those other ones on.”
Doo put the orange robe back on the shelf and started for the changing rooms with the dark-haired man. “Do you have any Muggle clothing, Tom?”
The Dark Lord looked over at Doo in surprise. “Somewhere. Why?”
Doo shrugged. “You did say you hated these meetings. Why don’t you come by my shop tomorrow?”
Tom blinked a few times. “Maybe I will. Syna says you work a few doors down from Deva’s flower shop?”
“Yeah.” Doo smiled. “It’s called ‘Sherbet Lemon’.” Tom froze, eyes widening with shock. “Tom?” Doo asked in concern, pausing his steps.
The Dark Lord shook his head sharply. “I shouldn’t be surprised, I suppose.”
“What?”
Tom offered the white-haired man a small smile. “Sherbet lemons were the favourite treat of one of the two men who led your side.”
“Oh...” Doo scratched the back of his head. “What was his name?”
“Albus Dumbledore.”
“-- Witness for the defence, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.” A voice echoed in Doo’s mind. He nodded faintly.
“You’ve remembered something.” Tom murmured softly.
“Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.” Doo replied.
The Dark Lord sighed. “That’s him, yes.”
“You didn’t like him.” The Forgotten deducted.
“It’s that obvious?” Tom replied wryly. “No, we never saw eye-to-eye, Albus and I.”
Doo smiled. “It happens to the best of us.” He offered before turning and heading for the changing rooms again.
Tom snorted. “To the best and the worst of us.”
“My Lord?” Syna murmured, coming to stand next to Tom with her cousin. “Are you vell?”
The Dark Lord glanced over at the two witches. “I have been invited to visit Mr Tarrant tomorrow. What do you think?”
Syna and Deva traded looks. “I think it’s a vonderful idea, Lord.” Deva offered. “You can get avay from vork.”
Tom grimaced, an action which seemed to surprise the cousins. “True.”
“My Lord, if you don’t mind my asking, vo vas Tom Marvolo?” Syna asked cautiously.
The Dark Lord’s lips curled up into a cold smirk. “Look it up.” Was his only response.
-~/\~-
“Did you haff a good time?” Deva inquired when they paused outside Doo’s shop’s door.
“Yes.” Doo smiled. “Thank you for taking me, Deva.”
Deva shrugged. “Any time.” She offered a sad smile to the Forgotten. “And Tom needs a good friend vo sees him as a regular person, not as someone vo can do everything.”
Doo sighed. “Yes.”
Deva nodded. “Haff fun vith him tomorrov. You can alvays send Nick to me if you vant to close shop early and need an excuse to get rid of him.” Her eyes glittered with mischief.
Doo chuckled. “Oh, off with you, demoness.”
Deva smiled and waved before turning and walking down the sidewalk to her flat. ‘They are good for one another.’
-~/\~-
Doo settled himself in his favourite chair before the fire with a glass of red wine. His eyes danced with the flames he stared at as he thought about the day.
‘Tom Marvolo... There’s something significant about that name, but I don’t know what. It’s tugging on my mind, but...’ Doo sighed helplessly. ‘I like him. He’s fun to be around. More fun than Zack ever was...’ Doo startled at that thought. ‘Zack... I spent the whole day without even thinking his name... And... It doesn’t hurt anymore...’
The white-haired man stared at the wine he’d grabbed, in case he needed another long cry, for a long moment before toasting the air. “Good-bye, Zack Palmer. It’s time to move on.” He finished the glass, stood, and headed for the kitchen, to put the glass away.
-~/\~-
-~/\~-
A/N: Figured out the pairing yet? *smirks*
~Batsutousai
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
Author:
batsutousaiBeta:
magickmaker17Pairings: I’m gonna be evile and not tell you. *cackles*
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 should be working on Abandon, or writing the lemon for Salir right now, not messing around with The Forgotten…
Key:
’Thoughts’
Writing
”Doo’s memory flashes”
¤Another language, like Bulgarian¤
Hogwarts
Doo was waiting outside his shop’s door quietly when Deva walked up to him. It was Sunday, so he didn’t have to open if he didn’t want to. He’d called Nick’s cell phone the night before, after making up his mind to go, and left a message with his voicemail that told the other to not bother coming in that day.
“You vill come, then?”
Doo shrugged and nodded. “Yeah. Even if I can’t remember anything, it’ll still be a way to re-connect with the past that I’ve lost. At the very least, I might meet a few old friends.”
“If you do, they vill not remember you.” Deva warned as she motioned for him to fall into step with her.
Doo let out a sigh. “Figured.”
Deva offered him a sympathetic smile before shooting a quick look around the empty alley from where she’d stopped at it’s mouth. Once she was sure it was clear, she dragged a confused Doo into it and held out a boot to him. “This is a Portkey. It vill take us to my cousin’s room. She vill take us up for breakfast in ze Great Hall. They haff good food there.”
“Will your cousin be okay with a man popping into her rooms?” Doo asked, not touching the boot.
“I haff been threatening to bring Nick for much time now. She vill be dressed ven ve get there.” Deva assured him, holding out the boot again. “Touch it.”
Doo let out a sigh and rested a hand on the boot. He didn’t catch what Deva whispered, but, the next moment, he felt a peculiar tug at his navel and the world around him slipped out of focus. When it came back into focus again, they were in a stone room with a cheery fire lit in the fireplace. Three Victorian-style chairs were set around a polished table made of redwood. The room had a cozy feeling to it.
“Deva!” A happy woman’s voice called. The owner of the voice stepped forward and hugged Deva tightly before turning to Doo, her blue eyes glinting in the firelight. “And is this your little friend Nick?”
“No.” Deva smiled faintly. “This is Nick’s boss, Dooley Tarrant. He is one of ze Forgotten.” She explained to her cousin, whose eyes widened. “Doo, this is my cousin, Syna Krum.”
A voice that was once familiar flashed through Doo’s mind like lightning: “The champion for Durmstrang will be Viktor Krum.” He slammed his eyes closed and shook his head sharply.
“Doo?” Deva asked softly, settling a hand on the white-haired man’s arm gently.
Green eyes flew open, laced with confusion. “Who is Viktor Krum?”
Syna gasped. “That vos my husband! He died in ze vor! How could you know his name?!”
Doo just shook his head helplessly, but Deva supplied an answer. “He remembers things, Syna. He remembered Hogvarts, but didn’t know how.”
Syna gave the man a cutting look before nodding faintly and looking away. “Come. I vill lead you to the Great Hall. You vill both be sitting vith me at the Head Table, of course.” She said as she motioned them to follow her.
Doo brought up the rear, giving the cousins time to catch up, and looked around curiously. The building looked to be made completely out of stone. Suits of armour were placed against the wall at regular intervals, and Doo could have sworn they were watching him. Hung from the stones were tapestries and pictures with moving people in them. One knight waved at him vigorously, causing him to loose his balance and land on his bum on the ground. Doo smothered his laughter at the unfortunate knight’s predicament. He didn’t think it would be polite to laugh.
The school felt like home, to Doo. It was the place he’d always longed to return to deep within his heart, even if he couldn’t remember it.
The Dark Lord Voldemort frowned as the wizard to his left, the current Headmaster, blabbed on about how everything was fine and he shouldn’t have bothered coming. ‘Like Severus would make something up.’ The Dark Lord snorted mentally. ‘He has no imagination to make such things up.’
He glanced up at the teacher’s entrance as it opened and admitted three people. The first two he knew: Syna Krum, Deputy Headmistress, his second, and Professor of Charms; and Deva Vladislav, Syna’s cousin who owned a small flower arranging shop in a Muggle town near the school. The last figure was the one that caught the Dark Lord’s eye, though, even as he nodded his head in return to the two witches’ bows.
The third figure was a tall man with hair whiter than Lucius’ and eyes the colour of a fresh clover. He was looking around the Great Hall with a look of awe on his face, eyes shining brightly. He wore Muggle clothing that would have looked plain on most people, but only seemed to enhance his faintly feminine form. The Dark Lord realized he was staring when Syna waved her hand in front of his face. “What?” He snapped.
She cocked an eyebrow at him, not put off by his tone in the least. “I didn’t expect to see you here, Lord. Vot are you here for?”
The Dark Lord scowled. “Severus called me.” He replied shortly. “Your cousin has brought a Muggle with her.”
Syna shook her head faintly. “Forgotten, actually.”
Red eyes widened slightly and he leaned forward to take a closer look at the green-eyed man, who was allowing Deva to pile his plate with food with a faint smile. “You can tell?”
“Deva says he remembers things, Lord. He heard my last name and asked vo Viktor Krum was.”
The Dark Lord gave the witch next to him a sharp look. “A Forgotten who remembers?”
“Not exactly.” Syna shook her head. “Deva says that he remembers things for a brief moment, then forgets them again.”
“A flickering memory?” The Dark Lord frowned. “The spell should not be acting like that.”
Syna shrugged. “I haff no idea vat it is. You might get to know him better and maybe you can find out.”
The Dark Lord’s eyes narrowed and his voice came out as a growl. “You will stop trying to find me a life companion or I will kill you.”
Syna waved a hand at him idly. “I’m only suggesting you make polite conversation, my Lord. He’s a pleasant man. Deva tells me he ovns a candy shop a fev doors down from her ovn.” She shot him a sly smile as he picked up his cup and took a sip. “And he’s gorgeous.”
The Dark Lord almost choked on his pumpkin juice. “Syna.” He hissed furiously. “You try my patience.”
“You haff no patience, Lord.” The witch pointed out lightly. “I think Deva and I shall take a trip dovn to Hogsmeade after breakfast. Vould you entertain Doo for us?”
“Doo?” He frowned for a brief moment before realization hit him. “Deva’s friend?”
“Yes. Dooley Tarrant.” Syna agreed.
The Dark Lord shook his head furiously. “No. I have other business to concern myself with.”
“Vich you really don’t vant to do.” The witch replied in a cool tone. “Shov him around a bit. Maybe he likes Quidditch. You can fly vith him.”
The Dark Lord just let out an annoyed sound and attacked his eggs.
“Syna and I are going down to Hogsmeade.” Deva said as she stood with her cousin. “Vy don’t you entertain yourself?”
“I don’t know anyone here, Deva.” Doo hissed.
Syna smiled brightly and cocked her thumb at the man she’d been talking with during breakfast, who shot her a dirty look. “This is L-“
“Tom.” The man cut in sharply, red eyes flashing. “Tom Marvolo.”
Syna blinked at the Dark Lord in confusion. “…Right. Doo, this is Tom. He visits the school occasionally. Tom, this is Dooley Tarrant. Doo, Tom says he vill shov you around vile ve are gone.”
Doo inclined his head to the man ever so slightly. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Tom.” He said in a soft voice.
Tom blinked a few times at the politeness of the Forgotten man. “The pleasure is all mine, Dooley.”
Doo shook his head faintly, smiling. “Please, call me Doo.” He stood and nodded to the two witches who were watching on with traces of apprehension. “Weren’t you two leaving?” He asked with a wicked smile.
Deva swatted his arm. “I’ve already been varned about you, Doo. Nick vouldn’t haff introduced us if I vasn’t prepared.” She turned to Tom, who was standing, as Doo laughed. “You vill like him. He is just like you.”
Tom cocked an eyebrow at the woman. “And he also has a good point. Will it help if I promise not to eat him?”
“Not really, but ve shall leave you vith him anyvay.” Syna sighed.
“Doo can take care of himself, I’m sure.” Deva replied before dragging Syna away with a wave.
Doo gave his companion a quick look-over while the red-eyed man gazed around the Great Hall sharply, as if checking that all was well. ‘Black hair, red eyes, and skin that’s pale as a skull’s. Why do I feel that I know him?’
Tom glanced at Doo once he was sure he could leave the Great Hall in the not-so-capable hands of the staff of Hogwarts. The green-eyed man was frowning faintly. “What is it?”
Doo blinked at Tom and shrugged. “A feeling, that’s all.”
“What sort of feeling?” The Dark Lord inquired curiously as he motioned for Doo to walk with him.
Doo sighed. “I feel like I know you from somewhere…”
“Wouldn’t surprise me.” Tom offered. Doo’s eyes widened marginally, asking a question silently. “I played a fairly big part in the Final Battle. If you were there, you probably would have known me.” The Dark Lord replied, ignoring his mind as it pointed out that he didn’t play just a “fairly big” part in that battle.
Doo nodded. “We lost, didn’t we?” He asked softly. “My side, I mean. That’s why our memories are gone.”
Tom kept his gaze focused directly in front of him. “Yes.” He replied evenly. “It was a punishment.”
“It was a way to keep us from fighting back.” Doo clarified in a calm voice. Tom glanced over at him in surprise and Doo smiled. “The past is over and done with. I can understand why we’d be neutralized in such a way, since our reproduction will continue to populate the world with magic and I suppose that’s needed, yes?”
Tom nodded. “Yes. We need the wizards and witches. To kill the opposition very well could have killed us all off.”
Doo smiled. “It was a good choice, then. Kudos to whoever made it.”
The Dark Lord forced his emotions away at those words. He’d only ever been cursed, in the past, for that choice. His own men had called him weak for letting the Light witches and wizards live. “I’ll be sure to tell him when I return to the castle.” Was his emotionless response to his companion.
“Is there anything to do around here?” Doo inquired humourously, seeming to sense the need to change the topic.
“A few things.” Tom shrugged. “I’m usually here on business, really-”
“When did you go to Hogwarts?” Doo asked rather suddenly, then blushed once he realized he’d interrupted the other. “Sorry!”
Tom offered him a small smile. “A very long time ago.” He replied cryptically. “Come on. We’ll go out to the Pitch.”
“The Pitch?” Doo blinked a few times.
“Yes. The Quidditch Pitch.” The Dark Lord agreed.
“They’re burning the Quidditch Pitch, dammit! We need that Pitch for our game against Slytherin tomorrow!” A voice shouted in Doo’s mind. He stopped walking, shaking his head to clear it.
Tom also stopped. “What’s wrong?”
Doo glanced up at the red-eyed man. “It was…burned…in the war?” He asked.
Tom’s eyes widened. “You do remember things through the spell. Amazing.”
Doo shook his head again and sighed. “I’ve lost it again. Dammit.”
The Dark Lord frowned. “I wonder why the spell is acting like that. Perhaps you were a strong wizard...?” He murmured thoughtfully. “But, I wasn’t aware there was a wizard powerful enough to negate even that much of Voldemort’s spell...”
“Would you stop saying his name?! I hate it when you do that! Call him You-Know-Who!”
“You-Know-Who?” Doo muttered, frowning.
Tom looked at the younger man curiously. “Yes, that’s what they used to call him. They’d flinch if they heard his name.”
“Scared of a name?” Doo rolled his eyes. “Idiots.”
The Dark Lord smiled coldly. “Of course they were.”
“It’s why you won, I’m sure.” Doo replied, grinning when Tom gave him a startled look. “What, it is what you were thinking, right?”
Tom smiled wryly. “You are a mystery, Mr Tarrant.”
“Oh? Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?” The white-haired man shot back playfully, earning him a soft chuckle. “I thought you were going to take me to the Pitch.”
The Dark Lord laid and arm across Doo’s shoulders. “So I was. Come along, then.” He said in a light voice. ‘Deva’s right. I do like him. Damn those cousins.’
The owl found Tom and Doo sweeping past one another on brooms over the Pitch. Tom hadn’t been surprised that Doo was still able to fly. He’d never heard of a Forgotten who had forgotten how to fly or how to walk around. The memories were blocked in a way to allow them to function, but not remember how they knew such things. In that way, it was more advanced than a simple Obliviate.
When the golden brown owl flew over to him, Tom scowled and paused his flight, reaching out to catch the owl gently and relieve it of its letter. As Doo flew over to him, Tom popped the letter open, squinting to read it without his glasses.
~ Syna Krum
Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Second In Command of the Dark Order
Doo blinked at the letter over Tom’s shoulder. “She’s Voldemort’s second?”
The Dark Lord nodded wearily and tucked the letter into a pocket. “Yes. She’s here as Deputy in hopes that she can wield some control over our future. It never seems to work, of course, which is why I’m here. Again.”
“One person can’t handle everything.” Doo replied.
“Very true.” The Dark Lord had to agree. “Shall we meet them for lunch, then?”
“Sure.” Doo grinned. “Though we may want to find a way out of that shopping trip.”
“Oh, I don’t know.” Tom replied evilly. “You look like you could use some robes.”
Doo laughed as they descended.
¤They look like they’re getting along.¤ Deva murmured to Syna as the two witches watched the Dark Lord and Doo pick out robes for the Forgotten.
¤Much better than I expected, yes.¤ Syna agreed. ¤Do you know where ‘Tom Marvolo’ came from?¤
Deva blinked a few times, then shook her head. ¤No. I figured you might know.¤ The woman shrugged. ¤Perhaps it’s the name of someone he knew once?¤
¤Perhaps...¤
Tom shook his head with an amused look as he noticed that the two Bulgarians were whispering in their native language. “They’re talking about us, I think.” He whispered to his companion.
Doo cocked an eyebrow at the Dark Lord. “Can you tell what they’re saying?”
“If I could hear them.” Tom nodded. “But I can only read lips in English.”
“Figures.” Doo rolled his eyes. “Slytherins.”
Tom laughed. “Don’t you dare hold my House against me, Mr Tarrant.”
Green eyes glittered with a smile. “Hardly. The House doesn’t make the person.” He scratched his head, smile fading suddenly. “I wonder what House I was in?”
Tom shrugged. “From what I know of you now, you were probably a Slytherin.”
Doo shook his head thoughtfully. “No. I was in another House, I know that.”
“Ravenclaw?”
“No.”
“Well, you’re no Hufflepuff...” The Dark Lord shrugged. “So you must have been a Gryffindor.” He scrunched his nose up at that.
Doo laughed. “What’s so bad about Gryffindor?”
Tom offered the white-haired man a thin smile. “Slytherins and Gryffindors have never gotten along.”
The Forgotten rolled his eyes. “First time for everything, Tom.”
“Well, yes, I suppose so...” Tom agreed faintly.
“Here,” Doo held up a neon orange robe. “What do you think?”
The Dark Lord stared at Doo for a few moments in horror. “You’re kidding.” He said finally.
Doo grinned. “Of course I am, idiot.”
Tom laughed at that. “Gryffindor, indeed!” He reached over and tugged on the Forgotten’s ponytail. “Put it back and try those other ones on.”
Doo put the orange robe back on the shelf and started for the changing rooms with the dark-haired man. “Do you have any Muggle clothing, Tom?”
The Dark Lord looked over at Doo in surprise. “Somewhere. Why?”
Doo shrugged. “You did say you hated these meetings. Why don’t you come by my shop tomorrow?”
Tom blinked a few times. “Maybe I will. Syna says you work a few doors down from Deva’s flower shop?”
“Yeah.” Doo smiled. “It’s called ‘Sherbet Lemon’.” Tom froze, eyes widening with shock. “Tom?” Doo asked in concern, pausing his steps.
The Dark Lord shook his head sharply. “I shouldn’t be surprised, I suppose.”
“What?”
Tom offered the white-haired man a small smile. “Sherbet lemons were the favourite treat of one of the two men who led your side.”
“Oh...” Doo scratched the back of his head. “What was his name?”
“Albus Dumbledore.”
“-- Witness for the defence, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.” A voice echoed in Doo’s mind. He nodded faintly.
“You’ve remembered something.” Tom murmured softly.
“Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.” Doo replied.
The Dark Lord sighed. “That’s him, yes.”
“You didn’t like him.” The Forgotten deducted.
“It’s that obvious?” Tom replied wryly. “No, we never saw eye-to-eye, Albus and I.”
Doo smiled. “It happens to the best of us.” He offered before turning and heading for the changing rooms again.
Tom snorted. “To the best and the worst of us.”
“My Lord?” Syna murmured, coming to stand next to Tom with her cousin. “Are you vell?”
The Dark Lord glanced over at the two witches. “I have been invited to visit Mr Tarrant tomorrow. What do you think?”
Syna and Deva traded looks. “I think it’s a vonderful idea, Lord.” Deva offered. “You can get avay from vork.”
Tom grimaced, an action which seemed to surprise the cousins. “True.”
“My Lord, if you don’t mind my asking, vo vas Tom Marvolo?” Syna asked cautiously.
The Dark Lord’s lips curled up into a cold smirk. “Look it up.” Was his only response.
“Did you haff a good time?” Deva inquired when they paused outside Doo’s shop’s door.
“Yes.” Doo smiled. “Thank you for taking me, Deva.”
Deva shrugged. “Any time.” She offered a sad smile to the Forgotten. “And Tom needs a good friend vo sees him as a regular person, not as someone vo can do everything.”
Doo sighed. “Yes.”
Deva nodded. “Haff fun vith him tomorrov. You can alvays send Nick to me if you vant to close shop early and need an excuse to get rid of him.” Her eyes glittered with mischief.
Doo chuckled. “Oh, off with you, demoness.”
Deva smiled and waved before turning and walking down the sidewalk to her flat. ‘They are good for one another.’
Doo settled himself in his favourite chair before the fire with a glass of red wine. His eyes danced with the flames he stared at as he thought about the day.
‘Tom Marvolo... There’s something significant about that name, but I don’t know what. It’s tugging on my mind, but...’ Doo sighed helplessly. ‘I like him. He’s fun to be around. More fun than Zack ever was...’ Doo startled at that thought. ‘Zack... I spent the whole day without even thinking his name... And... It doesn’t hurt anymore...’
The white-haired man stared at the wine he’d grabbed, in case he needed another long cry, for a long moment before toasting the air. “Good-bye, Zack Palmer. It’s time to move on.” He finished the glass, stood, and headed for the kitchen, to put the glass away.
A/N: Figured out the pairing yet? *smirks*
~Batsutousai
Prologue
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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Date: 8/5/05 04:23 (UTC)The Dark Lord’s eyes narrowed and his voice came out as a growl. “You will stop trying to find me a life companion or I will kill you.” *snerk* The trials of being a Dark Lord - matchmaking cousins.
Sudden thought - what happened to Hedwig? Did she die? And if she's still alive would she remember/recognise Harry if they met. Does the not-obliviate (and I'm getting very curious about that spell, btw) cover magical creatures as well. It would complicate things if owls could find their original owners when those owners have forgotten about magic.
The Dark Lord almost choked on his pumpkin juice. “Syna.” He hissed furiously. “You try my patience.”
“You haff no patience, Lord.” The witch pointed out lightly.
I LIKE this. Fun!
And I KNOW I mentioned the orange robes last time I reviewed this, but... *ROFL*
“You’re kidding.” He said finally.
Doo grinned. “Of course I am, idiot.”
HAH!
This concludes spontaneous reread review.
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Date: 8/5/05 23:59 (UTC)*falls over laughing*
Sudden thought - what happened to Hedwig? Did she die?
I have this bad habit of forgetting the animals... *headdesk* She probably died, I'm thinking. Because, no, the spell wouldn't affect animals.
(and I'm getting very curious about that spell, btw)
You're not the only one. *smirks* Trust me when I say Voldie'll get into that a bit more later on.
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Date: 9/5/05 12:07 (UTC)You do realise that if the spell didn't effect the animals then they either ALL died, or the forgotten will have been being utterly baffled by strange can't-possibly-be-magic-I'm-just-imagining-things animal-related incidents.
*smirkles*
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