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It was dark and smelled foul. He was on the ground gasping for breath thrashing around a cold laugh outside the cell which if it had been warmer it would be familiar to the suffering man.
"You deserve this, my boy." Comes another familiar voice.
Who was it? What was going on? He stresses himself. His body arches in pain when he feels his insides churning again. What was that? No one was touching him but why did he feel that?
Magic?
Magic is real?
A soothing feeling rushes through his veins, healing him from the pain.
What was it?
Your magic, Harry.
Harry? Who is Harry? Is it me?
'The youngest Gryffindor seeker, HARRY POTTER!!!'
He gasps and chokes out a sob, he was Harry. His name is Harry and he is a wizard. Yes! Yes, but why did he loose his memory? Who were the people hurting him?
He forces his eyes to open, but he couldn't, he feels warm liquid seeping in between his clutches hands.
I am bleeding. He realizes.
Where was he? What was going on? Why didn't he remember anything?
Another rush of pain, he screams, his own voice felt foreign for him. A cruel laugh and giggles fills his ears.
Why are you doing this? He wanted to ask them but he couldn't in midst of his screams.
The pain stops and he hears a series of footsteps walking away. He rolls around a little and opens his eyes, it hurt so much, the light around him wasn't so bright but it felt like he was opening his eyes after a decade. He looks down to see he was naked, marks and marks of whips and some of fire.
He blinks heavily, head still throbbing with pain, he lets his eyes finally adjusts to the scenario and he realizes he is in a room. A dark room not a cellar as he had assumed. Why a room? He had to run, his legs hurt and he looks down to see they were chained his hands however were free.
What was going on? Wasn't be being tortured? Where his enemies so confident that he won't run away?
He takes deep calming breath to recollect everything that has happened to him.
His name was Harry Potter.
It didn't sound right. Why didn't it sound right? His eyebrows furrows when he hears a small wisp of voice, trying to concentrate he breaths in softly.
'Hadrian.'
Hadrian? Hadrian. His name was Hadrian James Potter. He feels light, despite his condition he grins because it was small victories that counted.
He takes a shuddering breath.
He was a wizard. A powerful wizard. He corrects himself when a pump of magic heals his wounds in a flash.
Why was he stuck? Who captured him? Why didn't he have his wand?
Wand.
'You have your mother's eyes, young Hadrian.'
He nearly screams. It was an old man, Olivander he recalls, he gave Harry his wand. A phoenix cored wand that was very special for him. Where was it?
He looks around to see the room was empty aside from few chairs. He felt sick did those people look at him while being tortured?
Who was the torturer?
He closes his eyes. Think Hadrian.
The boy who lived.
The boy who will vanquish the dark lord.
The boy who just doesn't die.
The boy who betrayed.
Who did he betray?
Dumbledore. Dumbledore was his magical guardian. He was the man who said he deserved it. Dumbledore was dead. Why?
And then all of the sudden the door in front of him opens, two men, identical, came in. Harry's head was spinning he squints his hollow eyes at them.
"Oh, Harrykins." One of them says sadly.
Harry fumbles in his chain, scared of being tortured again, he makes himself as small as possible. Why did torture sound so familiar? Abusive. Abusive family.
The Dursleys.
A band of memory comes rushing in, hiding in a cupboard, dark and dusty. Welts of belts all over his back, his face with hand prints, starvation, chores everyday, he was their slave, not a nephew. A woman named Petunia, a man named Vernon and a child named Dudley.
They will pay. He thinks venomously.
He feels a glass of something being pressed on his lips, he thrashes, poison, it must be poison.
"Harrykins, it is water. Please. We are here to help you."
Harry gasps, his eyes flickering through both of the identical men, distrustful glances but he tips his head and sighs in relief when wetness falls on his lips, it tasted like heaven, he drinks it greedily, his hoarse throat finally felt soothed.
After finishing water he looks at the twins and smiles gratefully.
"W-who are you?" He croaks out.
He notices the crestfallen look on them.
"Harrykins, we are Fred and George weasley."
Weasley.
Burrow.
Family.
Ronald Weasley.
Hermoine Granger.
Best mate.
No.
Traitors.
He looks at them with wide eyes. "Ron and mione." He whispers.
Fred sighs sadly. "Our little brother and his girlfriend are blinded by Dumbledore. You don't seem to have memory of how you got here. Do you remember the dark lord? Your Tom?"
Tom.
Who was he? Why was he mine?
Tom. Tom. Tom. He keeps repeating the name in his mind but to no avail he remembers him. It felt sad for some reason. He wanted to remember the man, more than anything. Why?
Why?
Because you make me happy, tom.
He does?
"Harry, listen to us." George says, patting his cheeks softly to get him out of his trance. "We are here to save you, but we don't have time. You were unconscious for days so we couldn't risk it. This is memory potion Severus brewed it for us."
"It will bring your memory back, along with your control."
Harry looks at the red potion. He needed his memory. He needed his magic. He needed...Tom. He gulps the disgusting potion in one go and he feels his mind jumbling.
He feels all his memories coming back. He was a Hogwarts student, a golden boy who was supposed to vanquish an dark lord, how he met the dark lord, how he fell in love with him on his 2nd year, how they met through a diary. Secret meetings and ditching the Dursley's during holiday's to be with him, finding and securing hocruxes for Tom. His Tom. His lover. His everything.
Tom came back to his original form and rised to power slowly, with Harry guidance and Tom's power. He was liked and loved by every death eater, they were his family, even with Severus Snape it all had been a misunderstanding created by Dumbledore. Harry found out about the traitors in his life, a filthy mudblood Hermione Granger, a blood traitor family Weasley aside from two faithful ones and the so called savior, Albus Dumbledore. They were all cheating and manipulating him since the day he stepped foot on king cross. Taking his money, shoving him into a abusive household, all the dangers he was put into, every single thing was their fault.
It was his last year in Hogwarts and Tom had already taken over ministry and it was all over for the order. After all those years of secrecy there was a public announcement of their engagement of Harry being the dark ruler as well, confusion, a huge fire, separation and confundus charm. He was dragged into grimmauld place, away from his lover and his real family by those treacherous people. He remembers Ronald calling him a whore and some other members searching for compulsion spells on him. Dumbledore had beat him, tortured him, thrown spells upon spells along with Ron and Hermione.
They will all pay.
He feels his magic on every single cell of his body, finally gaining his control, he didn't need his wand for escaping, those foolish goons thought of binding him in his own property.
He looks at two of the faithful ones.
"Thank you." He whispers.
Fred and George shake their head.
"Its alright Harrykins. They don't suspect a thing, but they might after you leave."
"But it is fine because we are ready to die for you. Run away Harry. The dark lord is near to tearing apart your mansion."
Harry smiles softly. "I will come save you." He says.
"Kreacher." He calls his elf.
And the elf pops in instance.
"Master. Forgive Kreacher for letting them stay here. Those horrible people tried to kill me master." He cries out.
"It's ok, Kreacher, you did good. Find me my robes and a pain relieving potion." He says softly.
Two boys look anywhere but Harry giving him his little of privacy. It was disheartening to see Harry like that, he was tricked and kidnapped, tortured so much that he had near to forgotten his memory.
Harry lifts his dead hands and gently caresses the binds on his legs and breaks it open. Kreacher comes back and gives Harry his robes and a potion.
"Take good care of my manor, Kreacher, tell Walburga i said sorry for leaving her with those filthy people."
Krecher nods dutifully.
"Protect them." He says, gesturing to the twins.
He rummages through the robes, hoping to every heaven that those dumb wizards weren't able to get past his wards and sighs in relief when he finds the port key to their manor. His and Tom's.
His body was still shaking due to pain although he couldn't feel it. There were tons of Dark curses used on him, some were healed by his own magic while some fucked his body up, he couldn’t wait to meet his love.
"Take care." He says to his two friends, who nod gently.
And after that he activates the Portkey and gets sucks into it.