Chapter 5 Harry Potter, This is Your Life

"Now, my boy, there is no need for such language," came the voice that Harry would listen to the least as Dumbledore slowly got up from his bed and looked at the emotional teen. His eyes were twinkling, which caused Harry to quickly look away.

"Go screw yourself, old man," the tied-up teen snarled as he made sure not to look in the man's direction again. He erected a shield around his mind, because if he remembered his sci-fi correctly, that would keep a telepath out. He figured that since the man used contacts, he needed to be looking his victim in the eyes. Still he wasn't going to take the chance, so he created an impenetrable bubble around his brain, like the one for the Enterprise, hoping that would keep the arsehole out. He was glad he got to catch glimpses of that rerun shows on the telly in the store windows. It gave him wonderful ideas, for the use of his tricorder, when he found it. That and the library was a great place to get out of the cold. The books were just as cool as the show and he could imagine better from the words. He had spent hours just reading, and they didn't care as long as he was quiet. Though, they did wrinkle their noses at his dirty clothes. He had had to get right up to the books to see, but the headache was well worth it.

Gasps were heard around the room, and one chuckle. "Tut, tut, Harry, there is no reason for vulgarity," Albus said as he moved closer to the upset child. Just as he got within ten feet of the boy's bed a shield sprung up. It was gold in color and it pushed everyone away from the angry teen. The headmaster peered at the boy to see if he was using wandless magic, but he seemed to be doing this subconsciously. He stroked his long beard and wondered just what had happened to Harry that his magic felt the need to protect him like this. 'Was it the 'power that he knew not'? Could this be harnessed to be used consciously? Or was it just a case of accidental magic?' these thoughts flew through the old man's mind as he calmly stood and looked at Harry.

"You stay the fuck away from me, you bloody pervert," Harry snapped, his eyes going to the man who had violated his mind, making sure to look at that long nose, which gave him a niggling feeling that he should remember another nose much like this one. Not wanting to be laying down and helpless, he took the feeling of his telekinesis and broke the bonds on his arms. He swung his legs off the bed and flattened himself against the wall. "All of you stay away," he said, pointing to each of the adults as his eyes darted from person to person.

"Albus, what did you do to the boy to provoke such accidental magic?" the more official looking man asked as he ran his hand down the ward, only to snatch it back when it burned. Poppy came and checked, but it was only mild. She waved her wand at it and the redness went away. No need for cream for something so minor.

"Ah, Bartemius," the Headmaster answered the man, while he was being treated, "I merely tried to bring his memory back. Unfortunately, he was not compliant at the time," Dumbledore stated as he waved his wand to rid them of the barrier, albeit uselessly.

"He claims to have lost his memory?" the bureaucratic man inquired, looking at the teen shrewdly. He knew the boy was just a glory seeker, this was just one more way to get attention. He would prove that the brat was lying.

"Alas, yes. I attempted to bring it back, but Mr. Potter was not in the mood to receive my ministrations. I had little choice but to bind him against his will," Albus said absentmindedly, running his hand down his beard as he took in the marvelous ward in front of him.

"You mean to tell me, you held him down and pillaged his mind?" the overweight man asked completely aghast. He was more worried at how this affected the tournament. He had a lot of money riding on this kid.

"I deemed it necessary, Ludo," the Headmaster said with an air of authority.

"See! See!" Harry shouted, pointing at the pudgy man. "Even he agrees that you violated me." He was happy someone agreed with him, even if it was the overly happy man. Harry didn't like the look in the man's eyes, like he was some prize or something.

"Well, I wouldn't call it that, but I do see why you are scared of him," the man compromised with a tight smile, not wanting to cause conflict with either side.

"I'm not scared; I am bloody well defending myself. I have no shields against mind-rape," the messy-haired amnesiac snarled, once more causing people to quickly intake their breaths. There was no bloody way he was telling them about his new bubble. "I may not have rights," he snapped at the old woman, "but I will protect myself." He folded his arms and glared at them all, as he moved his foot minutely towards the door.

"Harry, you need to calm down and hear these gentlemen out," Dumbledore tried to placate, waving a hand to the two official looking men. "They have important information that you need to hear, before you try and run away again," he added knowingly, as if there was little doubt that was what was on the boy's mind.

"Fine, but I'm staying right here, and this cool shield stays too. I want to know what technology they use to make a barrier like this. Is it on the beds, but you have to be able to move to use it? Did I push a button on accident? I mean it didn't work when the old man violated me, but right now it's pretty cool," he said enthusiastically, looking at Hermione, who was the only teen in the room and seemed to know what's what. He wouldn't trust these adults. However, she seemed to be on their side, after all she helped keep him on the bed. She did say they were good friends, so for now he'd give her some leeway.

"Oh, Harry," she said, burying her face in her hands, and thinking 'This is going to be a problem.'

"Albus, what is he on about? Technology? He knows very well and good that it is magic. What are you playing at, Potter? If you think you can get out of the tournament by pretending you don't know magic, you can think again. The Cup emitted your name, you will compete or lose your magic," Bartemius stated firmly as he tried to get closer to the boy, only to be pushed back by the golden ward.

"I'm not bloody well pretending! I have no fucking clue who you are, where I am, or what the hell you're talking about! According to Hermione, I didn't bloody well enter anything, so, I will not compete in some bloody Roman game for your enjoyment! Those were outlawed for a reason you know! Therefore, I will lose my fucking 'magic'!" he yelled back, once again making everyone gasp as his magic exploded, knocking them back away from his bubble.

The wind picked up and everything that weighed less than five pounds started fluttering around the room, like a dust storm in a desert. Blankets were thrown to the floor and dragged in circles. Bedpans were flying in the air above everyone's head, except Dumbledore's, who constantly had to duck because he was so tall. Gloves, paper towels, and other small items were joining the dance.

"Harry! Harry!" Hermione called, trying to get his attention through the maelstrom of energy and debris.

"What?!" he bellowed back, thinking of all the cool uses he could do with such a defense. He looked around for any machines that would be causing this. Maybe it was telekinesis. That would be handy. He'd just have to learn to use it right.

"Stop before you hurt someone!"

"Right," he said, taking a deep breath and noting that all the adults were sending cool flashes of light from their tricorders. Those lights were hitting his shields and he really wish he had someone to tell him what strength they were at. 'If they're failing, I'll have to reroute life support,' this thought made him chuckle and the energy lessened and the now useless items were falling to the ground.

Madam Pomfrey was banishing them left and right, and then replacing them with fresh ones. Her lips were pursed, but she really couldn't blame the child for his reaction. No, she blamed the Headmaster for his heavy-handedness.

"Harry, would you like me to tell you a little bit about yourself? It might bring back some memories. Well, that is if Madam Pomfrey thinks it's okay," she said questioningly as she turned to the nurse.

"I don't see a problem with that," the mediwitch stated, looking at the irate teen as she finished making up the last bed.

"Are you an expert at memory loss?" Harry asked as his eyes narrowed. From his reading there was little that could be done, but Hermione's suggestion might have merit. Still, he didn't want anyone point their tricorder at him.

"I am well versed in healing, thank you very much, and I can tell you little is known about amnesia. There are different theories on how to treat it, but the most common one is to surround the patient with the familiar. Therefore, Miss Granger telling you about your time here should not be detrimental," she huffed, hating the fact that he questioned her professionalism.

"Right," was all he said.

"I can tell you some things as well," the old man offered as an olive branch, desperate to see something besides loathing in the boy's eyes.

"You stay the fuck away from me, you old bastard," Harry growled, pointing a finger in his direction, but not looking him in the eye.

"Language," came the reprimand of the three females, which caused Harry to give them the bird.

"Very well," Dumbledore sighed, and then turned to the other adults in the room. "We should relocate to my office to discuss this situation," he said with a wave of his hand towards the door.

"Yes, that is perhaps for the best," McGonagall agreed, as usual. She wanted to know what was going on with the boy, but he didn't seem to like any of the adults in the room. It broke her heart a bit that he didn't trust her like he did before.

"I will have a full report on what is happening. We do not know where he has been, or what he has been doing for the last week. How do we know he has not done something nefarious to make him more powerful? Just look at this room and that dome, it is evidence enough that he is stronger than he was when he left," Barty stated, folding his arms and not budging. Thought, Ludo seemed happy about that turn of events.

"Come now, Bartemius, we can take this discussion elsewhere. Moreover, I saw his memories, before he removed my presences," argued Albus as he shooed the other adults, bar Poppy, out of the ward. "I can confirm that the child has been living as a vagabond for the last week. He merely is doing accidental magic in a form of protection. He…" and the voice trailed off as they left the infirmary.

"So, tell me about myself," Harry said with a 'go ahead' wave of his hand as he sat on the nearest bed.

"I'll just leave you two to it," Pomfrey said as she hustled to her office. She would need to order more supplies after this.

Once the adults left the ward dropped, and Hermione moved closer. "Well, I don't know much about your childhood only that you don't like your aunt or her family. You never really discussed them. I know you were placed there for protection against the Death Eaters, who may want to kill you for vanquishing their master, who is still out there in wraith form, and also wants you dead," she said all in one breath.

"So there really are people trying to off me," Harry said with a thoughtful look on his face as he tried to think of where he dropped his 'wand'. He could probably use it right about now. All he would have to do is find someone to show him how. He looked at the girl in front of him and wondered if she would be a good candidate, she was knowledgeable, but she came off as bossy.

"Yes, which is one of the reasons you should stay here," she pointed out.

"Right, still not sold on that, but tell me more about us and how we met," he offered as he nestled back into the pillows he piled up on the headboard. He was tired and needed information if someone was looking to do him in. He'd settle here for a moment and then leave if he had to.

"Well, we met on the train, but we didn't really like one another until Halloween our first year, when you saved me from the troll, with our other friend, Ronald Weasley," she said as she settled at the foot of the bed.

"Troll?" he questioned with a great deal of doubt in his voice. In his mind he pulled up a picture of a large green man-shaped being. Like the one's in the story 'Billy Goat Gruff'. He really hoped those weren't real.

"Oh yes, I was ever so scared, and you were so brave," she said with a bit of fear and a lot of admiration. "I was in the girls' bathroom, crying because Ron said some horrible things about me, when…" she went on to tell him all about his heroic fight against the large monster, and then proceeded to tell him about the next few years.

His face went through a myriad of emotions, the biggest one was skepticism. 'How could all this be real, and no one know about it? If there were large monsters running about, it'd be on the telly,' he continued to think.

Meanwhile in the Headmaster's office

"I have heard what you said, but how do you know it the truth?" demanded Crouch Sr., once everyone got seated. He had listened to the Headmaster ramble the whole way here, but still didn't believe a word of it. The boy was just trying to get out of the tournament.

"I went into his mind, Bartemius, and I can tell you that the boy is suffering from amnesia. It is unlike anything I have ever seen. I looked as far as I could and he only remembers this last week. His first memory was hiding in an alley; cold, alone and scared. He has no recollection of how he got to London, only a vague feeling of fear," Albus said as he stroked his beard in apprehension. This would not be good, if there was no way to return the boy's memories then he would not remember the joys he felt being away from his family. He would not look onto Albus with admiration or listen to him when he was told his fate. It was a disaster; however, the Headmaster was confident that he could turn this around to be benefit of all.

"There is nothing? Nothing at all?" McGonagall asked, her face lined with worry. The poor boy had suffered enough, couldn't he go one year without danger? So far, this year was out, but perhaps the next? That is if he stayed, which if he didn't remember what he had learned over the years could be difficult. He would have to start from the beginning, and that might prove too much for the poor lad. Harry had never been studious.

"No, after this prior week there is a vast blank space. It is gone, and I do believe that it will not come back. As I said, it is unlike anything I've seen before. Even poor young Alice and Frank Longbottom have memories."

"Will he compete?" the extremely concerned Bagman asked. Oh, he wasn't worried about the boy, no; it was his gold that was on the line.

"Alas, I do not know," Albus stated truthfully.

"That could be a problem," Crouch said, thinking about how the press would react.

"Yes," the old man agreed, but he was more alarmed over the return of Voldemort and the Prophecy.

Back in the Infirmary

"So let me get this straight, by my count, my life has almost ended eleven times. Nevertheless, you and everyone else insist that this is the safest place for me?" the disbelieving boy asked with a gobsmacked expression on his face, when she was finished telling his tale.

"Well, yes," she said, squirming in her seat.

"Right, still not sold, but like you said, I will be fed and housed, and it's already paid for. So I'll take my chances and stay here for now. However, I'm not going to be a student until I am convinced this isn't some really wacked out science fiction funhouse. Where they train mad scientists, fantasy novelists and game programmers," he stated, folding his arms in a hardheaded manner.

"Oh, Harry," she said for the third time as she folded her arms in much the same way.

"Tell me about this kid, Ron. If he's my best mate, why isn't he here? I'm sure after the noise we made earlier, everyone knows I'm back," Harry asked, changing the subject.

"Well," she said slowly, not really wanting to tell, "he believes that you went behind his back and put your name in the Goblet, for the fame and money."

"In all the years we've been friends, did I do anything to make him believe that?" our hero asked, still thinking he must have been some arsehole to do that to a friend.

"NO!" she shouted, and then she leaned forward and put a hand on his leg. "I mean, no, far from it. You hate your fame."

"Oh, well then, he's not much of a friend if he thinks that," Harry concluded without much thought. After his week on the streets, he trusted no one but himself.

"He'll get over it," she tried to get him to see reason. She didn't want him to throw away four years of friendship because a small spat. Sure, Ron was hot-headed, but he soon cooled down and they could pick up their friendship to what it was before.

"Nope, anyone who thinks so negatively about me isn't worth my time," he said with a firm wave of his hand. He heard that somewhere, but like everything else he had no clue where.

So Hermione tried to make him see reason, and told him that he and Ron had been very good friends for years. She told him about all the fun they had and the things they did together.

Back in the office

"What about his wand?" Crouch asked, moving the subject along. They had been beating a dead horse for a while now, and the only conclusion they had was that the boy had lost his memory. "He cannot compete without one," he added, firmly in denial that the boy would back out.

"I believe I can solve that easy enough," Albus stated with a twinkle in his eyes. "Dobby," he called and smiled when the little elf popped in.

"What can Dobby be doing for Headmaster Dumblydore?" Dobby asked with a small bow.

"Harry Potter seems to have misplaced his wand somewhere in an alley near the Leaky Cauldron. Would you be so kind as to go and fetch it for him? I am sure he would appreciate that," the old man manipulated.

"Dobby will do that right away," the happy little guy said and popped away.

"There, that should solve that," Dumbledore said with a small smile. He would use the wand to make Harry more compliant. Too bad he knew less about Dobby's devotion than he thought.

Back at the Hospital Wing

Hermione was trying to get Harry to say he would go to classes, when a small being popped in and latched himself to Harry's legs. "Dobby had found Master Harry's wand," the energetic little guy stated as he let go and bounced on the balls of his spindly feet. He held up the wand and smiled at his favorite wizard.

It took all of Harry's control not to scream when the little gremlin grabbed his legs.

"Harry, this is your friend, Dobby. Dobby, Harry has lost his memory," Hermione said quickly as to not repeat the scene from earlier.

"Master Harry, does not remember Dobby," the elf said as his ears drooped. Then they perked back up and he stated, "Dobby will do everything he can to get Master Harry to remember him."

This made Hermione shiver in a small amount of fear at how Dobby would go about that, remembering all the things he did to 'save' Harry's life during their second year.

'I make some weird friends,' the boy thought as he looked at 'Dobby' and wondered if he were a robot. How cool would that be? An AI that was so lifelike. "Nice to meet you, Dobby," he said warily. And then he saw what the being was holding out and yelled, "My tricorder! Thanks, little guy," he said as he grabbed his 'wand'. "Where are the controls?" he asked eagerly.

"Oh, Harry."