Echoes of the Past

"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."

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