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Escaping This World	By : sablecurse Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 25499 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter 2 – Can't Hide the Past

Dumbledore swore loudly as Harry's body crumpled to the floor. He rushed over and quickly did several stasis and healing spells. Albus was unlucky in that he could have stopped any damage if he had gotten there sooner; however, he was lucky in that it seemed his disarming spell moved the barrel of the gun so that the bullet wasn't fatal. His spells should keep Harry from dying, but the boy had to be brought to St. Mungo's hospital – there was no telling just how much damage the bullet did cause.

Albus searched the pockets of his lime-green and bright orange robe for the portkey to the hospital he always kept on him in case of emergencies. He was an old man after all and was a top enemy of the current dark lord. Albus finally found the portkey disguised as a band-aid and firmly grabbed Harry. With a whispered secret word to activate the portkey, Harry and Dumbledore disappeared from number four, Privet Drive.

After appearing at the well-known wizarding hospital of St. Mungo's, in a room designed just for portkey entry, Albus tucked the portkey back into a robe pocket before levitating and disillusioning Harry. He left the room with the boy floating behind him and walked quickly to the Reception Desk. He leaned down and whispered into the ear of the medi-witch on duty; the woman paled and quickly ushered him toward the hardly-used Muggle Malady Ward.

The reason for the secrecy was because Dumbledore knew that most of the wizarding papers had listening spells in the lobby of the hospital. If the wizarding world, especially Voldemort, knew that the boy savior was incapacitated, it would make things very difficult for the leader of the Light.

The group of three finally reached the correct wing of the hospital and Dumbledore was shown the door of a more secluded room. Albus guided Harry's invisible form to the bed, closed the curtains to the window and the glass wall shared with the hallway, and then removed the Disillusionment Charm on the boy. The medi-witch gasped at the bloody form of the Boy-Who-Lived and ran off, returning less than a minute later with two healers. One of the healers literally shoved Albus out the door despite his protests – medical confidentiality indeed. Albus tried eavesdropping spells, but it seemed the room was well-warded as he couldn't hear a thing. Albus plopped down into a chair in the hallway and waited for news on his weapon.

The door finally creaked open five hours later (Albus passed some of this time with a nap) and one of the healers stepped out into the hall before closing the door behind her. Dumbledore prepared to go into the room but the woman stopped him.

"I understand he is just under seventeen. I need to speak to his guardian," the healer insisted.

"I am the boy's magical guardian," Albus lied. Truth was, Sirius had been the boy's guardian in all ways as stated in the Potter's will and even him being sent to Azkaban couldn't change that. And Sirius had stated he wanted Harry emancipated in his own will. Albus decided the boy didn't need to know this, however, as it removed a significant amount of his power over Harry.

The healer took him at face-value though - after all the headmaster was the leader of the Light - and pulled him into a discreet corner. "Mr. Potter is currently stable. The significant trauma to the head has been healed, but it is unknown what kind of mental damage has been done. He is still unconscious and it appears his magic has put him into a healing coma of some sort. He should wake up, but it's up to his magic when that will be. But the most disturbing thing we found on the child was signs of long-term physical and sexual abuse. We were able to heal the bruises and the fresher marks, but there are some scars that have been there too long for us to get rid of completely. On the lucky side, the number of these old scars were few; he could easily cover them with a glamour if he so chooses. We were also able to heal the scar tissue resulting from his sexual abuse, as that appears to have been going on for less time that the physical abuse."

Albus put on the proper face of horror and anger over what the healer was telling him. Sure, Harry's living conditions were worse than the headmaster had thought, but as long as the boy lived to kill Voldemort, he didn't much care.

Albus assured the lady that he would head the investigation into the boy's muggle relatives, but it had to be done in secret to prevent backlash from the general public. In reality, Albus had no intentions of doing a thing. It wasn't like he could send the boy back there again since it was unlikely he would be out of the hospital before he reached majority age, so the only thing an investigation would do would be tarnish the headmaster's prestigious reputation.

The headmaster was finally admitted to the room as the other healer left the room, looking tired and a little pale. The medi-witch who originally brought them to the room told Albus that a healer would be sent around every few hours to check on Harry and give him potions. The only other thing left to do was wait.

After ten days passed, Albus was very tired of waiting on the savior to wake the hell up. Luckily for him, he got a note via owl on the morning of July 26th that Harry had woken up, but there were complications. Dumbledore floo'd to the hospital and quickly made his way to Harry's room.

At first glance, everything seemed alright with the boy. Harry was looking up at Albus with a smile, his green eyes looking healthy and he was even eating some pudding on his own. Dumbledore was about to question the healer about the complications that had been mentioned in the owl's letter when Harry opened his mouth – then all became clear.

"Do you know where my mommy and daddy are?" Harry asked Albus, his voice sounding much too child-like and innocent for what Harry had been through.

The woman smiled sadly, "They had to go away for a while, but we'll do some fun things until you see them again. Okay?"

Harry frowned a little before nodding and went back to eating his pudding.

The healer went to Dumbledore and quietly told him what was going on. "It seems he has some memory loss. He seems to remember language, eating, and other basic things. Harry believes he is a young child and his parents are still alive. He doesn't remember the events of the past sixteen years except for the knowledge he gained. For instance, he remembers spells he learned at Hogwarts, but none of the people he encountered or events he experienced there. And while he believes himself a child, most of his language is that of his real age with only minor differences. The healing we did should have kept all of the memories in place, so I believe the memories are still there but they are buried beneath the surface. We believe that he was unconscious for so long because his magic was working to block out the painful memories. The blocks aren't solid though, as some words seem to set off an episode. Watch."

The lady turned back to Harry, feeling guilty for what she was about to do. "Harry. Do you love your parents?"

Albus could see an immediate change as the boy's shoulders tensed and his eyes went from bright and innocent to dull and haunted. The more noticeable reaction though was the boy's magic causing the wizarding pictures on the wall to shake and rattle before they fell off the wall, greatly pissing off the subjects of said pictures.

Harry then said, in a quiet and defeated tone, "I don't believe in love. Love is filthy."

Seconds later, the boy's magic was calm again and he quickly regained his childish demeanor. "Did you say something, Mrs. Nastar?"

The healer shook her head and brought a magical coloring book to Harry, where the coloring tool was a wand that changed its color selection every so often and the pictures in the book moved around. "Here. How about you color your mom and dad some pictures so you can give it to them as a gift."

Harry smiled brightly. "Okay!" It took a while for Harry to figure out how the wand worked, but once he did, he began coloring while humming a made-up tune.

Albus couldn't use this person. Sure, the boy seemed to remember spells he learned, but in this naïve and innocent mentality, Harry was sure to run from a frightening thing like a dark lord. He needed Harry to remember.

"Healer Nastar, is there anything to help the boy remember?"

The woman shook her head. "Since it was his own magic that did this, the healer recommends to let Harry either keep the memories hidden or to let the memories slowly come on their own. To force the blocks on the painful memories down would do more mental harm than good, we believe."

'Well,' Dumbledore thought, 'that will not do at all.' But he nodded to the healer as if in agreement while he thought about all the ways to make Harry regain his memories.

"Could I spend some time with the boy? Since he doesn't seem to remember people, I should get to know him again."

The woman accepted. "Harry. Headmaster Dumbledore is going to play with you for a while. I'll be back after in a little while to see how the pictures are coming." She gave an affectionate smile to her new favorite patient before heading out of the room.

Harry glanced up at the old man and gave a nervous smile before going back to coloring. "Do you want to color too?"

Albus rolled his eyes when the child wasn't looking but forced a smile on his face and sat down next to Harry's bed. "Oh, no thank you my dear boy." Ah – 'boy' seemed to be another key word, though not as strong as the last one. Albus reached into his colorful robe and pulled out a tin before opening it and offering it to Harry, "Lemon Drop?"

Harry glanced at the tin and looked eager to have a piece but shook his head. "I'm not supposed to take candy from strangers."

Albus chuckled and took one for himself before tucking the tin back in his robes. He let Harry continue coloring while Albus thought of all the ways he could try and force the repressed memories to emerge.

There were likely some complicated spells, but he knew the hospital traced wand-magic done in the patient rooms and he'd take the backlash from the hospital staff for going against their advice. The easiest way was to say as many words as he could that might cause the same reactions as earlier and hope it overloaded the blocks on his memories. After a few minutes of compiling a list of likely words, he once again turned to the boy on the bed.

"Harry, my dear boy, don't you just love people with funny names, like Dudley, Dursley, Vernon, Petunia, and Bellatrix? Especially if they wear veils or cuffs?"

The reaction was not what Albus was hoping for as Harry's magic turned the headmaster's hat into a block of ice and pushed him out of the room, while the boy yelled about him being a 'mean, old man'. When the headmaster tried to open the door that had shut behind him, the handle shocked him. The little brat had locked him out.

Well, this may have put a damper on Dumbledore's plans but he was still determined to get his weapon back under control. It was time for Albus to visit his resident got-to guy – a certain Professor Severus Snape.

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Song for this chapter: Smoke by Natalie Imbruglia

A/N: I know that the amnesia thing is done a lot. Don't worry though, as it'll be over by next chapter. I am not happy with what Dumbles says to try and force Harry's blocks down. My mind just refused to come up with something better.
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