Forsaken Memories

Disclaimer:
Messiah: Hey all!!!!Weeeeell, we\'re back again...yes it is us...the ferocious muses to the beloved Neko ^.^\'
Richelle: *bashing club in hand* Leave now Messiah...go back to being an idiot at the office...
Kat: Richelle, sister of mine, all we were suposed to do was-
Messiah: I WANNA SAY IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kat: *smacks her youngest sister with a bashing club* Shut up. You\'re annoying. Now. As I was SAYING, all we were suposed to do-
Messiah: *wails loudly* KAT HIT ME!!!!!!!HAVE YOU NO SYMPHATHY RICHELLE?!!!!!!!!!
Kat&Richelle: I GIVE UP! *both walk off dragging Messiah behind them*
Neko: Well....that was interesting. If that is all, I would like to point out that I in no way shape or form own Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy. *sniffle* They belong to J.K. Rowling...In other words...enjoy my peniless story.

Prologue

“Harry Potter, if you don’t stop that right now, you won’t live to see your 24th birthday. You hear me?” A girl screeched.

Harry laughed. “Easy Jer… you know I’m only kidding.” He said smiling at his cousin.

“Fine, but no more. My dogs don’t need to be anymore riled up. Especially Disorder!” She said playfully.

“Alright, no more, I promise.” He said.

It had been six years since Harry found out he had relatives in America. He had mailed them, and, with enthusiasm he had laughed at, they had asked to meet him. His father had in fact had a sister that Dumbledore kindly forgot to mention throughout his years at Hogwarts. Four months later found him living five houses down from his cousin, Jericho McIver, on the opposite side of the street. The house had belonged to his aunt and uncle for a way to earn some extra money. They would rent the house out during the tourist seasons and use the extra money to pay for Jericho’s college expenses. After he had talked about moving closer to them, they had insisted that he move into the house.

Shaking his head at the three dogs, two of which were watching from the side of the pool as Jericho and the third dog swam in the pool, he couldn’t help but laugh. His ears perked up as he heard a car door slam out in the driveway and he grinned with amusement as Jericho. He knew she was getting annoyed with her boyfriend, he could honestly see why. He still didn’t see why she just didn’t call it quits, she still only shook her head and said calmly “in time,” whenever he would ask her.

“Jericho why is-” Anthony stopped his words short when he saw Harry lounging on one of the fold out chairs next to the pool with Chaos, a 2 year old American Bulldog, sprawled out near his feet.

“Hey Anthony.” He said to the man calmly though his eyes showed the mirth he held for the other man.

“Hey baby. Don’t worry. I asked Harry to stay for a while when he brought the dogs over today. Mom and dad asked us to both come for a dinner tonight. If you see nothing wrong with that, that is.” She said with a hint of annoyance and a glare shot at him.

“Not at all.” He said pausing to look at Harry again. “When you get the chance, we need to talk.” He said. “I’ll be home all night.” He said before turning to leave the way he had come.

Jericho broke out into laughter as soon as he drove off. Harry only sighed and shook his head. His hand was absentmindedly petting Panic’s head. The two year old American Indian Dog didn’t seem to mind and was actually nodding off as Jericho turned to look at her cousin. “He still hates you after six years. “ She said in amazement.

“Sounds like Ron and Hermione.” He said. His smile faded at the mention of his once best friends names.

Jericho smiled. She knew about the Boy Who Lived. Her mother had told her what she was when she was young. She knew that Harry had gone through hell at his mother’s relative’s house in London. His childhood had been stripped from him, for that she felt bad. She never gave him pity though. She listened silently and offered a shoulder to cry on yes, but she never gave him her pity. He was thankful for it and she knew that.

“Hey, come on; don’t think about it right now. We’re expected somewhere yeah? Let’s get ready, sound good?” She asked. Harry smiled and nodded. Jericho could tell the smile was forced but she didn’t say anything to let him know that.

‘Even after six years, he’s never gotten completely away from the other part of his life. Whatever gods find it in their hearts, have mercy on him, I beg you.’ Jericho thought as she made her way to the bedroom while Harry made his way to the front door.

“Hey Jer…I’m gonna head home to get ready…come over when you’re done?” Harry called.

“Yeah. Bye Harry.” She answered.

Harry walked down the street to his own home deep in thought. He was greeted by his two most hyper companions, Padfoot and Moony when he opened the door. They were one year old huskies, one a Siberian, the other an Alaskan, and had been presents from his aunt and uncle for Christmas. He had chosen the names so that he could always remember his godfathers. Shaking his head, he made his way to his bedroom to find the other five dogs he owned sprawled out on his bed.

“Down guys,” He said. He laughed when five bodies jumped off the bed to lie near it on the floor. He busied himself with getting dressed while evading the dead logs that called themselves dogs. After ten minutes of non stop walking and ignoring the dogs, Harry sat down on his bed and whistled. Seven bodies obeyed and jumped onto the mattress to be closer to him.

“Mad Eye; watch the house for me yeah?” Harry said to the Spanish Bulldog lying against the headboard.

“Draco watch over the others will ya?” He asked the American Bandogee Mastiff laying near his feet.

“Tonks, Mione behave you two.” He said. The American Mastiff Panja and the American Eskimo Dog only looked at him with innocent expressions.

“Orion, watch Padfoot and Moony.” He said to his four year old Pit Bull Terrier.

A doorbell ringing through the silence of the house sent seven mouths into a barking frenzy as Harry opened the door. Jericho was standing there with her dogs, Chaos, Panic and Disorder in hand waiting. She grinned and handed Disorder -she knew the Alaskan malamute was his favorite out of the three- over to him after he closed the door.

“The things I do for you yeah?” He said with a fake frown etched into his features.

“Yeah, but you love me though, oh dear cousin of mine.” She said playfully.

“Yeah, you’re a lot better than the pig that calls himself a man.” Harry agreed referring to Vernon Dursley. He hoped she missed the look of pain that flashed through his eyes. If she did, Jericho never said anything and for that he was grateful. Even though he tried to hide it from everyone else, he never could hide things like his painful past from her for too long. She knew he would love nothing more than to run into the arms of his friends again, but she also knew they detested the fact that he wouldn’t be Dumbledore’s pawn again. She sighed deeply, much like Harry, both their minds churning; Harry’s mind filled with painful thoughts of the past while Jericho’s was filled with ways to help him try to forget.