Amnesiac Harry

Title: Amnesiac Harry
Author: Lilith challenge issued by Demonic Darkness
Rating: Nc-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Voldemort, Harry/others

Author's Notes: This is set in Harry's fifth year. I just wanna give a shoutout to Demonic Darkness! Love ya babe! This fic's for you!


It was July 31st. A young boy sat on his windowsill staring at the night sky as midnight approached. The boy was rather skinny for his age and small, looking no older than thirteen. His hair was as black as the sky, falling in unruly locks around his face (think third movie hair!). His mouth was set in a smile, his lips pouty and pink, and he sighed contently as he glanced back at the clock which now read 11:58. Only his eyes showed just how mature the young boy really was. His eyes were a startling emerald green and often shone with wisdom and knowledge that children his age normally did not have. But right now they were hopeful and dancing happily, as was to be expected for a boy whose birthday was in two minutes. It was his fifteenth birthday and right now he was waiting patiently for the bundles of cards and presents he was sure to receive from his friends; presents that he never received from his family, the family he was currently living with.


He jumped as he heard his door crash open, in the doorway a drunk Vernon, and his cousin and Aunt Petunia behind him crying and pleading. He stood up quickly and backed away as he watched the scene before him.


“Vernon! Stop! Please! Don’t do this!” Petunia pleaded, and Harry noticed, with horror in his eyes, that her face was bruised and her lip split open. Dudley looked worse as he struggled with his father, his own face bruised and blood pouring from his mouth.


“Dad…stop...” Dudley pleaded before he was thrown back as Vernon smacked him across the face hard. Harry heard a crack as Dudley hit the wall and fell to the floor, not moving an inch. Petunia screamed and rushed towards her son. Vernon observed it grinning like a maniac, and then turned his attention back to Harry who was shaking quietly in a corner, his wand on the other side of the room…next to his uncle.


“Guess what happened today boy? I lost my job! Fired! And I found out my bloody wife!” Petunia cringed and continued to cry, “is out fucking some freak! Like you! You want to know why?” Harry shook his head as his uncle screamed at him. Petunia was crying over Dudley’s limp form, but she slowly came to her senses as she noticed Vernon slowly getting closer to Harry.


“It’s because of you! I know it was your fault! Why else would I get fired? Petunia would never fuck some freak! You put some sort of …freak curse on my family! You ungrateful little shit!” Harry quaked with fear, his eyes now filled with fear as his uncle cornered him.


“Uncle I would nev…”


“Shut the fuck up! I did not say you could speak!” Harry paled.


“Vernon…please! Don’t hurt him!” Harry stared as his aunt, who had not once said a nice word to him ever, pleaded for his safety


Harry gasped as his uncle back-handed Petunia, making her cry out and fall to the ground. Harry realized then that his uncle had most likely gone insane. Vernon laughed as he turned and saw Harry’s terrified expression. He grabbed Harry roughly and threw him on the bed, his head hitting the backboard. Harry moaned in pain, curling up in a ball, his head throbbing. He felt his uncle’s weight lower the bed. Harry opened his eyes blearily and saw his uncle sneering down at him.


“Well freak…since Petunia will no longer sleep with me I guess you will have to do.” Harry’s eyes widened and he leapt from the bed only to be grabbed around the waist and dragged right back onto it. He screamed, kicking and biting his uncle as Vernon ripped his clothes from him. Harry saw stars as Vernon slapped him again; Harry stopped struggling enough to give his uncle time to undo his pants. Harry moaned his defeat, his hands weakly pushing away his uncle. Vernon laughed like a maniac as he punched Harry in the stomach, making Harry double up, his face screwed up in concentration as he struggled to regain his breath.


“You’re so pretty nephew…like your mother. Look at me!” Harry stared unseeing into his uncle’s eyes.


“Such pretty eyes…and such a pretty mouth…” Harry started crying at the last comment, unable to hold back anymore. He screamed as he felt his uncle thrust into him; white, hot searing pain ran through his spine and into his body. He struggled to escape; biting, kicking, and scratching as his uncle thrust in and out of him. He stopped when he felt another slap as Vernon back-handed him again.


“You’re nothing but a little freak whore! You will never grow up, you will never amount to anything, and you will never be good for…any…thing…but…this!” Harry stared at his two motionless relatives lying on the floor. His mind absorbing the words Vernon screamed at him while shutting him down. Harry’s emerald eyes leaked tears as his uncle began to blame him for the death of his parents, saying he only caused other people pain wherever he went. Harry was rocked back and forth as Vernon thrust in and out again and again, his mind agreeing with everything.


*Yes…I’m a whore. It’s all my fault. I killed them, and I will probably end up killing everyone else too. It might be better if everyone forgot I even existed…or maybe if I forgot they existed. Then we could all be happy. I wish someone would save me…*

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Petunia woke up with a throbbing headache, her whole face sore and her body bruised. She was having trouble breathing and coughed up blood as she took a deep breath in. She opened her eyes blearily to see a woman staring down at her with pity and disgust, she held a wand pointed at her, ready to strike if need be.


“My son? Please….my son!” The dark-eyed witch turned and Petunia noticed that she was not alone, another witch with blonde hair was sitting on her nephew’s bed…doing something…she couldn’t see from the floor. A man with blonde hair also, stood in the doorway glaring angrily around the room, next to him stood a man with greasy, long hair and a scowl. Petunia’s gaze finally settled on the young man standing in the corner, his raven hair reminding her of her nephew a little. He caught her stare and then turned to the dark-haired witch who was now addressing him.


“My Lord…she is asking after her son.” The raven-haired man chuckled.


“You two may look different but when it comes to your children there is nothing you wouldn’t do for them.” Petunia stared, confused at the man’s words.


“He has been taken care of. Your husband is dead, our Lord killed him.” Petunia gasped at the blonde woman’s words. She closed her eyes as she thought of her son. She opened them again, her eyes cold, as she thought of her husband. She immediately panicked as she thought of Harry.


“Harry?! HARRY!? Where he is? Please Vernon was…”


“He’s on the bed.” The blonde haired man said quietly. She slowly crawled to the bed and gasped as she saw the extent of the damage Vernon had done to Harry. His face was bruised, his once creamy flawless skin covered in ugly bruises, bites, and scratches. He lay staring at the ceiling, his arms flung above his head, his once bright eyes dull and lifeless. He whispered to himself as the blonde haired woman stroked his hair, and then gave him a liquid in a bottle to drink. He drank it willingly, but his actions were mechanical, almost as if he didn’t even know they were there.


Petunia cried out in horror and rushed to his side. She grabbed his face gently and turned it so that he was looking at her. His blank eyes boring a hole into her soul and she wailed.


“Harry? Harry!? Please answer me!” She cradled his head as she cried, rocking back and forth, his face emotionless, and his lips still forming whispers.


“Do you know why your husband would do such a thing to a boy?” Petunia glanced up at the black-haired woman.


“For years now….he has fantasized about Harry. I would hear him in the shower…saying things…about him. I grew tired of it. I went and found me someone else…a wizard. He knew Harry and last night when I went to meet him he was talking about taking Harry away before Vernon could get his hands on him. When I came home Vernon was waiting. He knew and he began to beat me. My son saw and tried to help, but now that he is skinnier he wasn’t much against my husband.” Petunia paused as she glanced down at Harry before continuing.


“He then said if he couldn’t have me then…then…Harry would just have to do.” Petunias started crying again.


“I pleaded with him, both Dudley and I, to leave him alone. It was his birthday last night. Did you know?” The group shook their heads; she smiled sadly as she stared down at Harry.


“We never celebrate it. Vernon would get angry. But he was so happy when he started attending that school. His friends send him stuff. He thinks we don’t know, but I knew. He was so happy…last night. You could see it in the way he looked at you. He turned fifteen, so young.” She brushed a strand of hair from his eyes, his cold, lifeless eyes.


“His presents are right there.” The blonde woman nodded to the desk where letters and boxes were piled. Petunia nodded.


“We tried to stop him. But…I wasn’t strong enough. And now my son has suffered and Harry…sweet Harry…suffered the worst.” She looked up at the raven haired man, sensing he was the leader despite his youthful appearance.


“I can’t keep him here anymore. It’s too much for me. Please will you take care of him? Will you tell him I’m sorry…for what I did to Lily..and to him?” He nodded and muttering a spell, watched as she fell over dead asleep, a peaceful smile on her face.


Narcissa felt tears spring into her eyes as she listened to the tale. She thought of her own son, Draco, he was also 15. She thought of how she would feel if this were her son…lying in his own blood, bruised and scratched. He may be the Lord’s enemy but no child deserved this. She looked up at Lucius who was also frowning, his eyes bright with madness; he was obviously thinking the same thing. Despite people’s beliefs, family came first with the Malfoy’s. They may have allied themselves with Lord Voldemort…but their first allegiance was to family.


“My Lord…death was too quick for that fat muggle!” Voldemort quirked an eyebrow at Lucius’ remark.


“Lucius…could it be you care for Potter?” Lucius flushed slightly at the comment.


“My Lord no child deserves what this young man went through.” Lucius’ jaw dropped at his wife’s audacity to talk back to the Dark Lord. Voldemort laughed. *The Malfoy’s are being very protective of the boy…And even talking back to me?* He laughed again.


“Cissa, you are right. Enemy he may be, but child he also is.”


“My Lord…what will you do with him? Why rescue him?” Bellatrix asked. Voldemort’s eyes became distant as he stared at Harry’s prone form on the bed.


“He called for me…he called for my help.” Bellatrix’s eyes widened and she nodded, not understanding, but knowing it was important to her master. Voldemort smirked.


“I think I will keep him as a pet, after all he does owe me a life-debt now.” All five of them turned as Harry sat upright, his eyes no longer blank but wide and curious, like a child’s.


“Hello. Who are you all? And why are you here…and where am I?” Harry started to tremble as suddenly he realized he didn’t even know who he was. His mind was grabbing for information and snatched at empty air.


“You…don’t know who we are?” asked the dark haired man from the doorway. The boy shook his head. Voldemort immediately recognized a golden opportunity when he saw one.


“Why...don’t you recognize me pet?” Harry’s face screwed up in concentration as he thought about the man before him. His hair was midnight black and hung in his face; his eyes seemed cold and were a blood red color. He looked young but appeared to be the leader for the group. Harry sighed as he realized he could not place the man anywhere/ He shook his head…apparently the man knew him. Apparently they all did, but he knew none of them.


“Why, I’m your Master pet! How could you forget!? Apologize this instant!” Harry flinched at the words. Narcissa opened her mouth to protest but was stopped by a look from Lucius. Harry hung his head.


“I’m sorry Master. I don’t remember. Please forgive me Master.” Harry spoke softly as the group turned toward Lord Voldemort. He smiled, and approached the bed.


“You were hurt pet, by an evil muggle.”


“What’s a muggle?” Voldemort grinned. Perfect. This beautiful creature in front of him would never remember being the-boy-who-lived.


“They are non-magic people. We are wizards and you are too! We can do magic. You belong to me, but this muggle stole you for himself and hurt you.” Harry looked confused.


“So we can do magic? And I belong to you? And he kidnapped me? So when he hurt me I forgot?” Harry asked, his eyes shining with confusion. Voldemort found himself drawn to him as he stared into his eyes.


“Yes. But muggles will never hurt you again! Only we are your friends. We are the ones who saved you after all.” Harry nodded. He did not remember anything, but one thing he did remember was being in so much pain and suddenly it was gone. He smiled up at Voldemort, and Voldemort found himself flinching back from the trust shining in his eyes.


“So Master what is your name and who are they?” Narcissa held his hand as she introduced the people in the room.


“My name is Narcissa Malfoy, my husband Lucius is the tall blonde in the doorway. The dark haired man next to him is Severus Snape. This woman here is Bellatrix Lestrange, my sister. And you have already talked to our Lord.”


“Lord Voldemort. And you are Harry Potter.” Harry smiled as he was told his name. Harry Potter…yes. That sounded perfect.


“Now that you have healed it’s time to go pet.” Harry nodded and suddenly squeaked as arms wrapped around him and carried him to the middle of the room. He suddenly realized that he was in a bedroom…and was forgetting something.


“Wait…before we go. Can we bring the owl?” Voldemort motioned to the cage where Hedwig resided, watching everything with wide eyes. Severus grabbed the cage, grumbling to himself, and Narcissa grabbed Harry’s trunk, wand, and presents. Voldemort raised an eyebrow at her but she merely raised her chin and stared him down. He nodded once. She smiled in relief. Harry noticed the exchange and smiled at Narcissa, who seemed to be on his side. She smiled back. Voldemort turned to his followers and snapped his fingers.


“Let’s go.” And with a pop they disapparated

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Dumbledore stared at the room, seeing the blood and the corpse of Vernon Dursley. Petunia and her son had been taken to St. Mungo’s, surprisingly their wounds had been healed somewhat. Someone had helped them before leaving and possibly taking Harry…or it might have been Harry himself before he fled his uncle’s wrath, his now dead uncle.


Remus was seeing red, his nails digging into his skin as he smelled the room. Fear, sweat, blood, and worst of all sex.


“Headmaster…he’s gone,” said Tonks mournfully. Sirius paced the room and let out a growl at the statement.


“Damnit Albus! He was supposed to be safe here! And now look! A muggle dead, two more in St. Mungo’s! Harry gone! Along with all his things!” He collapsed to his knees and cried as he realized his godson might be the murderer and attacker of his family…or worse dead. Kingsley Shacklebolt and Mad-eye Moody watched the scene quietly. Tonks, face pale, simply walked to the bed and lightly fingered the part of the sheet that was not covered in blood and semen. *Harry…where are you?*

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Harry gasped as he eyed the bedroom. It was huge. There was a king sized four poster bed. A table was next to the fireplace and there was even a small library. There was a door that led to a bathroom in which Harry felt he could spend the rest of his life in. He didn’t know how he knew, but he could feel that he had never seen a nicer room. Voldemort dumped him on the bed, still naked, but no longer injured. The same people that were in the muggle house were there as well.


“Master, I’m…I’m hungry. Might I have some food?” Voldemort sighed in exasperation and nodded to Narcissa and Bellatrix who smiled and approached Harry. He smiled back and began talking to them, telling them what he wanted and asking politely for this and that. While they were talking, Lucius and Severus approached Voldemort.


“My Lord…I...I do not approve of having the boy as…some slave. Hasn’t he been through enough?” Voldemort smirked. So…already the boy had swayed his followers, charming them.


“Severus? What about you? Do you approve?” Severus shrugged. He could care less about Potter. Though he had to admit the boy was pretty, he was Potter. Annoying, noble, Gryffindor to the end.


“He’s a nuisance, My Lord. Dumbledore has brainwashed him beyond hope. He thinks our side is evil. When he regains his memory, he will kill us most likely. Why not just kill him before he’s given the chance?” Voldemort pondered his servant’s reply. Yes, Dumbledore had lied to and manipulated Harry Potter. But now the boy had been wiped clean, he could teach him all HE knew. Besides, the boy was beautiful. His emerald green eyes and dark hair complemented his pale skin, giving him an ethereal look. He was small for his age, for some unknown reason. Not looking the fifteen years Voldemort knew him to be. And when he smiled…Voldemort shook his head. This was Harry Potter…his new pet. He would not fawn over him like some love-struck pup.


“Master!” Voldemort looked up to see a now clean and mark-free Harry running toward him. Harry stopped two feet from him and kneeled, one leg up and the other leg’s knee on the floor. His right arm was propped on his leg and his head was bowed. Voldemort grinned as he realized that Narcissa and Bella had taught him the basics and cleaned him up while asking him about his food.


“What pet?! You cannot just run here and there!” Harry nodded and replied with a ‘yes Master’ before speaking again.


“It was my birthday today. May I see my presents? Cissa said that she, Mister Malfoy, Bella, and Severus had some for me.” Narcissa smirked at her genius idea. The presents would be made to seem like they came from them instead of his friends. Voldemort raised an eyebrow at Narcissa’s clever thinking.


“Yes, but afterwards. We have much to discuss. Leave us!” The others in the room exited, Lucius and Narcissa with scowls, Severus with a look of indifference and Bellatrix with a knowing smile. She could feel how her Lord felt about him. He was already attracted to him, far more than a Master and pet relationship. She closed the doors with a smirk, leaving Harry and Voldemort to themselves. She would help Harry…the boy needed his family. She decided to call Sirius.

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Voldemort eyed the boy, who was still kneeling on the floor. He was a very obedient pet. Voldemort felt himself harden at that thought. Here he finally had The Harry Potter, kneeling at his feet and submissive.


“Stand up pet…come here,” Voldemort said huskily, his voice thick with lust. He had seen naked children before, hell, he had seen naked men and women enough to last him a lifetime. As the Dark Lord, he had had his choice of company from many willing dark wizards. Despite his violent nature, he only wanted willing partners. He knew many of his followers like Avery, Nott, and Wormtail liked it when their bed partners weren’t. It disgusted him. Yet Harry…was beautiful. With his bruises and scratches mended his pale milky skin was flawless, it seemed to glow with vibrant youth. Years of Quidditch playing had toned Harry to be fit but as he was small, he was just fit enough, but not overly so. Yes…he would enjoy dominating the boy in bed.


Sex was the ultimate way to dominate someone. If you had to force them to bed then you were weak. The chase lay in seducing them, making them feel pleasure, and then seeing them reach climax beneath him. He reveled in it, and never had a bed partner of his left unsatisfied. Many had come back, his favorites recently being the Lestrange brothers. Bellatrix did not mind the borrowing of her husband, she felt that he became more submissive after a night with their Lord and often sent him to Voldemort for ‘behavior correction.’


Now, here knelt the chase of a lifetime. Innocent, pure Harry Potter, his enemy, pet, and soon to be lover; he would have him, and Potter would enjoy it.


“Pet, close your eyes. I have a surprise for you.” Harry smiled and closed his shining, emerald eyes. Voldemort smirked and gently grabbed Harry’s chin, bringing him forward. He smirked as a gasp came from Harry’s mouth, but he only squeezed his eyes tighter, shutting them even more. Voldemort paused and then bent down and claimed Harry’s lips with his own. Harry gasped and Voldemort took the opportunity to taste the inside of his mouth. Harry moaned as his tongue was gently massaged by his Master’s. Harry felt his groin stir, warmth spread through him as Voldemort pulled him flush against his body.


Voldemort smirked into Harry’s mouth as he realized his pet had become aroused. He drew back from the kiss, leaving Harry breathless, his face flushed and his chest heaving up and down.


“Mas…Master?” asked Harry breathlessly, his green eyes filled with lust and confusion.

“Come Harry, I will help you understand,” Voldemort said as he gently backed Harry up towards the bed and then pushed him onto it. Harry yelped as he landed on the soft comforter of green and silver. He froze as Voldemort suddenly pinned him down, holding his hands above his head and sitting on his thighs so he could not move his hips.


“Your teaching begins tonight…” and Harry trembled as Voldemort once more claimed his mouth, grinding his hips into Harry’s.

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“Sirius, please calm down! Don’t do this!” Remus begged as Sirius packed his bags.


“I know where he is! He’s with HIM! I don’t know why or how, but I just know. I had this strange dream…my cousin called to me…Bellatrix. She said Harry was safe and I should come visit him. She even told me where.” Sirius said calmly as he packed his clothes.


“But Dumbledore…?”


“Remus…please just trust me! Come with me if you are worried…but I need to go!” Sirius pleaded with Remus, his blue eyes wide and watery. Remus sighed and ran a hand through his golden-brown hair.


“Fine…where to?”



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