Sequel to Forget Me Not.

Keep Me In Your Memories

Summary-

Second year at Hogwarts begins for the Potter twins, the reminder of last year still fresh in both of their minds. With a different mind set from last year, Harry is lost as to what he should do, should he continue on as he had been, or try to change? With the help of new friends, Harry will learn that being true to himself is not always fun or easy, but it is always fulfilling.

Chapter one- The Worst Birthday

Harry bowed his head, eyes not really seeing anything, as he sat at the dinning table nibbling on his toast waiting for the right time where he could slip away and go up to his and Haiden's room. As soon as the two of them had gotten back, their uncle had shut their trunks in the cupboard leaving no room for Harry at all, forcing him to move upstairs into Haiden's room. Neither boy was too happy about this, after everything that had happened at the end of last year, Harry had actually been looking forward to his cupboard so that he could be alone. Now, Harry had no alone time.

"Third time this week!" Uncle Vernon grumbled as he opened the newspaper. Everyone knew exactly what he was complaining about. Haiden's owl, Hedwig, had started hooting in the early hours of the morning, clawing and biting at the lock on her cage that their Uncle had put on not only her cage, but also Heimdallur's cage. It also didn't help that Loki, who was allowed to roam around the house because Harry had been able to convince his Uncle that a cat was a 'normal' pet, had started to rub against Hedwig's cage to purposefully antagonizing her. "If you can't control that owl, it'll have to go!"

"She's board." Haiden explained, or at least tried to. "She's use to flying around outside. If I could just let her out at night-"

"Do I look stupid?" Uncle Vernon snarled, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy mustache. "I know what'll happen if that owl's let out." Their uncle exchanged dark looks with his wife, Petunia. Haiden opened his mouth to argue back but was cut off by a long, loud belch from Dudley.

"I want more bacon." He said after catching his breath.

"There's more in the frying pan, sweetums." Aunt Petunia said, turning misty eyes on her massive son. "We must build you up while we've got the chance... I don't like the sound of that school food."

"Nonsense, Petunia, I never went hungry when I was at Smeltings." Uncle Vernon said heartily. "Dudley gets enough, don't you, son?" Dudley, who was so large his bottom drooped over either side of the kitchen chair, grinned and turned to Harry.

"Pass the frying pan." Harry reached out and gripped the pan, scooping three pieces of bacon onto his own plate.

"You've forgotten the magic word." Haiden said irritably as Harry sat the pan in front of Dudley "I meant 'please'! I didn't mean-" Harry glared at his brother before scooping up the three pieces of bacon from his plate and bolted from the table and out the door just as Uncle Vernon yelled:

"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU!" As Harry walked up the stairs he could still hear his uncle yelling at Haiden. "HOW DARE YOU THREATEN DUDLEY!" Harry sighed and shook his head as he finally made it up the stairs. "I WARNED YOU! I WILL NOT TOLERATE MENTION OF YOUR ABNORMALITY UNDER THIS ROOF!" Ever since the twins had come back from Hogwarts, their uncle had been treating them like a bomb that might go off at any moment.

As Harry shut the door to his and his brother's room, all went quiet and Harry wondered if his uncle had knocked Haiden out again. A few days after they had returned, his brother had been Gryffindor-ish and tried to stand up to their uncle without magic. It hadn't ended well. They both had been pushed, the normal beatings, only Haiden had gotten a slightly worse beating. Harry had had to wait until nearly dawn before he felt it was safe enough to leave their room and check to make sure Haiden hadn't actually been killed.

With a sigh, Harry crawled onto his small cot that was sitting snugly between Haiden's bed and the desk. He looked out the window, wondering why he had yet to receive any letters from the Weasley Twins or Draco. Had they realized that all Harry was was a shield? Did they not want to be friends anymore? Harry shook his head, no, he mustn't think like that, he wasn't the only one not receiving letters from his friends. Haiden had also not received a single letter from either Ron or Hermione.

Looking away from the window, another sigh flew through Harry's lips as he pet Loki, who had jumped from the desk where Heimdallur was giving him a dry look. "Don't look at me like that, you know I have no control over this." Heimdallur blinked, gave a soft hoot and shifted in his cage. "I know you want out, but I can't let you out." Heimdallur's golden eyes narrowed before flying over towards the Potions book that was sitting, hidden under piles of paper, before ruffling his feathers. Harry had been sneaking down to the locked cupboard, picking the lock and pulling out a school book they needed to do their homework with, switching it out for the next book when they were done. "Oh don't start, I know that as soon as I pick that lock you are not going to get back into that cage, and then how am I to explain that?" Heimdallur huffed and looked away. "That's what I thought."

The one sided conversation ended when Haiden walked into the room. The two brothers stared awkwardly at each other before Haiden sighed and shuffled into the cramped room, shutting the door on the way. "They didn't remember." Haiden muttered and Harry bit his lip to keep from saying that he knew they wouldn't remember that today was their twelfth birthday. "Uncle Vernon did remind me, once again, that tonight is that stupid dinner party. We are to be up here, making no noise and pretending we are not here." That was easier said than done.

The twins sat in awkward silence, Harry opening his mouth every now and then to say something only to close it a second later. Ever since Harry over heard Dumbledore and Severus arguing he didn't know how to act around his brother, nor did he know what to say. Harry blinked in surprise when he swore he saw large snot yellow eyes staring at him from the wardrobe. Harry jumped, but never took his eyes from the wardrobe, as their bedroom door flew open and Dudley was standing in the doorway with a nasty smile on his fat face.

"I know what day it is." Dudley said waddled into the room, the huge eyes blinked and vanished.

"What?" Haiden asked.

"I know what day it is." Dudley repeated, coming right up to the edge of Harry's cot.

"Well done." Haiden said clapping sarcastically, "You've finally learned the days of the week."

"Today is your birthday." Dudley sneered and Harry finally looked away from the wardrobe to look at him. "Why haven't either of you gotten any cards? Haven't either of you got friends at that freak place?" Harry felt a pain in his chest, did he had friends at Hogwarts?

"Better not let your mum hear you talking about our school." Harry said coolly causing Haiden and Dudley to glare at him, but he ignored them, as he went back to staring at the wardrobe. Dudley hitched up his trousers, which were slipping down his fat bottom.

"Why're stating at the wardrobe?" Dudley asked suspiciously.

"I'm trying to decide what would be the best spell to set it on fire." Harry said narrowing his eyes at the wardrobe trying to keep his smirk and laughter inside him as Dudley stumbled backwards at once, a look of panic on his fat face.

"You c-can't- Dad told you two that you're not to do m-magic- he said he'll chuck you out of the house- and you haven't got anywhere to go- you haven't got any friends to take you-" Harry shot up from his cot, Loki in his arms, and Dudley stumbled back even more.

"Jiggery pokery!" Harry growled out following every step Dudley took backwards with a step forward, even if it wound out being true the he had no friends, he would not let Dudley get away with that comment. "Hocus pocus squiggly wiggly-"

"MUUUUUUM!" Dudley howled running down the stairs, nearly falling down them in his haste to get away from Harry. "MUUUUM! Harry's doing you know what!" A moment later, Harry paid dearly for his moment of revenge. As neither Dudley nor the wardrobe was in any way hurt, Aunt Petunia- who seemed to teleport up the steps- knew Harry hadn't really done magic, but he still had to duck as she aimed a heavy blow at his head with a soapy frying pan. She then put him and his brother to work, with the promise they wouldn't eat again until they had finished.

While Dudley lolled around watching crap telly and eating ice cream, Harry cleaned the windows, trimmed the flowerbeds, and pruned and watered the roses as Haiden washed the car, mowed the lawn and repainted the garden bench, glaring at Harry whenever he could. As the sun blazed over head, burning the back of his neck, half of Harry was regretting raising to Dudley's bait, but the other half was whispering that he should have actually done something to him.

After finishing the last of his chores, Harry stood up, dusting his hands on his hand-me-down pants, and watched Haiden finish painting. When Haiden caught Harry looking, he glared and Harry looked away, towards the edge of the lawn. Harry squinted his eyes and looked at the thin, barely visible, bubble like substance that surrounded the property. A few weeks ago, Harry had learned that if he concentrated hard enough, he could see what he assumed was the blood ward that Dumbledore had mentioned.

"Get in here!" Harry heard his aunt yell at them. "And walk on the newspaper!" Harry gladly followed his twin into the shade of the gleaming kitchen. On top of the fridge stood tonight's pudding: a huge mound of whipped cream and sugared violets. A loin of roast pork was sizzling in the oven. "Eat quickly! The Masons will be here soon!" Aunt Petunia snapped, pointing to two plates that had two slices of bread and a lump of cheese each on the kitchen table. Harry glanced at their aunt as they washed their hands, she was already wearing an ugly salmon-pink cocktail dress. The moment the twins had finished their pitiful supper, Aunt Petunia whisked away their plates. "Upstairs! Hurry!"

As the twins passed the door to the living room, Harry caught a glimpse of Uncle Vernon and Dudley in bow ties and dinner jackets. The twins had only just reached the upstairs landing when the door bell rang and Uncle Vernon's furious face appeared at the foot of the stairs. "Remember- one sound-" The threat trailed off, neither twin needing to know what it was to know that their uncle would not hesitate to go through with it. And it was that unspoken threat that had the two cross to their shared bedroom on tiptoes and quietly slipped inside. Both boys froze as they went to collapse on their respectable beds, well cot in Harry's case, when they saw someone sitting on Haiden's bed.