Harry Potter; Searching For Love

By: J-Chan (SCR)

Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me.

Summary: Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived, wants nothing more then to die. When he is saved by none other then Severus Snape, will he take his second chance and live, or will he try once more to end it all? (May become Severitus)

Author's Notes: My apologies for taking so long. I seem to run through muses faster then DADA professors.

Chapter Three: Forgotten.

Harry wandered down the halls slowly, searching through the darkness best he could. He was so tired. A house-elf had tried to make him lie down earlier, but he had got up the instant the creature left. With his hands extended he groped his way around the shadowed corridor in search of an exit. He was in the home of Severus Snape, and he did not want to be. He wanted to be six feet under, to be pushing up the daisies, he wanted to run down the curtain and join the choir invisible. Then the wall ended, and before he realized what was happening he was already plummeting down the grand staircase. When he reached the floor all concisenesses was gone. He was out cold and blood tricked from a wound on his head.

Severus looked at the pitiful family trembling before him. With a sinister smirk he pulled the smallest of the three (Which was actually frighteningly large) and watched the two parents squirm. Vernon and Petunia could do nothing save for the slightest movements and occasionally speak when Severus permitted it. Dudley, however, was able to move and speak freely, but the wand aimed at him kept him on his best behavior.

"Now then Dursley... Whereas I may not particularly like young Mr. Potter, I can not stand child abuse of any kind. I saw what you had done to him, he still has the bruise, and I know you locked him in that cupboard over there at some point. How long would you say?" Severus asked his tone of voice frighteningly calm.

"Only when he deserved it." Vernon muttered.

"What was that, Dursley? How often did you say?" Severus questioned again as Dudley slowly began to change. Scales grew in place of skin, hair falling to the floor, and pupils slitting. Petunia gasped and stared at her son.

"Stop it!" She wailed. The boy's hair now gone and his scaly skin started turning an ivory colored white. Severus said nothing as he waited for an answer. "It was his room! He stayed there until you...you freaks came!" She cried out, watching the weight disappear from her son, and a tail sprout from behind. Every time Dudley tried to speak only a faint hissing sound was heard and a long red tongue emerged from his mouth.

"Eleven years then... Locks are on the door as well, I see. You locked him in there. Your own nephew. It's muggles like you that make me wonder if the Dark Lord is right." Severus scowled and shook his head. "Ah look. Your son is nearly done with his little transformation. I think he looks better this way, don't you?" The bitter potions master looked to the shrinking boy with a malicious smile he hadn't donned since the days when he first joined the death eaters. The obese boy now crawled on the floor, a small white salamander. "He makes a much better salamander then human. At least this way he can be put to good use. Salamander blood is very powerful..." The two parents watched as their son, now a small fire-dwelling creature, wriggled in the dark wizard's hand. Severus smirked and took a seat.

The prestigious blonde stalked down the hallways of Severus' home furiously. Once or twice he would call out for the younger man, but never received an answer. His shoes clicked rhythmically against the marble floor as he returned to the entrance hall. Turning to the left staircase he decided to check the potion master's study. A soft whimper caught his attention though. Stopping, he turned on his heel and looked to the bottom of the right staircase. There – in a crumpled heap – lay a teenage boy whom Lucius couldn't identify properly in the dark. Strolling over to him, Malfoy Senior flipped the boy on his back. Staring up at him from the floor were the pained green eyes of Harry Potter, his lightning bolt scar visible slightly in the light cast from Lucius' lumos spell.

"W-Who are you?" asked a frightened voice that the blond had never heard come from this boy before. Inquisitively he looked the boy over and answered softly.

"I am Lucius Malfoy. I'm curious, what are you doing here Mr. Potter?" He answered. The boy just gave him a blank stare and pushed himself up with a groan.

"Mr. Potter?" Harry questioned. The name sounded unfamiliar to him. "I-I don't know. Where am I?" This man in front of him sent off all sorts of bells and alarms in his head, but he couldn't think why. "My head..." He moaned and placed a hand to his head, pulling away as he felt a sticky warm substance on his fingers. Blood. He staggered forward as a dizzy spell hit him.

"You remember...nothing?" Lucius asked, watching him reach for his head. Harry then fell forward into Lucius. The blond reacted quickly and caught the boy, a vicious smile crossing his pale lips as he wrapped an arm around the boy.

"N-no...I remember a family. They all had red hair. And there is a girl...Brown hair. I think we are friends. It's just...I don't know." Harry looked down as Lucius led him away until they reached a small parlor. Lucius' smile grew wider as he took a seat, pulling the frail boy on his lap before Harry could protest. A tap from his wand and the head wound vanished. He chuckled as the boy began to turn a dark red in the face. 'This could prove to be amusing.' Lucius thought.

"A red haired family and a brown haired girl...You couldn't mean...No. It couldn't be them." Lucius started.

"Who? Why?" Harry looked at the elder questioningly. "Tell me."

"There is only one family I know that you could be thinking of. The Weasley family, and the girl is a Miss Granger...I can't imagine a boy like you being friends with them though. The worst sort of people. They seem friendly at first, but they're really lying, manipulative people who prey on the gullible. Bad blood, the lot of them. I wouldn't be surprised though." Lucius said with mock concern. "If you remember them and nothing else then perhaps you had been a victim of their cruel games. It was probably them who did this too you. The only thing I can think of is that my dear friend, Severus, saved you and brought you here. Though, what happened after that, I could only speculate"

"I-I do remember pain. Loss. I remember ignoring letters from..."Harry struggled to remember, burring his face in his hands. "From Ron and Her-Hermione?"

"That is the name of two of them, about your age I would guess. How horrible. I hate to think that such a charming boy was used by them." Lucius shook his head. "Do you remember anything else child?" Lucius had managed to be kinder to the boy then he had ever thought possible. However, Harry Potter had little to no memories of anything. He could only dream of how well rewarded he would be if he could make the-boy-who-lived switch sides, and turn him against Dumbledore.

"I recognize you and another boy that looks like you. I remember the boy holding his hand out to me, offering friendship I think." Harry replied. "Were we friends?" He looked to the blond, desperate for answers. He wanted so badly to remember everything. He felt as if it were very important that he remember something.

"The boy was probably my son, Draco. You may have been friends. Perhaps I'll ask him, but he is away on vacation now with his mother." Lucius replied. The boy frowned a bit, disliking the thought of having to wait for answers that the boy, Draco, might've been able to answer. "But if you are a friend of Draco's, and I have little doubt that you are...You are as good as family to me." He smirked as the boy smiled.

Harry couldn't help but smile at the man who had so readily offered him a family. A feeling inside told him that he had always wanted a family. Despite the question of why he hadn't had a family that arose, he hugged the man and murmured a soft thank you.

Severus walked down the hall with a small cage containing three salamanders; the largest having odd black and blue marks on its skin, and another looking far to skinny. He heard the sound of people taking and a burning fire and readied his wand as he entered the room. He was not prepared for what he saw next.

Lucius sit on his couch twirling his wand in patterns to make different shapes and colors. This was not what surprised Severus though; as such a thing was not uncommon for the blond. The shocking thing was that a laughing Harry Potter lay across the couch, his head resting in the elder's lap as he attempted to catch little imitation dragons that fluttered around him. Lucius seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself too. 'The vindictive pedophile.' Severus thought as he watched Malfoy's hand caress the boy's pale chest, and if he wasn't such good friends with the man he would be furious. He was very curious as to why the two seemed so cozy together though.

"Lucius. What, pray tell, is going on?" Severus snapped, setting down the cage as he stepped forward.

"Severus! Where have you been? I came to visit, and what did I find? This charming young boy laying injured on your floor with no memory at all. How could you just leave him like that?" A smirk crossed the man's lips and Severus understood all too clearly.

"I wasn't aware that he had been in such a condition. I had left him in bed to rest." Before he knew it, Snape was nearly knocked over by Harry. The teen had rushed forward towards him.

"Does that mean you know who I am? What happened to me?" He asked hopefully.

"Perhaps." Severus answered cautiously, looking to Lucius. He had to be careful not to blow his cover. It was bad enough that Harry Potter was found in his home by the eldest Malfoy. Harry sighed and tottered back over to Lucius and sat down. The blond wrapped an arm around him and pulled the boy close. If Severus hadn't known better, it would've seemed like a protective and almost loving embrace, but he knew the reality; Lucius had found himself a new toy.