Thanks for the Memories
First off sorry it took so long to update this.
Light: 4
Grey: 2
Dark: 2
My first idea was for light Harry, so that fits and I'll go with that. Maybe I'll use the other idea somewhere else.
Anyway thanks for reviewing and I hope you like the next chapter.
Chapter 4: First meetings
When he next woke the first thing he noticed was that he head hurt, it really hurt. What happened? Oh yeah, I hit my head. Smooth, real smooth. The next thing he noticed was that there were people talking in the room. He decided not to open his eyes and give away that he was awake, so he could listen to them first. One was the woman that he'd met in the bathroom, and two others a man and a woman.
"I found him in the bathroom. He seemed terrified when he saw me." He almost gave himself away with a snort.
"The poor boy, I wonder what happened to him to make him so distrustful." The other woman said. Yeah, so do I.
"I dare so we'll find out soon, seeing as he's awake and listening to us right now." The man said. Huh, how'd he know? "It's alright young man, you can open your eyes know we're not going to hurt you."
He cautiously opened his eyes and winced as the bright light made his head hurt more. He blinked and looked at the people by his bed. Before he could say anything one of the women spoke up.
"How are you feeling?" She asked him. Before he could stop himself he replied.
"Head hurts." He said vaguely, could focus very well. At his words she was spurred into action, she picked up a vial from a table by his bed and held it out to him.
"Drink this, young man." She said. He eyed the vial with suspicion.
"What?" He asked. She sighed.
"It's for you head." She said. He wasn't sure, but he accepted the vial and drank it. He grimaced at the taste but his head cleared instantly. He looked at them all again. As he suspected the woman from the bathroom was there, looking at him with a worried expression. The other woman was middle aged, with a light but severe expression. The man was old, with a long white beard and bright, clear, twinkling blue eyes.
"Who the hell are you?" He asked. The two women looked shocked at his cold tone and demand, but the man looked unaffected.
"I am Albus Dumbledore, this is Professor Minerva McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey."
He frowned, he'd thought he was in a hospital, but if that were so why was there a professor here?
"Where am I?" He asked suspicion very obvious in his voice. The one named Dumbledore smiled.
"You are at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardy, and I am the headmaster here." Hogwarts? Hogwarts, there was something familiar about the name, but the fog that was his memory would not lift.
"Why am I here?" He asked.
"Perhaps, you could tell us your name, and we can move on from there." Dumbledore said.
"I can't." He said.
"Excuse me?" McGonagall asked. He looked at her.
"I can't give you my name, as I don't know it." He said calmly.
"Oh dear!" Pomfrey said. "That hit to the head must have been worse then I thought!" He shock his head.
"No." He said and they looked at him with surprise "I didn't know who was before then." he wasn't sure why he was telling them all this, but somehow he felt safe in there company. Maybe he knew them before, but then they didn't know him so how could he. Unless it was all a trick. Dumbledore looked at him sadly, and he suddenly felt annoyed he didn't like that look one bit.
"What's the first thing you remember?" Dumbledore asked. He shrugged.
"Just waking up here the first time. Before then it's like a fog." Dumbledore looked sadder.
"Is it just your memories?" He asked.
"Yes, I can remember spells, and potions and the like, but nothing of myself." Dumbledore seemed to brighten a bit at this.
"Hmm. It seems you were obliviated, my boy." Dumbledore said. "But it wasn't total."
"Will I ever remember again, sir?" He asked. Dumbledore nodded.
"It has been known for those with strong magical cores to overcome obliviation, and I believe you to be quite strong." Dumbledore said. "However it may take sometime." He sighed.
"I see, so what now?" He asked. Dumbledore smiled.
"I think it would be a good idea to find you a name, we can't keep calling you boy can we." Dumbledore said. He felt him shiver at the word 'boy', he frowned why would that make him shiver? Dumbeldore was still talking. "I always liked the name Titus, if I ever had a son that's what I would have called him. And as the spell that brought you here was the Vicis Polus, so how about Titus Polus?" He stared at the headmaster for several seconds after he finished speaking, before shrugging.
"It'll do, I guess sir." He said.
"Excellent, welcome to Hogwarts Titus Polus." Dumbledore said. The newly named Titus, gave the headmaster his first smile.
"Albus, I believe it would be wise to discover how far Mr Polus is in his education. He appears to be around sixteen, but we should test him to make sure." McGonagall said.
"Yes of course, Minerva." Dumbledore said.
The next hour, was filled with questioning Titus on every subject. At some point Pomfrey left telling them not to over work her patient.
"Well Mr Polus, It seems that you are up to OWL level." McGonagall said. "However since you haven't taken your OWLs, you will have to start with the fifth years."
"That's alright Professor." Titus said. Then turned to Dumbledore. "You said something about a spell earlier, what did you mean by that?" Dumbledore sighed.
"It seems that you were sent back in time, twenty years to be precise." He said. Titus stared at him.
"Why would anyone do that?" He asked.
"We don't know." Dumbledore said. "But I believe that it was done to remove you that time. You were obliviated to prevent you from changing the future." Titus stared at the bed linen for a moment before looking up at the headmaster.
"It doesn't matter." He said. Both Dumbledore and McGonagall looked surprised at this.
"What do you mean, young man?" McGonagall asked.
"I mean that I don't remember who I was before now, so I won't let it bother me. If I remember later on, I'll deal with it then."
"Very wise." Dumbledore said. Titus simply shrugged. "Moving on. tomorrow one of the professors will take you to Diagon Alley, to collect your school supplies and your new wand." Titus brightened at this, getting a wand again, he won't be so defenceless anymore. Dumbledore smiled at Titus's reaction to the news. "But first there is one more thing you need to know." Titus narrowed his eyes, he knew there had to be a catch somewhere.
"What is it, sir?" He asked.
"It seems that you were bitten my a werewolf before you were sent back." He said. Titus's eyes widened at this. He had not expected anything like that, but it did explain the golden eyes.
"I...I'm a werewolf." There was not question to words.
"Yes you are." Dumbledore said. "But you are not alone in the school." Titus looked up. There's a werewolf here? Dumbledore turned to McGonagall.
"Minvera, would you mind fetching Mr Lupin for me." He asked.
"Of course, Albus." She turned and left the hospital wing.
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