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Harry Potter and the Magic Introvert Chapter 5: Some things are better left Forgotten

Ronald Weasley grunted slightly trying to force his luggage onto the Hogwarts Express, finding it hard to do much of anything after nearly two weeks in a bloody hospital bed. They had finally decided to just let him go home for the summer and keep him under a tight leash as it were to make sure nothing 'permanent' remained after his bout of fisticuffs with tentacle wielding brains. It was a rather silly premise since Ron had already noticed something that he was hoping might be permanent. Something about the giant brains and how they had latched onto him somehow made him smarter.

Not just a little smarter either, he had a feeling that he could now leave Hermione in the dust, with half the effort. He could only assume that whatever the Ministry had those damnable creatures for was to inhibit brain growth in humans, or maybe that's just what they were building up to, he might never know.

He found himself in the same situation as first year, so long ago when he had searched each compartment for somewhere to sit and noticed the disapproving looks or sneers he would get from other students. So again, like all those years ago he searched near the back of the train for somewhere he might actually be welcomed by, or at least without so many questions as to what exactly happened at the Ministry. Ron found Hermione settled into one of the back compartments alone, but sighed to himself before continuing his search. The trio had already collapsed in less then a month it seemed without Harry back, Hermione kept acting distant and spent as little time as possible with what was left of the Ministry Six. He would never mention it to the young woman, but he was finding himself having more fun with the others without her incessant nagging and mothering.

If he wanted an intelligent conversation he could always turn to Luna in most subjects and Neville seemed to be a closet savant in both Herbology and Charms, while Ginny would sate his need for Quidditch talk. He missed Harry though; it was the sort of brotherly friendship that just wasn't present yet between himself and Neville. No news had been given at all about Harry's disappearance and most people who paid any attention to gossip either thought he had been kidnapped or killed at the Ministry and the Headmaster simply didn't want anyone to know.

Finally, I swear she can disappear without anyone noticing. He thought, finding Luna in a compartment waiting for them while humming to herself reading the newest Quibbler. That same comforting smile on her lips as her head bobbed side to side in a tune neither probably could place.

He opened the compartment and shoved his trunk into the space allotted without her so much as blinking, he would never understand how she could both zone out and be completely attentive to everything at the same time, it was still unnerving to him now that he had noticed.

"You can't just stare at me and figure out my secrets Ronald, I'm not like everyone else." She said lightly, smirking behind her magazine.

"Oh I believe I'm learning. Can't fault a bloke for trying though." He chuckled, finding a place to sit opposite of the younger blonde.

"You know, some girls would find it rude of you to stare unblinkingly at their faces trying to discern the secrets of their personalities. You should really be more discreet about it." her laugh was airy and very contagious.

"Well I'm still new to this whole 'being smart' thing, so cut me some slack." He grinned, it had only taken him a few days to weigh out the pros and cons and at least for the Ministry Six, he would be honest about the change he was going through.

"Ronald, it's not really that you weren't smart to begin with. It was more that you were stubborn." While he wished he could, he really couldn't deny that.

"And lazy." Wait…

"Oh, and jealous." By now Ron was scowling.

"And insecure, can't forget that." His foot was now tapping as he waited impatiently for her to stop.

"And probably the most heinous of all your social crimes were your table manners." She continued, ticking them off on her fingers as she went.

"You can stop anytime Luna." He said, smiling slightly nevertheless.

"But I'm not done yet! I haven't even gotten to your fashion sense!"

"Oh, I think you're done." He said, reaching over to snatch her Quibbler.

"I'll hold it hostage, don't think I won't." he said teasingly, until she pouted in the most innocent and evil way he could ever fathom.

"Bollocks, shame on you for using the big guns so early." He mumbled, giving back her Quibbler while she grinned and crossed her legs happily.

"Everyone knows you use your big guns first, to lessen the death count of the entire war."

And with that happy note Ron noticed Neville and Ginny find the compartment and let themselves in, curiously Neville seemed to be nearly attached to the hip to his young sister.

"Something I should be informed of Nev?" Ron asked with a soft smile on his lips. Neville blushed profusely and didn't answer while Ginny seemed to be confused about what they were talking about.

Ginny scowled, "I don't know how any of you can be so blasé about everything when Harry is still missing."

Ron felt the atmosphere become somber, something he had hoped to avoid for the next few hours of the ride. Luna seemed to be either ignorant of the change or more likely unaffected. She shrugged and cut through the silence quickly.

"Harry is still safe, if a Killing Curse could not do him in, I find it hard to believe much else could." She said softly, and while Ron was catching on to what she had been hinting at the last few weeks, he could tell that his sister and Nev were assuming that she was referring to Harry's infant defeat of Voldemort.

"Still, it's unlike him to be missing for so long." Neville said.

"A fifteen year old boy turned the tables on an ambush meant for him by trained killers, he could simply be in hiding for now." Luna continued wit her eyes slightly unfocused, a skill that Ron had yet to learn himself.

"Shouldn't we all be in hiding then? We were all there and probably in the way as much as Harry was that night." Ginny asked, looking towards her brother.

Ron shrugged, "We should be more careful certainly but until there is proof that the Death Eaters consider us any sort of threat I don't think we should find a shelter yet."

Neville nodded, "I'll ask Gran if you guys can stay for awhile if it comes to that, Longbottom Manor has some pretty extensive wards."

Luna nodded, "And the Lovegood notice-me-not and confundus wards are some of the best there are."

Ron smirked, "And while Bill won't admit it to anyone, I just know he's been warding our home illegally ever since we started taking Harry in for the summer."

"We'll just have to wait for Harry to contact us; I wouldn't put it past him to blame himself for that night so he very well could be hiding to keep us safe in his eyes." Luna said, sighing before immersing herself back into her Quibbler.

Silence hung heavily in the compartment, before Neville suddenly asked "So any word on what's up with Hermione?"

Ron shook his head, "She hasn't even spoken to me since that night, and she's done nothing but stick her head in a book and shut everything else out."

Ginny looked a little nervous, almost ashamed, but held up her hand. "I was really worried about her so I went ahead and nicked her Diary one night. You wouldn't believe how many locking charms she put on the bloody thing; I almost couldn't remember all of the ones I needed to replace. Anyway, she owled her parents and asked them to change their vacation plans from Spain to France, she wants to check out Beauxbatons."

Ron rubbed the bridge of his nose, "So she's just going to abandon everyone? I didn't think she would be that selfish."

Luna scowled at the redhead opposite her, "Don't be daft Ronald, she was the only one of us save Harry who could have actually died that night. While I don't condone how she's doing it, she is trying to lessen the chances of nearly dying again."

"By abandoning Harry and the rest of us? After her speeches on friendship and loyalty?" he said back heatedly.

"Maybe that's the only option she thinks she has. It's her life and her decision."

The rest of the group grumbled at Luna's words, everyone knowing she had a point but none of them would like to accept it.

The train ride after that was uneventful, no one would bother the group and there really wasn't much to talk about. They spent the rest of the trip in friendly silence with Neville reading up on Herbology while Ginny took out a Teen Witch magazine, Luna keeping her attention to her Quibbler while Ron took out a Transfiguration codex and began practically eating the text as his eyes swam through the pages and soaking it all in.

Remus Lupin had been taking the disappearance of Harry Potter rather hard, evidenced by the nearly empty firewhiskey bottle in his hands in the middle of the afternoon. His hair had been graying considerably and if anyone were asked they'd say he was rather surly as well. How could I lose him? He was right there! Would swirl through the man's mind for ages, never giving him any respite or rest and even during the full moon his wolf form could do nothing but whimper sadly.

That was what had concerned him these last few days, the full moon had passed and he couldn't be there for Harry. There was no telling what would happen to his cub and it was heart-wrenching to know that Voldemort or the Death Eaters were possibly poking and prodding the wolf with glee, viciously torturing him or breaking his mind.

It was worse than when James and Lily died…worse than when Sirius had died…and the last one had happened so closely with this was like being stabbed by some rusty, silver blade. He couldn't handle it anymore and the constant state of inebriation was a testament of that. Nymphadora Tonks had tried to cheer him up, to simply comfort him even but he had even pushed her away and she hadn't tried again. He didn't blame her though, he was just another monster and no one deserved to be bothered with his presence…it was how he had grown up, the Marauders and Lily were the only ones who had really accepted him once knowledge of his Lycanthropy came out. His father nearly despised him and his mother watched helplessly and rather cowardly as he was mentally and even sometimes physically abused.

He couldn't hold a job, not legally in the Wizarding World and nothing beyond a part-time small job would take him with his requirements, he was unable to make anyone proud and it tore him apart every day of his life. Albus had figuratively and literally saved his life many a time and for that he was forever in the man's debt. He would work for the Order, try his hardest to do anything he could to help the Light but lately he had been even more useless than usual and some people weren't adverse to mentioning it during meetings. He would hear it sometimes during the meetings in hushed tones, Hestia and Shacklebolt would make some comment on why he was there, what his purpose was…he could hope that it was just curiosity but his self-loathing only allowed him to see it as hatred for his curse. He wasn't allowed alone with the kids by Molly, even though he had spent an entire school year with children as young as eleven not two years ago.

Molly sometimes looked at him like he would gobble her children up, or somehow curse the entire group mercilessly. He might as well have been Fenrir in her eyes and being seen as the monster that had cursed him In the first place was mentally hard to take.

"Remus?" came a soft voice he had grown to adore, he had hoped against hope that she would come back after he had rebuked her but he hadn't really given himself the chance to really think it would happen.

"I'm in 'ere Tonks." He said with a slur, well aware that he was still quite drunk.

"Oh Remus, why are you drinking this early?" she asked worriedly, nearly running into the room to sit next to him on the couch, watching her step carefully.

"Cuz I can, and 'Arry is still ou there!" he wildly waved, nearly spilling what was left of the bottle. Tonks scowled and took the bottle away from him and frowned further at how little was left.

"How long have you been in here?"

"Whole week." He hiccupped.

She gasped, and looked around to see the dark floor littered with bottles.

"Padfoot had a stock, everything went to me so its mine now!" he groaned, holding his head as his own voice made his ears ring.

"And you just thought you'd work your way through it all in less then a month?" She said with a clear admonishing quality to her question, but it went ignored.

"Yup."

Tonks sighed, looking around the room wondering just how no one had noticed Remus cooped up in this section of Haven with some sort of connection to the Black Family liquor collection. Running a hand through her short pink hair she decided it was time to get him out of this pity party. She did what nearly no one else had ever seen her do; she changed to her native form. Many people had asked over the years and thought wildly that she had golden eyes or deep teal hair or some nonsense but really it was fairly straight forward. She was a Black by blood and had aristocratic features, she even looked a little intimidating when her glare was thrown around and if anything she looked reminiscent of black haired Narcissa. Dark grey eyes and wavy black hair with some of the palest skin she had ever witnessed. She was pretty she knew, even gorgeous, but she had never wanted to be associated with her mother's side of the family and these looks had never been friendly enough for her either.

Well, that and if she used her usual form she also didn't get as many "Hey, look at those" looks that she just knew her Black blood would award her.

Remus looked up immediately when he saw her change, he had only once before seen her like this when she had been asleep in her room when the emergency happened with Harry. She had been the first one he had wanted to talk to and it warmed her heart, at least until he went nearly suicidal.

She sat close to him now and put her arm around his shoulder, ignoring the stench of firewhiskey on his breath and put her head on his shoulder. "Everything will be alright Remus, Harry is fine. You'll see."

Somehow if anyone else had told him that, he would have exploded, or cried himself into a stupor but coming from Nymphadora made it somehow more honest, natural and at least a glimmer of hope spread into Remus' system. He nodded, with watery eyes and just hugged the younger woman for all he was worth, trying to rid himself of the pain of the last few weeks.

He couldn't afford to think about Harry much longer, it would drive him mad. Albus had given him a mission to visit the Werewolf packs and try to form some sort of allegiance with them before they all went to Voldemort's side. Remus honestly wasn't sure if he was up for the job, but it would take his mind off of things and hopefully when he came back Harry would be back too.

Infernal beeping kept grinding its way into his psyche, it was impossibly loud and several other contraptions could be heard in the not so distant background. A groan escaped his lips and somehow he couldn't figure out just where he was. Opening his eyes turned out to be a really bad idea, since being blinded hadn't been his objective.

"Oh thank God, you're awake." Said some loud voice nearby, he scrunched his eyes closed attempting to block the world out, very unsuccessfully.

"Harry?" the voice said again, but the young man only thought 'Who is Harry?'

Was he Harry? Who would name their child Harry? The headache was fading rapidly and he could feel the numb tingling in his limbs disperse so he could at least twitch a little. He was incredibly parched though…

"Water…" he rasped, reaching towards the voice, whoever it was seemed to have read his mind and soon he was slurping up as much water as he could conceivably gulp down.

"They kept telling me there wasn't much chance of you waking up… I'm very glad they were wrong."

The voice was masculine, and while his memory was beyond awful at the moment he vaguely remembered it being the same voice from the older man who had found him after he hit the road. Hadn't he died though? Maybe the Healers…Healers? Doctors I mean… Maybe the Doctors had fixed him up, though he felt far from near-dead if he was honest.

"Where am I?" he bravely asked, not even knowing if he was still in the UK.

"Somewhere safe, the ambulance came only seconds after you passed out and they were able to save you miraculously." The relief in the voice was evident, but the young man plowed through to the question that was most important to him.

"And…who am I?"

He watched as the older man's eyes widened and he looked around before answering.

"You don't remember? This complicates things; they never said anything about head injuries. Your uniform had 'Harry Potter' stitched in, so we're assuming that's who you are. You had no identification besides that and I'm afraid no one has called in about the alert that was put out for your parents. Blood results should come in within a few days that will have you on record and we can figure things out then."

As soon as the name "Harry Potter" was mentioned, images and sudden facts flashed through his memories. Images of a castle and creatures that shouldn't exist followed images of a man falling through some sort of doorway and not coming out the other end all in a blur of color and sound that he found undistinguishable from anything else. He was Harry Potter, that was clear…but who was Harry Potter exactly?

He hadn't realized that he had practically zoned out for a few minutes before he was shaken by the shoulder. Looking up he saw the older man looking at him with a clearly concerned look on his face. "I'm remembering some things, but not much. I want to thank you for taking me here, but I can't say that I really even know who you are?"

The man smiled softly, leaning back in the chair he had been sitting in to his side. "No thanks are necessary, and you didn't know me before either, I'm Daniel Vine and my family found you in the middle of the road nearly dead. We called 999 and made sure you were alright."

Harry nodded, attempting to remember anything else important about just how he had been on the road in the first place. All he could remember was being thrown from some sort of darkness, but he couldn't have just appeared out of thin air, could he?

"Thank you then Mr. Vine, how long have I been here?"

"Its Daniel, or Dan preferably. And you've been here for a few weeks now. I've been staying here a couple hours a day to keep you company along with my wife and daughter."

Dan had been spending hours of his day watching him for several weeks? Harry found himself feeling lucky to have been found by such a good family.

"What am I supposed to do now?" the sudden thought came out of his mouth without his notice, and the smile almost left Daniel's face.

"Well, until you get more of your memories back or the records tell us where the other Potters are they'll want to keep you here. But I plan on trying to convince them that you can stay with my family so we'll see how that turns out." Dan said brightly.

"You'd do that for me?" Both men were shocked at the meek tone that came with such a question.

"Of course, I don't like to brag about it but my family is fairly well off and we have the room. I can't imagine what would happen if no information was found for another few weeks, I know I'd go mental myself if I had to stay here that long."

Harry couldn't help but agree, the conversation was only slightly distracting him from the strong odor of the room and the forever irritating sounds of all the machines. Was it normal for his senses to be this powerful when waking up from a coma?

His thoughts were interrupted by a young twenty something female nurse walking into the room, reeking of perfume and other smells that Harry couldn't quite place. Her smile was clearly fake and if anything she seemed to be rather tired if the loose ponytail and haggard body language was to be taken seriously. She walked in without a word and began checking on the machinery, not even slightly taken by surprise that the occupant was awake, did she not know he had been in a coma? Daniel seemed to be thinking the same thing if his annoyed expression was anything to go by.

"Looks all fine, I'll go get the Doctor and he'll make a final diagnosis." She said softly, leaving the room again without another word. Just what the hell was that about?

Within a few moments large man who looked even worse off than the young nurse came in with a barely masked grin, not even bothering to check the machines himself.

"Hello Mr. Potter, I'm Doctor Agnes and I've got some very good news for you."

Well that is a name you don't hear very often, and why does he smell so familiar? Do I know this man?

"I'm Daniel Vine Dr. Agnes, thank you for treating Harry here." Dan said gesturing towards the young man sitting up in his bed.

"Yes, Yes, you're the mug-err man who found the boy, yes?" he said quickly, nearly stumbling over his words, Harry was curious as to what 'mug' could possible have been.

"I am…" Daniel said hesitantly, clearly unnerved by how this was going too.

"Well I applaud your loyalty to the young man but his family has been found and he's in perfect health to be released today."

Daniel sputtered slightly, looking more than a little aggravated. "And why was I not informed of this earlier?"

"Because it was on a need to know basis Mr. Vine, all classified information I'm afraid."

Classified? Just who the hell am I?

Daniel voiced the very same thought.

"As I said, need to know basis. I'm afraid you will have to say your goodbyes, the room will be vacated within a few minutes."

"Fine, give us a minute will you?" Daniel bit out, forcing the Doctor to huff before leaving the room.

"Harry, I know we don't know each other real well but its summer and it would be a pleasure if you could come over for dinner sometime. Here's my number and address, I'm sure my family would love to see you again, in a less…battered form." He grinned, putting a piece of paper into Harry's gown pocket.

"Of course, thanks for the offer. Whatever this all turns out to be I'm sure you'll be seeing me again." He replied.

"I hope so." Daniel said, "Good luck Harry, I hope your memories come back soon." he continued before surprising the young man by hugging him before leaving the room and glaring at the Doctor who stood right outside.

Harry still was unable to shake off the feeling that he knew this man, and asked the Doctor about it point blank. Most of the color in the Doctor's face drained but he denied that they knew each other. Harry was then forced to endure the removal of several tubes and disconnection of the machines that had been connected to him for the past few weeks and somehow the Doctor looked like he had no idea what he was doing for the first few minutes.

"Alright, now if you'll follow me Mr. Potter." Doctor Agnes said quickly, barely making sure that the young man was following him out the door.

The hospital smelt horrible, cleaning supplies and liberal use of fresheners made Harry's nose twitch constantly and the sound of nearly anything squeaky was enough to make the young man want to jump out of the nearest window. Following the Doctor down more than a few hallways he found that the crowded feel of his original section of the Hospital was lost the further they went, in fact the farther he followed he noticed just how barren the Hospital became. Some of the lights were flickering and Harry found that the Doctor was looking back at him far too much to be appropriate, was he nervous about something or was it just his imagination?

And finally Doctor Agnes stopped after they passed through a double sided doorway, turning around to look straight at Harry with his grin unhidden.

"We were looking quite a while for you Mr. Potter, how did you find yourself on a muggle road in the middle of nowhere?" he said roughly, his voice could no longer be mistaken in any way as 'friendly'.

Was muggle the word he almost used when talking to Dan?

"I don't know what you're talking about." Harry said forcefully, his fight or flight responses kicking in telling him by instinct that this was not a safe situation.

"Oh? Did you go and conk you head Potter? Should make things easier I suppose." Agnes said taking out some sort of large stick from his inside pocket and pointing it directly at Harry.

The stick triggered another onslaught of images, a memory of him holding a stick and it lighting up a musty shop when he was younger. Countless memories of him swishing and flicking and doing absurd movements with the stick…a wand and getting a spell to work correctly. Latin words flying through his mind at a pace he couldn't keep up with and a massive headache to accompany it all with.

Spell? Wand? Magic? What the bloody hell is going on here?

"Oh, so you do know what this is then? Perhaps you weren't made a complete muggle then. No matter, you're unarmed so I'll make your death painless. Avada-!"

That word, those three syllables caused yet another wave of memories to blur through Harry's mind, female screams and green lights, a young man looking terrified and falling lifelessly after some inhuman shout of "Kill the spare!" Those three syllables meant something horrible to Harry and it was inescapable the pain that those three syllables had caused in his life already. That word…those three syllables meant death.

"Kedavra!" Agnes finished, the green light rocketing towards an empty point in space as Potter dashed to the side and hit the wall before giving Agnes a look filled with rage.

"How dare you!" Harry shouted, anger from the last few memories clouding his mind as some sort of howl could be heard throughout his psyche, instincts flooding his mind.

"Do not try to escape this Potter! You will die here and now!" Agnes shouted, casting some other spell in words that Harry could not understand. Yellow instead of green, but the initial feel of the spell could be understood as lethal. Harry dived again, rolling nearly effortlessly across the floor before coming up and standing closer to Agnes. Before he could even think his mouth opened up and he growled at the 'Doctor', causing both to have a shocked look for a split second.

More words, and more lights followed by Harry attempting to find a way to escape the situation. His instincts were telling him to kill the man, he deserved no less. But what could he do against this magic user?

"Stop fooling around you child! Stand still and die like your worthless mother!" Agnes said ruthlessly.

Something snapped in Harry, images of a redheaded woman and the screams of a female coalesced into knowing just what he was talking about. Lily Potter…his mother had died to save him, no one would ever insult her.

Rage like nothing he had felt before surfaced, the growling was subconscious now and Harry felt himself rippling with power, he watched in morbid wonder as his arm started looking like some sort of clay mold that had yet to be glazed, morphing slowly and deliberately. Soon his face felt odd, his entire body seeming to shudder under the power he was feeling. Agnes watched in horror as within moments the young man he had come to kill for his Master turned into the wolf that had nearly slaughtered him a few weeks prior. He couldn't fight this beast, no one could, but his first instinct had always been to curse first and ask questions later and no sooner had he remembered just how much danger he was in had the Killing Curse left his wand and shot into the side of the large creature before him.

Harry felt powerful, there was so much strength. He saw the green curse hit him with fascination as nothing happened to him, shouldn't he die? The thought was tucked away for another time as instincts became more relevant and he lunged towards the magic-user. His magic was no use to him when Harry used claws, teeth and raw hatred to fuel a bloodlust that somehow could not be sated until the man underneath him lay unrecognizable.

His senses were even more powerful now; he could hear the crowded activity of the other side of the Hospital while the tearing fused with screams of agony that somehow made him feel content. He could smell the blood, the fear and the adrenaline and finally found just why he knew this man. His magic was familiar but he couldn't place it, he had crossed paths with this Wizard before.

Blood coated his claws, but the taste of this man's blood had stopped Harry from outright ripping out his throat. This was no challenge and it was almost disappointing how easily the human died, it was becoming clear to Harry now that he was not altogether human, but it didn't seem to bother him as much as he thought it should. It was part of his life, anther mystery he would have to solve. He could have gotten information from this Wizard, but it was too late now, the man wouldn't be able to speak ever again and Harry somehow knew that this would be a good thing for mankind.

It felt like justice somehow, as if he still could remember in the back of his mind that this man had done horrible things to others. It was a good kill; this man would never be mistaken as an innocent in Harry's eyes.

The anger and rage that had before felt so prominent was ebbing away from him, soon Harry found himself rippling back into human form again panting softly with blood everywhere but on his skin. Looking at his hands in a new light, he wondered if there were any others like him out there. Would he be a danger to others? Sure he had killed, but this man had meant to kill him and it was self defense, right?

Now that the battle high was drained from him Harry began to sway slightly, holding himself up against the nearest wall. He needed to leave, there was no way he could get away with murder if he let himself be found by the hospital employees. He dug his hand into the robe that oddly still clothed him and found the piece of paper with Daniel's number and address. Could he go there? Would he be risking their lives? This Harry Potter person was clearly not friendly with some powerful people. In the end it wasn't much of a choice, he needed somewhere to stay for now and he would just have to hope for the best.

Somehow I wonder if I'll regret finding out who I am in the end…

A/N Another chapter completed, though it took some time with this one. Updates will be sporadic but I have not given up on the story, things are just a little hectic lately. Hope you enjoyed the chapter guys! Reviews welcome!