Chapter 15

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Chapter 15

"Come on, Harry," Hermione shouted at him as he sat on the bed in a room he was occupying at the moment, "We have no idea what You-Know-Who has done to you! You have to come down so we can talk about it."

"What is there to talk about, Hermione?" Harry shouted back, "Voldemort killed my relatives, took me with him and I have no idea what the hell he did to me! I have no memories of it!"

"We still have to talk to you. Ron and I haven't seen you since the school year ended," Hermione replied, clearly annoyed. Harry opened the door reluctantly and trailed his way down into the dining room of the Black house with Hermione hot on his heels.

"So, what are we supposed to do?" Harry asked, "I won't be standing around waiting for you to talk... I want to know what the hell happened to me!" Harry went to sit down and smirked inwardly as he started to swerve around dizzily.

Harry grinned. He hoped that they would begin to think that the memories are trying to come back.

"Quickly," Molly shrieked, "Help him sit down!"

Hermione and Ron both came to him and guided him to the chair, "Can someone explain to me what just happened?" Harry asked, rubbing his head and then he started to shiver, "N-No!" He shouted, curling into himself.

"What?" Molly asked quickly, "What did you see?" Molly came up to Harry and put her hand on Harry's shoulder.

"I..." Harry said quietly, "I don't want to talk about it."

Ron immediately looked annoyed and Hermione sighed, shaking her head. Harry was gleeful as he watched them from the corner of his eye.

"Cub!" Remus shouted and Harry found himself in a bear hug, "I was so worried about you! Are you alright?" Sirius arrived behind him and joined the both of them in a hug. Harry and Remus both grimaced, knowing damn well who was really hugging them.

"Pup!" The poly-juiced Trelawney piped up, "You scared the shit out of me, when we found you with no memory..." Harry scrunched up his face in confusion and turned to Remus and the look the man gave him already told him the answer. Dumbledore must not have liked the way the fake Sirius had acted out and must have erased the memories from him.

Harry sighed, "I'm going to go explore the house."

It was time to go find the locket in the cabinet that it was placed in. When he arrived, he opened it and peeked in only to freeze. It wasn't there. He angrily summoned Kreacher and the elf popped into existence with a scowl on his face.

"What can Kreacher do for filthy half-blood?"

"Well, for one, you can stop calling me filthy or the next head that will be displayed on that wall is yours," Harry growled, "And two, I need to know something from you."

"Isn't Harry Potter, sir, the Boy-Who-Lived?" Kreacher asked.

Harry sighed, "I am, sadly, but I'm certainly not in affiliation with that lot downstairs."

"Is Harry Potter, sir, dark?" Kreacher asked curiously but he paused for a second in thought, "Harry Potter is a vampire!"

Harry's eyes widened and shook his head, "Be quiet, Kreacher, nobody can find out about me," he told the elf, "I need something and I need to know where you put it."

"What is the Lord Black wanting with Kreacher, sir?"

Harry looked at him in confusion, "How do you know that I am Lord Black?"

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