Fifteen-year-old Harry Potter wakes up in his cupboard under the stairs at number four, Privet Drive with no memory of the past five years of his life. What happened to his memory? What do his strange dreams mean? And most importantly, how will he survive in a school for incurably criminal boys? This is primarily a mystery, with a bit of shippiness thrown in here and there. Of course, if I told you WHO is involved in the shippiness, that would ruin part of the mystery, wouldn't it? This story takes place immediately after OotP (and thus disregards HBP). THIS IS NOT MINE. I JUST DECIDED TO CREATE A COPY OF IT FOR WATTPAD BECAUSE IT IS FROM A DIFFERENT SITE. ALL CREDITS GO TO THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR.