Ordinary World - Nemesis: "My wish is to remember"

Easy come, easy go.

"Child, come and rest here."

His words. And that accent. What about sound of his voice? Is he someone known?

"You are tired. You bleed and moan."

Am I moaning? Strange. But, true, I'm tired. Bleeding? I really have no idea 'bout that. Still I can't realize whose voice is it. Husky, sharp and firm. Is it...

I can feel a hand touching my forehead. Warm and familiar. Protective. I'm not a child anymore... Who is he, then? I'm trying to open my eyes. Too sleepy, though. Have I been sleeping for years? What happened to me? Where the hell am I?

"It's me" again that voice. "Get up. It's not so comfortable where you're lying."

Suddenly someone grabs me up with hand at takes me to the bed. I can feel, when that person is lying my head on pillow.

Really, easy come, easy...

"Child, it's me."

Me? What a "me"?

"Don't you recognize me? Come on, child open your eyes. Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you. But you've hurt me so badly. It's the problem I want to talk with you 'bout."

Problem? I had hurt many people. Oh my, I'm sinking in my sick thoughts again. Will I ever wake up? Please, somebody wake me up! I don't want to die like this! And remind me of what had happened. I think I've got an amnesia. Hear my thoughts, I can't speak.

"Open your eyes..."

So I'm opening. And what can I see? A man's depressed face with stern look in his eyes. He looks at me sadly and firmly as if I killed his family or something. I noticed that he's staring back at me and he's repeating that words: "What have you done, my child, what have you done?"

Honestly, I don't know what have I done.

Then I realized whose face is it. I let out a soft gasp. My lips were no longer parted.

"Frank... What are you doing here?"

Chapter One "Amnesia"

I was sitting at one of those old fashioned armchairs in living room which was connected with the kitchen. The man who I've already started to remember and who I've called Frank gave me a cup of tea. He also introduced me to his wife - Alyssa Longbottom - and son named Neville. Clumsy, fat child. With his father's eyes. He will soon be powerful. He reminds me of Frank. Why I don't remember anything except Frank Longbottom? And who am I?

Frank told me about amnesia. That's what I'm supposed to have now. I want my memory back. Once I had the feeling that the house elf was mocking at me. Why? I did something wrong? And why Frank seemed to be very angry with me?

The living room was full of light. I felt relaxed whilst looking at those windows. They were big and reminded me of freedom. Why? I don't know. Now I dunno many things. I'm trapped. And that house elf is annoying.

Frank told me how to use my wand - a stick with magical abilities. Now I know, that I've got magical powers. Ain't that funny, how things get changed? I'm starting to remember the charms (that's what Frank called a small hocus-pokus thingies). He explained me a lot. But I still can't find myself in the whole.

"Severus" that's how he used to call me. I've lived in that house for nearly three days and I had enough of it. The kid was scared of me, Alyssa angry, Frank too and house elf... Never mind. "You are going to scald yourself."

I looked at the cup. The light-brown liquid was about to flood out the porcelain onto my bare hand.

Frank sat in front of me, eating a cereal. He observed me very carefully. As I was sipping my cold tea, looking out of the window and watching his movements. Our eyes met in a while. I felt guilty for a moment. Will now he tell me what happened? Will he tell me all the truth? Frank looked at me, piercing stare. My body shivered.

"Do I have to tell you everything?" he asked me with husky voice.

"Yes" I answered.

"Your childhood? School years? Being cruel as a member of certain organization called Death Eaters?"

I had no idea, what he was talking about. Death Eaters? Something like meat-eaters? Anyway, I nod my head.

"So, now I begin. Listen to everything that I say because it is important for you. Your memories will start to come back to your mind. Slowly, but they'll."

"Go on." Why the hell I could only use simply answers?

Frank hesitated.

"You was born in a non-magic family. Muggled family. 'Muggle' is a word for non-magic."

"I heard it before."

"OK. So you remember your parents?

"I hate my parents..." I said. "Why?"

"They forsaken you in hands of your aunt, when they realized that you were not like other children. You could do magic. You stopped attending to Muggle school and received a letter from Hogwarts - School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Remember?"

I do. I memorize them - the things Frank've already told me. A castle, big wizard hat on my head, the kid with pale expression who was standing next to me in a big room, where everyone had been gazing at us.

My parents... Now I realize that I really never had them before. I lost them. They lost me, because I was a wizard... They hated me because of my distinctiveness.

"Slytherin..." he heard me whisper slowly." What is that thing?"

"You remember" sighed Frank." You are a Slytherin. The Slytherin is one of the four houses in Hogwarts."

"Why?"

"I don't know. You're the first muggleborn Slytherin of your generation."

"Why?" I repeated.

"Your character."

My character? Then - who am I? Can he explain this to me?

"My character, you say... Is there something wrong with it?"

"Severus you said a sentence! By the way... Most of the dark wizards came from Slytherin. You are one of them."

But why? I don't feel like that, really.

"You were and still are evil."

No, this can't be whole truth! Doesn't he see that I'm not that bad?

"But you don't seem like it" that patience in his voice." You are different. You've changed. I hope that this accident done those changes in your mind. Well, we'll see later. And you can't know that you'd hurt me. Otherwise you'd run away."

Run away? But I want to do it now...