A Lost Love

Voldemort paced around him, clutching the stick as if it was his only means of survival. Harry gulped as he realized what was about to happen.

"You never answered my questions," Harry reminded him.

"Ah, yes. I guess it's the least I can do before I kill you. Now, which question would you like answered first?"

"My girlfriend. What did you do with her? Did you hurt her?"

" Unfortunately not. I wish I had. She is a stubborn girl. And a temper to match her hair. Her brother is your best mate, Ron Weasley. Her name is Ginny."

The moment he spoke the name, he could see her face clearly in his head. She had soft brown eyes and freckles sprinkling her entire face. Her hair was pulled back, but it was still unmistakably the hair he had seen before. She was beautiful.

"What did you do with her?"

"Now why should I tell you that? But don't worry, you will see her before you die. My Death Eaters are bringing her here to watch you die. It will be quite a show."

"Don't you lay a hand on her!"

"How would you know if I did? You will be long dead by the time I kill her."

At that, a feeble knock came from the door as Wormtail walked in.

" I brought the girl master."

"Very well, bring her in."

There was some rustling at the door and several screams of angst before they actually brought her in.

Harry looked up at her as she entered. Her beautiful face was scratched and dirty, with blood slowly trickling from a deep cut on her forehead. Her fiery red hair was dirty and knotted. She looked as beautiful as the picture in his mind.

She looked directly at him and her eyes softened as their gazes met. When she spoke, her voice was soft and sweet, carefully saying his name as if it were her last. "Harry."

Harry looked deep into her eyes, trying to remember memories they both must have shared. He couldn't remember a thing. He looked at her with deep sorrow. He spoke slowly and carefully, his voice scratching. "Ginny?" "Harry, what's wrong?" There was worry in her voice, making Harry feel worse.

She turned to Voldemort and asked, "What's wrong, what did you do to him? Tell me NOW!"

Voldemort looked at her as he spoke, with so much hate, it made Harry's stomach churn. "In a very unfortunate accident, Harry here has lost his memory. The only thing he can remember is his name, and trying, unsuccessfully of course, to kill me."

Ginny's eyes darted from Harry to Voldemort as if trying to figure out if this was the truth."Harry? You don't remember me?

Harry looked down and slowly shook his head. "All I can remember is your picture. That's it."

Ginny looked as if she was a bout to cry. "Nothing? You remember nothing? After all we've been through, nothing?' She turned to Voldemort, with hate ridden etched into every line of her face. "How could you do this? You say it was an accident, but I know better. What was the purpose of destroying his memory if you were just going to kill him? Seems pointless and stupid to me. Then again, that is exactly how I would describe you. Pointless and stupid."

Voldemort merely laughed off the insult. "I've told you once, it was an accident, but if you chose to believe that it wasn't, so be it. But the proof you need is laying right next to your beloved. Lucius Malfoy destroyed Harry's memory, so I destroyed Lucius Malfoy. I would have loved to see the look on Harry's face when we brought you in, but thanks to my stupid Death Eater, we can't."

Ginny suddenly glanced at the dead Malfoy.

Harry spoke, confirming Ginny's suspicions. "Its true Ginny. Malfoy wiped out my memory and Voldemort killed him."

"No! I don't believe it!"

Harry could see the hurt in her eyes. "Ginny, if we are as close as you say, why don't you believe me?"

Ginny's face suddenly became thoughtful as she took in this last piece of information.

"Okay. I believe you. I believe that Voldemort told you that's what happened. But that doesn't mean it's true. You don't remember all of the awful things he's done to you. He's been stalking you since you were 11!"

"Ginny, stop this! Just trust me! It was an accident! Don't you think Voldemort would have wanted to me remember all of the good times as he killed me?"

"SILENCE!" Voldemort's voice was dripping with daggers. " I will not tolerate this! I have told you, you little brat, it was an accident! But it might have been on good one. Now that potter has lost his memory, it will tear away at you as you realize he remembers nothing. Not the summer after you graduated, not the night you two saved your brothers life, NOTHING! Shocked I know about that? Well, I have spies all around you, watching your every move. They report to me if anything interesting happened. I knew the time was right to kill Potter when I found out you were carrying his child."

There was a sudden silence as Harry took this in. A child? Ginny's pregnant with ... my child? How? Well that was a stupid question Potter! Ginny's voice broke through his thoughts.

"How do you know about that? Only 2 people know and that's me and my doctor! I know she's not on your side!"

"Oh, don't worry, she's not. But a little thing called Veritaserum has come in handy quite often."

Ginny's eyes filled with hate as she took all this in, but it was Harry that broke the silence.

"What is that?"Harry asked with such innocence he reminded Ginny of a small child.

"Veritaserum is a potion that makes people reveal thing. If someone asks them a question, they have to answer them truthfully."

Harry looked at the floor taking this in. "What's a potion?'

Ginny's eyes filled with tears as she realized how completely wiped out Harry's memory was.

"You don't remember what potions are? You don't remember those seven horrible years with Professor Snape? Do you even remember Hogwarts? Harry, do you even know what magic is?

Harry thought for a second. "Is magic the ability to shook colors out of the end of a stick?"

Ginny's eyes widened as she looked at Voldemort. "You are an evil, unsufferable git!"She pushed and pulled at the Death eaters holding her back. "Let me go!"

Voldemort suddenly pulled out the stick that Harry had seen once before that night. The familiar feeling of dread wiped over him as Voldemort pointed the stick at Harry. He winced as he realized he was about to die.

"Avada Kedavra!"