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And Harry Potter wakes up.
Harry Potter wakes up on his bed? He’s pretty sure he’s on his bed.
He is disoriented and confused, and feels something rustling in his robes as he sits up. He takes out a packet of paper, thick enough to be mistaken for a small book, and starts to read.
Your name is Harry Potter. If you can remember at least that much, that’s a good sign.
This is in his handwriting.
You have obliviated yourself of most of your knowledge, and you should retain everything you know before Halloween of first year. Certain things will be spotty after that.
Harry checks his memory, and the note is indeed correct.
Inside this booklet I have written and recorded every notable event that has occurred to you in your past, every relationship that you’ve had, and details you should know of everyone you know about in case I have obliviated too much. There are memories and a pensive that I have stored in your bag for you to watch, not reabsorb. You are currently on a six month long break in Scotland, and your friends are aware that you are to be alone. They are unaware that you have removed your memory. You, Ron, and Hermione have experienced a lot of traumatic experiences, and it was too much for me you. Please read, memorize, and visualize the events that we have experienced, and act as normal as you can when you return from your break.
Well! Isn’t that fun!!! Harry thinks hysterically. Of course he, an amateur, as far as he was aware, obliviated himself. You know, no problems here at all. So what if he had big gaping missing memories somewhere!! Who cares!!! Hahahaha.
He hoped he still remembered how to do spells.
At this thought, he jumped out of bed, panicked, and proceeded to rapid fire cast all the harmless spells he knew.
Okay. he still knows his spells. Good. Good. Great. Fantastic, even.
Merlin, Hermione would never have let him do this if she knew.
This was fine. He was going to be fine. He would learn every detail of his past and have a peaceful life, as was the intention.
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