This is my response to DZ2's Forget-Me-Not challenge. I own nothing in this world. I hope you enjoy.

A 13 year old boy looked around the room he was in. There were beds along the walls with curtains hiding some of them from the rest of the room. It looked like it was an infirmary of some kind except the walls were made of stone, like they were in a castle. In the bed next to him was a girl that looked around his age with bushy hair. She was so still he was unsure whether she was alive or not. He wondered where he and who he was. As he sat up to get a better look around a matronly woman bustled over to him and started waving a stick and mumbling in an unknown language.

"How are you feeling, dear?" she asked.

"Who are you?"

"What do you mean? I am Madame Pomfrey, the school mediwitch."

"What school? And who am I for that matter."

"Oh dear! You are Harry Potter and you are in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Why don't you stay here and I will go and get someone who will be able to answer any questions you have better. Do you not remember anything?"

Harry shook his head, "Before you go can you answer one more question? Who is that girl in the bed next to me and is she going to be alright?"

"That is Hermione Granger; she has been one of your best friends for two years. She is sleeping and won't wake until tomorrow."

Harry smiled, "She looks pretty. I am glad that she will be okay."

Madame Pomfrey nodded and turned away heading out of the wing to find Professor McGonagall. She wondered what had happened to cause the young Mr. Potter to not remember who or where he was. She hoped that it was only temporary. Hurrying to Prof. McGonagall's office she knocked on the door and entered at the soft response from inside.

"I am afraid that there is a problem with one of your Gryffindors that needs you attention Minerva."

Minerva McGonagall sighed, "Who is it this time Poppy?"

"Harry Potter, he seems to have forgotten who he is and where he is."

"Oh my, that is quite unusual." Minerva got up and followed Poppy out of her office and back to the Hospital Wing. When they arrived she hurried over to Harry's bed and conjured a chair to sit on next to it. Harry watched her in amazement.

"How did you do that, ma'am? That was amazing."

"It is magic, Mr. Potter. You are at this school to learn how to use your magic so that one day you too can do such feats. Tell me what the last thing that you remember is?"

"Waking up here, in this bed about 10 minutes ago."

"You don't remember anything before you woke up, a flash of light or an incantation?"

Harry shook his head, "No nothing else."

Minerva frowned; this didn't seem like anything she had seen before. Memory charms could not erase 12 years of memories; they were only good for short term memories. She did not know of any potions either that could cause this kind of memory loss. Looking at Madame Pomfrey who was watching this entire proceeding, she got up saying to Harry, "Mr. Potter, Madame Pomfrey and I are just going to have a quick chat and I will be right back, will you be alright for a few more minutes?"

Harry nodded and curled up on his bed with a confused frown on his face. Minerva's heart went out to the young boy as she motioned to the medi-witch to come with her a short distance away.

"We need to contact St. Mungos for a mind healer, and maybe a medical Legilimens."

"What about informing the Headmaster?"

"No!" came the sharp response, "After seeing the way that our young Mr. Potter looks when he comes back from his summer holidays I do not think that Albus has the boy's best interests at heart despite what he says."

Poppy nodded, "What about getting Severus to look at the boys mind. I realize that the two don't always get along but he is the most talented Legilimens that I know. He also trained as a Mind Healer while studying for his Potions Mastery."

Minerva thought about it and realized that if they contacted St Mungos it would mean that Albus would find out as he monitored all floo activity that left the castle. Although Severus seemed to have an unfair prejudice against the Potter boy he seemed to be the best option they had. She nodded to Poppy, "You are right. You go get him while I sit and answer any more questions that Mr. Potter may have."

Poppy turned and headed out of the wing to the dungeons while Minerva headed back to Harry's bed.

"Ma'am, not to be rude but who are you and why do you seem to care so much about me?"

Minerva smiled at the young man, "My name is Professor Minerva McGonagall, you may call me Minerva for now. I am one of your teachers and also the Head of your house."

Minerva then went on to explain about Hogwarts and the houses. She also touched briefly on the wizarding world and how it worked. She explained that there were separate from the non-magical folk, called Muggles. Harry seemed to drink all the information in. He then asked a question that Minerva found to most insightful considering his condition.

"So I am a wizard then and can do magic?"

"Yes you are" was the reply, "Your parents were a witch and wizard and also could do magic, that is how you came by it."

Harry nodded as this seemed to make sense to him, "Could you get my parents, I would very much like to mee…see them. I think that might help me remember, I mean I must have a mum and dad, right?"

Minerva's eyes started to mist up at this request.

"Harry, your parents are dead. They were killed when you were a year old."

Harry's face fell when he heard this. He hoped that seeing his parents would spark some memories. It was starting to worry him that he couldn't remember anything before waking up in this wing.

Just then Madame Pomfrey came back and with her was a tall thin man dressed in black robes that billowed behind him. His skin seemed a little sallow and his nose looked like it had been broken a few too many times. His lips were set in a rather menacing scowl that made Harry cringe and want to hide. Behind him was another man with graying brown hair. His robes were shabby but clean and he had the look of someone who had been quite ill.

"In trouble again, Mr. Potter" The man in black seemed to be rather angry with Harry.

"Severus! Mr. Potter cannot seem to remember anything. I would kindly remind you that he is a child and you are an adult. A teacher at that. You are not required to like your students but you are required to be civil to them. If you cannot fulfill that simple requirement then you may leave and we will floo to St. Mungos for another Healer and Legilimens to help Mr. Potter." Minerva said rather sharply.

Severus looked at Minerva somewhat shocked but nodded and turned to Harry, "I apologize Mr. Potter. It seems that I am in a rather bad mood at the moment."

Harry looked at him and nodded silently. Minerva's defense of him gave him a warm feeling that he was sure he had never felt before.

"Harry, this is Professor Severus Snape. He is going to see if there is some way that we can get your memories back. The man behind him is Professor Remus Lupin. They both are teachers here."

"Mr. Potter, if you could lie down and tell me what is the very first thing that you can remember, as early as possible."

Harry lay down and looked at the man in black, Severus his name was. "The first thing I remember is waking up here. I cannot remember anything before that."

Severus frowned. That was not that answer he hoped to hear. He sat down at on a conjured chair at Harry's head and placed his hands on either side. "Alright Mr. Potter, will you look me right in the eyes. I am going to try and look into your mind, this shouldn't hurt. Try to think back as far as you can, no matter how recent the memory is."

Harry stared into the older man's black eyes and didn't blink. He tried to remember anything before he woke up but it seemed all black to him. He could feel something moving around trying to find memories in his head but it all seemed rather empty, like everything that should be there had been stolen away. Severus continued deeper to Harry's magic core to see if there was damage to it that might have caused such memory loss. As he got closer he came across a series of blocks that were keeping Harry from accessing his magic. Slowly Severus pulled out of Harry's mind.

He looked up at Minerva and Poppy. "There is nothing there. No memories, nothing. I cannot think of anything that could do that."

Poppy looked concerned. "Is there nothing that we can do to help him?"

Severus shook his head. "If I had found anything then we would have been able to use a regimen of potions and Legilimency to help them come back to the surface, however his mind is like someone came in and took all his memories away. There is something else." At this he looked back down at Harry who appeared to be rather frightened. Standing up he motioned to the two witches to give the boy some privacy.

"The boy seems to have some blocks around his magical core. It is like someone did not want him to live up to his potential and bound his magic."

Poppy gasped, "Is there any way to remove the blocks?"

Severus nodded. "They can be removed but it will have to be done slowly or the backlash might seriously cripple him magically."

Minerva sighed, "Who would do such a thing to someone so young?"

Poppy looked at her, "Can you think of no one? I mean why else would he be sent back to live with those Muggles when clearly they are not looking after him?"

Meanwhile Remus had approached Harry and sat down in Minerva's seat.

"Hello Harry, my name is Remus. I was a good friend of your parents."

Harry looked at him and asked in a small voice, "Will I be alright?"

Remus' breath hitched and he grabbed the young man into a hug. "I am sure that you will be perfectly fine. Just because you cannot remember doesn't mean that you are not alright. We will simply have to make new memories for you to enjoy."

Harry stiffened at the embrace initially but eventually relaxed into it. It felt nice to be held like this. He wondered if it happened often to him. After a little while Remus loosened his hold.

"Thank you, sir."

Severus, Minerva and Poppy chose that moment to come back.

"Why don't you get some rest Mr. Potter? This has been a rather trying to day and you are still healing from whatever it was that caused you to lose your memories and brought you here in the first place." Poppy suggested.

Harry nodded and snuggled down into the bed. Minerva, Severus and Remus all made to leave but Harry grabbed Remus' hand. "Could you stay until I fall asleep? I feel safer with you around."

Remus nodded and sat back down as Minerva and Severus turned and left the Hospital Wing.

"I shall be in my office if you need anything." And with that Poppy left the two of them alone. Harry closed his eyes and Remus held his hand and brushed his fingers through the fringe on Harry's forehead. As Harry fell asleep Remus noticed something odd. The lightning bolt scar that had made Harry famous was gone. It was like the tragic events from Harry's past had not touched and left its mark on the young wizard. Destiny was giving one Harry James Potter a clean slate.