Well, it's not exactly a new story - I decided to rewrite "Forget me not", because I feel really sentimental about it, but my English was rather terrible few years ago when I was writing it. It's a revised version and it'll contain two additional chapters to make the plot more clear.

Have fun!

Forget me not

Prologue

Fine vapors escape from whatever is doing the living.

The night is cold and delicate and full of angels

Pounding down the living. The factories are all lit up,

The chime goes unheard.

We are together at last, though far apart.

John Ashbery, The Ecclesiast

From River and Mountains

Tom, something terrible has happened today! Remember when I told you that someone opened the Chamber of Secrets and Filch's cat was petrified? And today in the duelling club Harry had attacked Justin with a snake and now everyone thinks he's the heir of Salazar Slytherin! Could it be true? Tom, tell me... Harry's in Gryffindor, but he speaks parseltongue and it's so strange... I'm really afraid, Tom...

Keep calm, Ginny. I don't understand a thing of what you're saying... Your friend is speaking with snakes? That's impossible.

But it's true, Tom. And he's send a snake after Justin. Harry's certainly the heir of Slytherin...

He can't be.

Why?

Ginny, just believe me. I'm your friend, ain't I? Why should I lie to you?

Maybe you're right...

I am right. But tell more about that fake heir of Slytherin. Who is he?

He's Harry Potter, Tom.

And?

Oh, I forgot that you don't know anything...

About?

About him.

Who?

You-Know-Who.

No, I don't know who, Ginny...

He Who Must Not Be Named. The Dark Lord. Terrifying wizard. He killed Harry's parents and tried to kill Harry too, but he failed. And Harry was only one year old, you know. And he survived. And now he's famous all over the world. But he's also so brave and intelligent and he's the best seeker we've ever had...

Wait a moment... You're telling me that he survived the killing curse?

Oh, yes, he did. Isn't it amazing?

Interesting, I'd say. And that Dark Lord? What was his name? I mean his true name. Do you know it, Ginny?

Yes, Tom, I know, but... I can't tell you, I'm too scared of it.

But you said he's dead – why are you still afraid then?

No, Tom, he's not dead... Everyone had thought so, but last year he tried to return and to kill Harry again. He was here, at Hogwarts, hidden on the back of Professor Quirrel's head! Isn't that strange? And again Harry stopped him! My brother was there too, he played chess. Not normal chess of course, but giant ones. And Hermione was with them, she told them how to free from devil snare...

Ginny, stop, please. I don't get it. That man, that dark wizard, was here? No one noticed? Maybe you've misheard something?

He was here, Tom. I'm absolutely sure. Ron told me that Harry'd been lying in hospital wing for nearly two weeks after that.

You're very fond of him, aren't you?

You won't tell anyone?

You know I won't.

I wish you could meet Harry. He's wonderful... And you're sure he's not the heir of Slytherin?

You can trust me. He's certainly not the Slytherin's heir. But I do wish I could talk with him. And that dark wizard – could it be...? Ginny, can you tell what year it is?

You've forgotten again?

It seems so...

It's 1992.

So between now and 1941 we have?

51 years. Why do you ask?

So maybe it's true?

What's true, Tom?

Nothing important, Ginny, nothing at all.