Chapter 25: Interruptions!

The days that followed Snape's death weren't good for Harry. He slept less and less, Snape's decrepit and pale form haunting his mind every second of every day. It wasn't easy. It wasn't easy knowing that there was a piece of yourself missing, and that your mind had been tampered with completely. Harry felt helpless. He felt no courage, no strength, just helplessness.

The cool stone column pressed into Harry's back. The Astronomy tower was his only place of solice; he looked out over the landscape and sighed in resignation.

"I can't believe I didn't realise my memories had been tampered with." He thought while his hands curled into fists. His knuckles turned white "I can't believe I let her get to me!" The strength of his voice echoed throughout the tower. He was seething, his anger radiating from his body.

"Give me my memories back," he whispered eyes clouding with tears. He sobbed and hoisted himself upon the ledge.

"Give me my memories back," Again the whisper fell from his chapped lips, but this time it was harsher. A tear dribbled down his cheek. Harry clasped the column tightly-

"GIVE ME MY MEMORIES BACK!" He screamed.

"GIVE ME MY MEMORIES BACK!" The words trembled on his lips.

"Give them back," he faltered falling to his knees, inching closer to the edge. He crumbled into sobs, sorrow falling from his lips.

That night Harry lay in bed, wondering how much easier his life would have been if he had jumped from the tower. When the words left his lips, he knew that it was hopeless. He wanted his memories back now, and he didn't know how much longer he could go on with them so tampered.

"I know Dumbledore said that they would come back soon…but I just wish I knew why I feel so empty. And why does Snape's death make me feel like crying for days on end!"

Harry fiddled with a piece of cotton that had come loose on his sheets; twisting it back and forth while he became immersed in confusion.

He was pressed against a wall and could feel the heat of the man that held him captive. It radiated through his entire being as the man placed kisses along his jawline. Why did it feel so good?

Someone moaned, but he was too encapsulated to notice which one of them did. Hands slithered up his sides, caressing his entire being. He was at this man's mercy.

"ehem…" A voice echoed, like a hollow plea. Harry had no intention of stopping this man's ministrations; he would just ignore the voice.

"Excuse me."

"Excuse me…"

Harry opened his eyes to scan the room, but there was a thick fog hanging in the air. And suddenly the wonderful man that had been devouring him was gone. Harry huffed.

"Well, thank Merlin that's over."

Harry swivelled around to see a shadowy figure standing in the distance.

"W-Who are you?" questioned Harry as he walked towards the shadow. The silhouette became more visible- it seemed to be a cloaked man, taller than himself, sadly their face was not visible.

"Who are you?" the figure replied.

"I'm Harry. Now answer me! Who are you?"

The figure just laughed a deep chest rumbling laugh and stepped closer to Harry. Harry began to feel frustrated; he thought at least that once the fog cleared he would be able to see the man's face; but no- he was wearing a hood that concealed it.

"Well Harry," it began, stepping even closer "I do not know."

Harry woke with a start. Chest damp, hair rustled and mind completely fragmented.

"Mate, are you alright?" asked Ron from the other side of the room. The sun was scraping a horizon; Harry hugged himself in the chilly morning air.

"Y-yeah…I just had a really strange dream."

"Tell me about it- I thought someone was shoving spiders down my throat, and when I woke up I spat everywhere. Had to wash my face of course; when I came back you were scrambling in your sheets…but you calmed down," said Ron, perching on the end of his bed, "What happened in your dream?"

Harry ran a hand through his dampened hair and sighed.

"Well, at first it was very vivid. I was…snogging someone and just minding my own business until some voice interrupted."

"Who were you snogging?"

"Oh- uh…I don't know actually. But it was bloody brilliant. But the voice that interrupted sounded so familiar…Ron I'm really confused." Said Harry resignedly, standing and walking to the window.

"Maybe you should speak to Hermione about it Harry. You know…it could have been a memory, Dumbledore did say that your memories would start to come back and, you know- clear up."

Harry turned to Ron slowly, his brow crinkling in thought.

"Actually, the first part of the dream felt so vivid it felt like I'd lived it before, but the second half was just strange it was like I was awake…in my mind?" Harry shook his head, waving his hands in front of him, " ah, I think I will speak to Hermione about it, thanks Ron."

"No worries mate."

Hey ...

Yeah...I should probably just stop apologising cause I really have failed at updating. I wasn't lying last time I said that I was writing the next chapter, because I was writing it, and I just forgot...SO here's half of what I have, I know it's quite fragmented, I just can't seem to make it flow properly because I can't stand reading it from the beginning to remember where I'm going with the story.

But thanks for your reviews, and thanks to those of you who have continued reviewing and reading, even with my appalling update rate.

Would you care if I were to add some pieces in from later chapters in the story. I suppose I mean like a time jump thingy- or is it already too choppy for you? Haha

THANKS ANYWAYS GUYSSSSSSS, YOU'RE AWESOME FOR READING THIS STORY WITH ALL THE HORRIBLE GRAMMATICAL CRAP.