─── IT WAS ALL A BLUR for Harry as the strangers that came in the night took him to a place that he only could assume to be St Mungo's. He was fascinated but terrified at the same time as he seemed to travel through space and time through their care. One second he was at Jo's home, the next, he was entering a building while floating through the air. The transition had nearly left him sick to his stomach as he found his entire body ripped from a scene. For a few brief seconds, he was being pulled through a blurry vortex and when it was over, his eyes had to focus on an entirely new scene.

St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries; he had been able to read on the sign before entering, leaving him further speechless if he had been capable of speaking at the time. His body still remained stiff as he was just seemingly carried through the air to whatever destination. Meanwhile, he could catch glimpses of people watching as he and his escorts carried through as if they were on the warpath somewhere.

All Harry wanted to do was ask so many questions at the time, such as where were they taking him and what were they going to do to him? But at the same time, he didn't know if he actually wanted to know the answers either. The stern-faced man that had also referred to him as "Saros" didn't seem at all pleased to be in his presence, but rather irritated. Harry didn't know whether he shared a past with the man or not, but it didn't really matter either. After all, he was the second person to refer to him as "Saros" leaving him to confirm that it was more than likely his name.

They travelled down a long corridor and every so often, he could hear someone whisper until they suddenly took a sharp left and he was brought into a room. The walls were painted white, nothing out of the ordinary for the horribly plain room, and Harry found himself placed onto a bed, forced to stare up at the ceiling. He strained to hear the voices around him as they whispered something back and forth, while his heart was pounding in his chest to the point where he very well believed it was fitting to burst.

Sweat dripped down the sides of his face as he continued to grow nervous and Harry honestly wished that someone would speak to him again and just explain what was going on. Eventually, the fear and confusion became overwhelming, enough that the sweat became mixed with tears that streamed down from the corner of his eyes. The only thing that could pull him away from the horrid thoughts that his mind was conjuring up was the sound of footsteps approaching the door.

A voice interrupted the whispers, commanding the attention of the room, in only a few words. "Your work here is done, gentlemen, clear the room please."

"We are here under the jurisdiction of the Ministry-" the gruff voice of the lion-like man spoke, but he was quickly cut off, much to Harry's relief.

"There is such a thing as patient confidentiality and I am here to examine the patient," the other man spoke, " so if you would do as I asked before and clear the room, that would be lovely. I'll add a please and thank you and you can take that to the Ministry for your reports."

The room became silent for several seconds and Harry found that he was holding his breath. But eventually, it seemed the men that claimed to be Ministry workers were no longer up to argue and he could hear the sound of shoes shuffling out of the room. A couple of moments later, the sound of a door closing allowed Harry to release the breath he was holding, but he was reminded that he wasn't alone as the remaining man revealed he was still there.

"Sir, my name is Arnold Johnson, I'm a Healer here at St Mungo's, I'm going to release this spell that you're under and I would like it if you remained calm and still for the most part, alright?"

Harry couldn't answer but he vowed silently not to cause any issues, just as long as he was released from the invisible prison that had been forced upon him. Within seconds, he felt a warm wash over him and the stiffness he had experienced earlier was lifted, allowing him the free movement of his body. He let out a loud exhale before turning his head so that he could catch a glimpse of the person that had rescued him.

A sense of familiarity washed over Harry for a few moments as he took in the man at his bedside, the same eyes that matched his skin, very similar to the girl named Angelina. He wore a kind smile with a rather neutral expression as he looked down at him. His dreads were tied back, looking as though they weighed heavily on his head, but he didn't appear to be in discomfort.

"Are you aware of anything going on right now?" Arnold asked as with a wave of a stick in his hand, he pulled up a chair to the side of the bed. Quickly, Harry was sitting upright, watching as the chair moved on its own, very similar to the items in his room that had moved when he used "accio."

Slowly, Harry began shaking his head and listening as Arnold asked him what his name was. With a swallow, Harry settled back and let out a sigh. " The only name I can remember is Harry Potter, but from what I've been experiencing recently, I have a feeling it's not my name, is it?"

Arnold's expression softened, the smile fading into a frown that only confirmed the worse. He had been going under a completely different name that didn't belong to him.

"I'm afraid that is not your name, son," Arnold informed him, " but it is a name of someone you know. It was actually one of the last people you were with before you went missing. Your name is-"

"Saros Cygnus Malfoy," he said, " that's what Angelina told me when I met her in London, and that's what the man called me when he showed up to Jo's home. Did they hurt Jo, did they hurt William?! What does Obliviate mean?!"

Quickly working to get him to calm down, Arnold lifted up his hands slowly. "Easy, let me talk to you and explain what's going on and if you have any questions, you'll be free to ask. Alright, Saros?"

There seemed to be no escaping it as Harry thought to himself, he was no longer Harry Potter, he was actually Saros Cygnus Malfoy now.

Arnold tried to explain as much as possible during a short timeframe without it all coming across as overwhelming. But just the first bit alone had left Saros in a baffled state as Arnold informed him that he was, in fact, a wizard. Apparently, Saros came from a world of magic, which explained a lot of the strange occurrences and the so-called stick that was actually revealed to be a wand. However, it only got stranger from that point on, because Saros had been involved in a magical tournament in school when things had gone wrong.

There wasn't a firm confirmation of what had happened as everyone was waiting on his side of the story, but he learned very quickly that the wizarding world believed him to be dead. Somehow, he had disappeared and entered the "muggle" world, Arnold referred to William and Jo as muggles, claiming that it meant that they were non-magical folk. Wizarding kind and non-magic didn't share much of a relationship as magic was not to be revealed to muggles. He further explained that "obliviate" meant that Jo and William would no longer remember "Harry Potter."

"What happened to me?" Saros questioned.

"There have been stories of what happened," Arnold said, " but I rather not say anything right now, Saros. It may lead to planting false memories in your mind as the mind is easily persuaded to believe things. We need the memories to naturally come back to you so we can know the truth of what happened to you. Do you remember anything? Any people? You mentioned Angelina-"

Saros shook his head. " I only remember her from meeting her earlier. I don't know who she is. Jo said that I spoke her name once while I was asleep, that I was apologising to her, but that was it. "

He peered up to see the frown further pulling down the corner of Arnold's lips. "Should I know her? Who is she? I know her, don't I?"

"As I said, Saros, you should allow things to come back to you naturally-"

"But what if they don't?!" Saros pushed himself to sit up, making his way to the edge of his bed, allowing his leg and prosthetic to dangle over. "What if I never remember anything? I-I-I...I don't want to feel like this. I don't want to feel stuck! Please, tell me something! Tell me who the people are that I see in my dreams. Tell me what happened to me! What happened and why can't I remember?!"

Suddenly, all the lanterns in the surrounding area flickered, some of the flames went out and some of the lanterns took to shattering as broken glass littered the floor. Saros' eyes peered around the room as he tried to steady his heavy breathing. Arnold remained calm and when it seemed that Saros was finished with his demanding "tantrum" with a couple waves of his wand, the lanterns were fixed and flames returned.

Nothing was out of place as if it never happened.

"Saros," Arnold finally spoke, " you are at St Mungo's and we are going to help you as much as we can while you are here. Your mind apparently went under a lot of strain and it's possible that we can reverse some damage to see if that opens up anything for you. But memories are so easily manipulated that we have to be careful. I need you to tell me what you know, so we can go off of that. Anything is helpful, so just tell me what you know. What you remember from your dreams, what people?"

Saros peered down at his prosthetic. "My leg, I saw a way that I lost my leg but I didn't think it was real. It seemed more of a nightmare really, but I guess if magic is real then anything is possible at this point. I was younger and I was somewhere hot. There was a tent and I was walking towards it but before I could go in, I was knocked back. It was like the tent became alive and it attacked me. I couldn't see, like I was stuck in a shadow and then it started to eat my leg-"

He stopped as soon as he saw Arnold grimace and for a moment, he felt like even in the magical world that his nightmare was only that of a fabricated story of the mind and nothing more.

"I know it sounds silly but-"

"No, Saros," Arnold shook his head, " it doesn't sound silly at all. In fact, it shows that you are able to recall some memory. What happened to your leg, what you just explained, it's true. You were attacked by a lethifold when you were younger. It took your leg to above your knee before your mother was able to come to your aid."

"My mother..." Saros repeated as he stared off in the distance, " I remember her, I think. Her hair, she's blonde and she was with me. She was with me here. Her and this little boy...he's blond too, he looks like me. They all do...that's my family, isn't it?"

"You do have a younger brother and your father-"

"Are they going to come here?" Saros asked quickly as he looked directly at Arnold. "Are they going to come and see me? Do they know that I'm alive now? Is someone going to tell them? I want to see them, I want to see my parents and my brother! Please, maybe they can help me remember! I want to see them!"

Angelina was curled up in one of the chairs of the visitor's sitting area with Katie and Alicia at her side as they were snuggled up on a small loveseat. They had been there since that afternoon when they came to St Mungo's to report that they had found Saros. He had been going under the name Harry Potter, but he was alive. So much of her was relieved, but also heartbroken at the same time that Saros couldn't even remember who he was. He didn't know who she was and while she didn't want to sound selfish, she hoped that it didn't last long. She needed him to remember her.

To find him alive but have him not recognise her, it was like being hugged and then repeatably stabbed. It wasn't his fault and Angelina knew that but to be so close and yet not so close, she didn't know what to think or do. Which is why she went to her father, hoping that he could solve all the troubles. He could heal Saros and everything would be fine, everything would return back to normal.

But it simply wasn't that simple.

It seemed like she was waiting for ages and even when she learned that Saros was in St Mungo's, she couldn't go see him. The Healers needed to evaluate him and work with him in private, but knowing he was right there seemed to drive her mad. Katie and Alicia had decided to stay with her, but even they fell to exhaustion as both of them had fallen asleep nearly an hour ago. It left Angelina to sit there alone, waiting on word. Her father had explained that anything happened though couldn't be revealed to her.

Saros didn't have his memory, but he still had his rights as a patient and Arnold couldn't just betray patient confidentiality. Being Saros' girlfriend wasn't enough to give her any sort of privileges but all she wanted to do was visit him and reassure Saros that everything was going to be alright. For the time being, she was going to have to be patient.

A small smile formed on her face as she remembered that Saros had always thought of her as impatient and she could see just how true it was. But she figured if he was in the right state of mind that he would excuse her impatience just the one time.

Eventually, though, even her stubbornness couldn't keep her awake and she was beginning to feel the effects of the day as she let out several yawns in the span of a couple of minutes. She was starting to doze off in her chair and her eyes finally closed, but it was short-lived as she found a hand coming to rest on her shoulder. Angelina jumped and looked up, only to see her father standing at her side.

Immediately, she was up on her feet, hoping and praying for some good news. "Is everything okay? Can I go see him-"

"Angelina, I think you and the girls should head on home. Whether you stay at the house or go home with one of them, I think-"

"What? Go home?" she asked as her eyes widen in bewilderment before shaking her head. "No way! I want to see him! Please Dad, please, let me go see him!"

"You know that can't happen right now, but I need you to go home."

Angelina didn't understand her father's sudden urgency to get rid of her, but she didn't need to question it for long as her eyes fixated on the newcomers coming down the corridor. She suddenly became frozen in place, unable to believe what she was seeing as she saw the Malfoy family arriving.

"What?" Angelina breathed. "NO! THEY SHOULDN'T BE HERE! They can't be here!"

Katie and Alicia woke with a start at Angelina screaming, only to see that her father was holding her back. They were quickly up on their feet and Arnold moved his daughter over to where they were standing.

"Take her home!" Arnold instructed them. "Take her home and make sure she stays there!"

Angelina fought in her father's arms, unable to shake off the anger that washed over her as the Malfoys decided to show their faces. "No! They shouldn't be allowed to see him! They disowned him! They disowned him! Saros wouldn't want to see them! They hurt him, they're the reason he got hurt in the first place! Don't let them in to see him! Dad, please-"

"GET HER OUT OF HERE!"

Saros heard some muffled commotion outside of his room as he sat on his bed. He had long removed the prosthetic that caused him discomfort, leaving his remaining leg to dangle over. At the sound of the noise, he looked over in the direction of the door where Arnold had left out of earlier. He told Saros to try and get as much rest as possible, along with allowing his mind to relax as it could help with recovering memories. But Saros wasn't so much focused on recovering old memories but thinking about William and Jo. He remembered William's question about when it came to him leaving, would they ever see each other again?

He supposed it didn't matter at that point, Jo and William would no longer be able to recognise him anyway. All those that had been involved in helping him earlier had their minds erased of ever knowing him as "Harry Potter." It was like he never existed in their minds. He had asked Arnold if someone had obliviated him, but Arnold shook his head and told him that it was more complicated than that.

Left with more questions than answers, Saros scratched the back of his head, only to hear the sound of the door opening just a moment later. His eyes focused as he watched it slowly open before a head poked inside. Blonde hair draped over the shoulders of a woman that Saros had seen in his dreams on multiple occasions. Her eyes matched his own, the same ones he saw whenever he looked at his reflection in the mirror and as soon as they settled on him, they began to water.

"Saros," she spoke his name and he suddenly felt the comfort of a thousand hugs being wrapped around him.

"Mother?"