─── HARRY LOST COUNT with how many times the girl hugged him and called him "Saros" in the span of five minutes. After he had informed her that his name was Harry Potter, she and her friends had looked beyond bewildered, but it didn't stop her from reaching out to him again. She appeared overwhelmed with emotions, unsure of whether to cry, laugh, or smile while holding him. The way she said his name, she said it with such confidence and the way she looked at him, it was like she knew everything about him. But if his name was not Harry Potter, then who did the name belong to? Why did it ring inside of his mind countless times when he had been found?

The name "Saros" didn't sound familiar and he hated that because he felt like he should have known the name. It should have jogged something in his memory if she indeed knew him like he thought she did. But as his eyes darted back and forth as he searched every crevice of his available memory, he continued to draw a blank and he couldn't help but move away from her. Every time he moved away from her, she would frown and try to move in for another hug, but as she attempted to do so again, he held his hands out to stop her.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, unable to look her in the eye at the time, " but I don't know you.  At least, not right now. Maybe I do know you or maybe I did know you, but I...I can't remember anything, I just..."

 His voice trailed off in the utter disappointment that he felt towards himself and it was followed by silence, with the exception of one of the other two girls whispering "fuck" under her breath loud enough for him to hear. 

"You don't remember," the girl before him spoke, a crack in her voice that only portrayed a broken heart, " you don't remember me? Saros, it's me, it's Angie. Angelina Johnson, I'm your...you're my..."

He shook his head, unable to bear the sound of her tone, the way she was on the verge of crying once more. She was about to cry and he felt as though it was all his fault. He was the source of her pain and even though it was due to the lack of memory, he felt responsible for everything. 

"Angie, I think something happened to him," one of the girls whispered, " maybe we should get him to St Mungo's, maybe your dad can help him."

That seemed to ignite an idea inside Angelina's mind as her eyes opened wide as she stared directly at Harry. She quickly nodded her head as she seemed to agree with the suggestion. 

"Yes, that's right, we could go to my dad! He could help, Saros, he could help you!" Her eagerness caused her to reach out and try to catch him by the sleeve, but once again, Harry moved back from her. 

Jo and William were still inside the shop and it was clear that they were unaware that he had been confronted by strangers or Jo would have been at his side in a heartbeat. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do because he was being recognised but at the same time, just leaving with strangers felt wrong. What if they were mistaken? What if they weren't who they said they were and what if he wasn't who they said he was? The paranoid thoughts of it all being a trap left Harry wanting to run inside the store and find Jo to seek guidance. 

"I-I-I think I sh-should go," he said, cautiously taking a step towards the door of the shop," my family is inside waiting on me."

"Family?" Angelina repeated. "What do you mean? The Malfoys are here? They found you?"

"Malfoy?" he said with a quizzical look. "What is a Malfoy?"

"You're a Malfoy," Angelina told him as she took a step closer to him, " your name is Saros Cygnus Malfoy."

Well, that was certainly a mouthful, he thought to himself, and yet, none of it really sounded familiar to him. He would have thought that encountering someone from the past would be able to dislodge all of his trapped memories, but that didn't seem to be the case. He wanted to believe Angelina because she seemed so torn between happiness and despair, now that she was in his presence.

"Saros, listen to me," Angelina clung to the edge of his sleeve, holding him in place, " you need help. If you can't remember anything, then you need help. I know where to bring you, I know who can help you. Please, let me help you."

Paired with the loud traffic behind them along with people going back and forth behind them, Harry had to close his eyes as he heard her voice crack for the hundredth time. The pain on her face ached him, the pain in her voice ripped through him, and yet, he couldn't bring himself to trust her because he couldn't remember. Her name sounded familiar because Jo had said that he had called it out in his sleep before, apologising to "Angie." But her name came with no face for him to recognise or a voice for him to relate to.

"I have to go," he whispered under his breath to her, " I have to go. My family is waiting for me."

"But Saros, I can help you-"

"Stop!" he cried out as he staggered back. "Stop calling me that! I don't know who that is! I don't know you and...and...I don't trust you! How do I know you're not going to hurt me?"

Thinking of how he had been found, outside of some old man's house, with no prosthetic, unconscious and in horrible condition, how was he supposed to determine to believe or trust anyone from his past? He had no idea who had hurt him and part of remembering was going to give him that answer. Until then, he wasn't going to trust anyone who decided to say they were going to help him, no matter how beautiful they were.

There was something odd about his situation entirely, from the lamp incident just that morning, Harry was terrified to uncover the answers that awaited him.

"Angie," one of the girls stepped forward and placed her hand on Angelina's shoulder, " give him some space. If he can't remember all of us, all we're doing is scaring him. The best thing we can do is go to St Mungo's or maybe even the Ministry. They'll know what to do there. We should go, come on."

The other two continued to try to pull Angelina away from him, but she seemed pretty persistent about staying with him. She begged them to let her stay with Harry while they went off and got help because she didn't want to lose him again. He was right there and there was no guarantee that he would be there by the time they came back. But eventually, they were able to pull her away with the promise that he would be found and he would be able to be helped.

While it sounded somewhat promising to her, Harry, on the other hand, felt incredibly terrified with such an idea. Who were the people at St Mungo's? Or how was the Ministry going to just track him down in such a way? He didn't tell them where he was staying or who he was staying with. With all three girls just looking at him, Harry couldn't help his next actions of running away from them, into the store.

He felt incredibly silly for doing so, but so far, the only people he felt safe around were Jo and William.

In no time, he had found Jo and William, and despite being in public, he began telling Jo everything that had taken place outside. He told her that they were planning on taking him to a place called St Mungo's, how they claimed they were going to find him so they could help them. He told her  that they called him "Saros Cygnus Malfoy," and about the name Angie and how it coincided with a girl named "Angelina." But none of them seemed familiar to him at all.

"Harry, it's alright," Jo said in a steady voice, " just relax, you stay right here with William. I'm going to head outside and see if I can talk to the girls."

Harry didn't like the idea of her venturing out by herself to see the strangers, but she reassured him that she was going to be fine. He had nothing to worry about and that she was going to make sure he was safe. Left with William, Harry couldn't help but hold his breath as Jo walked away, until William reached up and grabbed his hand.

Peering down at William, Harry could see the bright expression on the boy's face as he was practically beaming.

"I like the name Saros, it sounds like magic too!"

When Jo had ventured outside to confront the girls that Harry had pointed out, they had suddenly vanished. There was no sign of them anywhere and that left Harry nervous enough that they decided to cut the shopping trip short and return home. Meanwhile, Jo had to run the information by the police, such as the new information to see if anything came up for a missing person called  "Saros Cygnus Malfoy" or if they had any information on a place called St Mungo's.

With the investigation open again, Harry was frightened of what was going to be uncovered at the time. Part of him wanted to believe that he had been a good person in his life before he lost his memory, but part of him feared that they would uncover something that proved otherwise. The day had been ruined for him because he didn't know whether to be happy or scared that someone had recognised him.

He played the name "Saros" in his head over and over, but nothing came to mind. It certainly dampened the mood and that was bad enough considering he had already been feeling quite low. Of course, William tried to cheer him up with the talks of magic but Harry wasn't really in the mood to talk about it. He already felt quite abnormal with missing a leg and no memory, if he was adding something to it along the lines of magic, that sounded like it was going to make things worse.

But he couldn't ignore it either, after all, he had witnessed what had happened in the living room. Grabbing the stick that he had practically fought to keep with him, he brought himself up to his room and sat down on his bed. A couple of times, he had attempted the "accio" word in the privacy in his room, and each time, it produced the same result. Something would come flying in his direction, whether it was his pillow, one of his shoes, or whatever he directed the stick at.

Jo tried to call him down to eat something a little while later, but he declined, claiming that he was tired and he just wanted to rest. It wasn't a complete lie, feeling as worked up and paranoid as he was, he felt exhausted. Dropping the stick onto the nightstand by his bed, Harry fell back onto the bed and closed his eyes. He couldn't get Angelina out of his head as all he could hear was her calling him "Saros" and the way she cried and tried to hold onto him.

He thought about how the way the girls had looked at him when he claimed to be "Harry Potter" and he could feel the wave of embarrassment wash over him. If that wasn't his name, he was going to feel like a complete idiot.

Crawling under his covers, Harry buried himself in darkness and decided to remain there until someone came through with some answers. He started thinking about the name Malfoy as Angelina made it a point to reference that it was his family name. Once again, it didn't sound very familiar but he wasn't surprised by that, at the rate he was going, Harry was sure he was never going to remember anything except odd flashes in his sleep.

But eventually, his exhausted state got the better of him, and Harry ended up falling asleep. Jo came up an hour later to check on him, only to find him sound asleep under his covers. She decided to leave him be for the time being, they would have time to discuss everything when he woke up. The day had taken such an odd and drastic turn with someone recognising him, but even she didn't know if it was for better or worse.

As Harry was left to sleep, he found himself in a dream once more, or rather it turned into a nightmare rather quickly. He was outside, sweating in the hot and humid weather, much younger than what he was now. And as he found himself moving along, he was suddenly overtaken by a dark shadow that knocked him down to the ground. He suddenly found himself unable to breathe as he tried to fight himself free.

But it was all over quickly and the next thing he knew, he was being held up in someone's arms. Peering down, he saw that his leg was missing and as he went out to scream, the soothing voice of a woman called out to him. He looked up to see the blonde woman from his dreams looking down at him. Her eyes swelled with tears, her lower lip trembling as she held onto him.

"It's going to be alright, Saros," she whispered to him, " I'm right here. I'm right here with you."

"Mother?"

"Yes, I'm right here! We're all right here with you!"

Harry looked around in his dream and saw another familiar face. A young boy with blond hair, similar to William, but his was nearly white in comparison. He had a worried look on his face as he tried to reach out for Harry.

"Draco..." he found himself muttering, " Draco...you're here...where's Father?"

"He's talking to the Healers right now, sweetheart," the woman spoke, " he'll be in shortly."

"Healers?" he repeated. "Where are we?"

"We're in St Mungo's."

Harry opened his eyes and pulled the blanket off of his body only to find himself drenched in sweat once more. He let out of a few coughs as he tried to properly catch his breath and found his throat incredibly dry. With the blanket pulled off of him, he found that the room was dark, meaning he had slept longer than he had anticipated. He rubbed his hands over his face and was about to push himself to sit up when he heard the door to his bedroom open.

Thinking it was Jo coming in to check on him, he called out to her that he was alright, but whoever had opened the door didn't answer. Instead, just as Saros fully sat up, he was blinded by a bright light and found himself falling back onto the bed, unable to move. Only his eyes could wander around and try to figure out what had just happened.

His body was temporarily paralysed but his heart was racing as he could hear the sound of people entering the room as footsteps grew closer and closer to his bedside. He wanted to call out for help, but he couldn't even open his mouth. He was completely stuck in place and suddenly, a light was being shone over him. Squinting his eyes at the brightness, a small circle of light was nearly pressed to the side of his face.

"Is this him?"

"Looks like him."

"We can't go based on just looks!"

"Look, there's a wand on the nightstand."

The voices spoke in such a gruff manner as they sounded irritated with the idea of finding him and it was everything that he feared coming to light. The girls had probably gone to whoever and they had been able to track him down with such ease. He couldn't believe that they had just stormed into the home and into his room. Harry's thoughts immediately went to Jo and William, hoping they were alright and that they hadn't been hurt because of him.

"Alright, let's just get him to St Mungo's, so we can get confirmation on his identification. Are the muggles taken care of?"

Muggles? Harry repeated to himself, it sounded like such a harsh term, but he felt like it was directed towards Jo and William.

"Asleep in their beds after they were obliviated, Sir."

"Good, confiscate the wand and let's get going."

Without even moving a muscle on his own, Harry found himself suddenly upright and standing in the middle of the room. He was surrounded by men, all dressed in cloaks with crests on them and all of them, holding sticks that looked similar to his own. They all had them pointed at him as if he posed a threat at the time, if they needed a reminder that he couldn't actually move. He couldn't even cry out if he wanted to.

One of the men approached him, his face was thin and wrinkled, a lion's mane for hair outlined his face as his dark eyes narrowed as he looked directly at Harry.

"So, Saros Cygnus Malfoy, this is where you've been. Alive and well."

Harry couldn't argue with the alive part, but he certainly had an argument against the well part. But unable to say anything, he could only remain quiet as he was moved through Jo's home, hovering down the stairs, and taken out of the house into the night.

It was probably for the best that he couldn't move, because he couldn't bring himself to look back at the home where they had done so much for him.