A/N: There may be some confusion as to what has happened. Harry was not in America when he was with his family and new friends. I did not name a specific country because I wanted to leave it open for personal interpretation. JKR said that she would not go to America, ever, and I tried to stay true to that. If they sound, through slang, that they are from America, it's because I'm from North America. Now that I've said too much, on with the story.
Johnny lie in his bed watching as the ceiling did noting, and found he could not sleep. He tried for three hours but nothing was happening.
He then heard the front door open, which was followed by voices; including Hermione's. He pulled the covers off himself and put the slippers next to his bed on and crept out of his room. As he slowly crept down the stairs he could actually make out what the people were saying.
"How's he been this past week, Hermione dear?" A woman's voice sounded.
"Fine, he's healthy, happy, and hasn't remembered a single thing about his life."
"I'm sure that you're making improvements, there might be some work before the break through. Has he..." A male voice said.
"No Mr. Weasley, the only thing he has ever asked about is his scar, I've still only told him as little as I could on that. I feel so awful lying to him..."
"This is a delicate time Hermione, it's crucial that he doesn't find out that..."
"What? That the reason he has no memory is because the people who supposedly love him so dearly wanted to manipulate him into a weapon because they were to scared to do their own dirty work? Yes, I agree, very important indeed."
"Hermione," The woman's voice could only be called scolding.
"Ever since I thought Harry was dead I decided I wasn't going to hold back my feelings. They cost me before and that will *not* happen again."
"You seem to forget that you came into all of this quite willingly, the blame is not to be placed on us alone..." A man, different from the first, said.
"Yes, but the lot of you are grown people, Harry and I were kids. You had the responsibility to look out for us and instead you put us both in the front lines. We should have never had to make the choices we did."
"How many people do you want to die for your own happiness to be obtained? Let us just look at the facts, one life for hundreds isn't all that bad an exchange." the second man said.
"Harry saved all of you, especially you, don't you dare talk about what is a fair exchange. You don't seem to see the price of your freedom. You have it and you just want to bathe in it, forget how it's obtained and forget what is sacrificed for it, just as long as that tattoo on your arm doesn't twinge any more eh?"
"There's no big deal here, he's alive isn't he?"
"That man sleeping up there has no recollection of himself, he's lost because he doesn't know who he is and I can't tell him. He's going to be in a permanent state of limbo because you deem him unworthy of knowing the truth. And because of all of this we have no way of knowing what happened to him and why for heaven's sake he's still alive."
"Are you willing to tell him the truth? Tell him all you are guilty of?" The second man asked.
"Truth, above all else, is what matters." Hermione said.
"Even if he decides he hates you most of all of us?" The second man asked.
"Why should I stop him from having the pleasure, I've been doing it since he left."
Johnny heard shuffling and took that as his cue to head up stairs as fast, and quietly as he could.
Once he was in his bed again he was no longer as tired as he was before. His mind was racing at optimum speed. How could one human being be a weapon? A better question is how could he be a weapon? He couldn't get to class on time; he had no way of being a weapon.
He heard quite footsteps going up the stairs and tried to stay as still as he possibly could. His door opened and he held his breath as light enveloped the room.
"After you heard what you did, did you remember anything?" Hermione asked.
Johnny sat up and put his glasses back on, "How did you-"
"I know you, remember? Did you remember anything?"
"No." Johnny shook his head.
She bit her lip and shook her head.
"I thought you were supposed to keep all that stuff secret, I thought you weren't going to threaten something just for my curiosity..."
"That's what they told me to tell you, that was the only way I could come here, if I told you that, and kept everything quite. I kept my promise to them, *I* didn't tell you a word. Good night."
And with that she left him by himself trying to figure out everything he had just heard.
* * *
"What is it Johnny?" His parents asked as they were led into his room.
"I overheard some people talking last night, they were talking about me, about what happened to me before; they said I was a weapon."
They looked at each other then back at him.
"Johnny, one teenager can't be a weapon..."
"They seem to think so. It's the truth, Hermione made sure I heard it."
"She did? How?" his mother asked sitting on the bed and patting it so he would too.
"Well I heard them come in, so I went downstairs, then I came back up here. I was trying to pretend I was asleep so I wouldn't be caught, and she knew I was there, she knew I was going to go down there."
"Why would she do that?"
"Because these people are forcing her not to tell me what went on, what happened, so to keep her promise to them and tell me what she thought I needed to know she made sure I'd hear the door open."
"What exactly are you saying you think is going on here?" His mother asked.
"I'm not exactly sure, but my guess is that anyone beyond Hermione we can't really trust..."
Johnny's father shook his head, "I don't like the sound of any of this. We should get you out of here, memory be damned."
"Dad, I have to figure out who I was, you're the one who always says that... Without our history we cannot be who we are."
Greg Winter sighed, "Why can't you be a normal child and not listen to a word we say."
Johnny shook his head, "I've got no idea, that's what I'm trying to figure out."
* * *
Johnny stood outside the west wing, the wing he was not allowed to go into. He was sure that Hermione would not turn him in if he went in here.
He tried the door handle but the door would not turn. He should have figured that it would be locked. As he gave up he banged his fist on the door showing his resentment towards the chunk of wood.
"You shouldn't be here," the second man's voice sounded.
Johnny turned to see someone he barely remembered. It was the odd man he ran into when he was chasing Jareth.
"I should say the same for you, I don't know you, what are you doing here?" Johnny said with as much force as he could muster.
"I'm keeping an eye on you."
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