Harry Potter One Shots

Harry PotterXReader ~ The accident Part 2

(Y/n's P.O.V)

"What do you mean I've never played Quidditch!?!?" One of them was lying to me. I just needed to find out who.

"Your Dad said it was too dangerous. You wouldn't even be allowed to watch. You would study Potions; I guess that makes sense now." Harry was thinking out loud by the end of his sentence.

"DAD!!!" I yelled out to him.

"I'm working, Y/n, unless it's an emergency, don't interrupt me." He's not getting off that easy. I barge into his office, and memories come flooding back.

---Memory number 1---

I could remember our old house, the oak bookshelves, the green seats, and a fireplace with a fire raging inside warming the room. I stood at the bottom of a set of stairs, a Christmas tree in the corner. Dad was in a Christmas sweater. On the fireplace sat a photo of my parents holding me the night we got home from the Hospital. I remembered my Dad telling me stories about my Mother; he wasn't lying about Mum dying when I was a baby; that's something at least. A chair was next to the tree, and there were presents under the tree. A coffee table sat beside the chair with two Christmas mugs and some cookies.

---Memory number 2---

The presents faded along with the chair, table, mugs and cookies. The tree was the exact same. Dad was no longer in his Christmas sweater. There were other people. I was in another room, peeking through a crack in the door. Someone grabbed me and dragged me into the room where my Dad was. There were Red and Green flashes like Christmas lights as I hid behind my Dad; I have always been shy.

--end of memory--

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I STRICTLY FOBAD YOU TO COME IN HERE!" As Dad yelled, I collapsed to the floor, trying to figure out the memories.

As soon as I fell, he stopped yelling and ran to me. Where Harry was already crouched, rubbing my arm, trying to help me, he didn't really know what he was doing.

"Y/n? What's wrong? What happened?" Harry and Dad spoke together, and both voices were filled with worry.

"I'm okay" I replied.

"No, you're not," Dad says, picking me up and putting me in his chair.

"Dad, I can remember our old house. Some Christmas there. Love your Christmas sweater, by the way." I blurted out without thinking.

"What can you remember," Dad asked, looking me in the eye.

----Time skip----

I told them what I remembered, and Dad seemed interested in the second memory, asking if I remembered anything else from that day. Of course, I said no. Then, Dad shooed Harry away. He picked me up, took me to our room, and placed me on my bed.

"Rest!" Was all he said as he pulled up a chair and summoned his book.

There was no point arguing, so I rolled into a ball and fell asleep.

----Dream----

I was standing behind my Dad, red and green lights flashing.

"I'm not going back," My Father said.

"Oh Yeah? Not even for your precious daughter?" Just as the man said that another man grabbed me.

"DAD!!" I yelled as they yanked me away from him

When he tried to grab me, the man who had hold of me disappeared all of a sudden; we were in a dark dungeon. He shoved me into a cell.

"LET ME GO, MY DAD WILL FIND ME! HE'LL PROTECT ME," I yelled, but to no avail; the man walked away.

I sat in the cell waiting. A man walked past, throwing me an off piece of bread. It wasn't long after he left that someone else walked in. I threw the bread at them.

"My Dad will find me, and he won't be happy," I mutter to them, my throat dry from lack of water.

"I intended for him to find you. I'm helping him. He knew you wouldn't be getting proper food; knowing I was on the inside, I would at least be able to dig around to find you.

 He is upstairs right now. If he knew you were down here, he would murder everyone up there. Anyway, I brought food." The person was Draco; sure enough, he had a cup of water, bread, and fruit. "I couldn't get much without the house elves noticing and telling my parents. I'm sorry."

----End of Dream----

I sit bolt upright. Looking around the room, relaxing, I found myself in my own room. My Dad is asleep on the chair next to me.

"It was just a dream, just a dream", I muttered to myself; it really hadn't felt like a dream.

It felt too real to be a dream, but I was in my room safe and sound, so it had to be a dream.

"What was just a dream?" Dad asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Nothing. I just had a nightmare about being locked up; Draco was helping me." Dad's face changed from tired to worried. "What's wrong, Dad?"

"Nothing. I just remembered I was supposed to go see Dumbledore last night." Dad said. "I'll go see him at lunch instead."

"Daddy? I was talking to Harry last night, and he said that you never even let me watch Quidditch, let alone play. Is that true?" I spooked as soon as it came to my mind.

"Uh, well, yes, that's true....." I cut him off.

"So you have been lying to me?" I felt hurt that my own Father would lie to me.

"Yes, but it was for good reason." He almost pleaded.

"What's a good reason to keep the truth from your daughter about how she lost her memory?" I snapped.

"That dream, it wasn't a dream, more a memory... The death eaters wanted me to come back, and they knew the only way to do that was to threaten you; they took you. I had Draco try and find you. Each time he found you, you were moved again. They beat you whenever I failed to do something." Tears formed in his eyes.

"oh," I was shocked.

"They beat you till you lost your memories; when I finally found you, school had finished, and well, you were in a coma. I thought it best not to tell you what happened." I hugged my Father.

"I shouldn't have gotten mad about it. You were doing what you thought was best for me." Dad hugged back straight away.