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The Potter Identity by Phoenix_Flames
Chapter 2 : Love and Guilt
Rating: MatureChapter Reviews: 8

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Harry awoke early the next morning, and when he did so, he pulled on a pair of pants and walked out onto the balcony, admiring Elizabeth sleeping in the bed across the bedroom, her hand up by her head on the pillow, one of her calves sticking out from beneath the covers. She was breathing lightly. A blond curl would flutter about every time she exhaled.

Harry walked over to her and brushed the stray curls out of her face, letting his fingers linger on her cheek. Elizabeth nudged her cheek into his hand and turned onto her side in sleep.

Harry chuckled lightly and walked out onto the balcony where the sun was beginning to rise. He found Elizabeth entering all his thoughts, even as he tried to concentrate on what he saw in his dream last night.

Were there wizards out there? Was there such a thing as magic?

He decided to keep the whole magic part to himself.

Elizabeth might think him partly on the insane side if he mentioned that. As Harry looked down to the decks below, he spotted where he and Elizabeth had kissed last night and he found himself smiling, in a daze, and looking at that spot.

He heard soft footsteps behind him, and he turned around and smiled at Elizabeth, whispering a good morning to her. She placed a hand on his back and kissed him lightly before looking out to the sunrise. She asked after a moment, the wind rustling through her curls. "Did you sleep better after your dream?"

"Yes, much better," Harry whispered, taking her hand from the rail and looping it through his own.

She asked, squeezing his hand. "Did you have another memory?"

Harry smiled lightly and nodded. "Yeah, but this one was good."

He chuckled and recited it as he stared off to the orange sunrise, "It was at a ball. I was...fourteen, maybe? And I just sat there the whole time, watching everyone else dance, and this other guy was next to me as well. I think we must have been friends, and we must have been ticked about something. It looked as if we were the only ones without dates, but maybe they had just ditched us."

Elizabeth chuckled and teased him. "I don't believe you could have gone to a ball without a date. She must have ditched you."

Harry laughed and teased to her, "You better watch it."

Elizabeth lifted her head to Harry's and brushed her lips against his, teasing him. She moaned against his mouth. "Try me..."

Harry kissed her sweetly and then looked off to the sunrise again. He whispered, "My parents' names were James and Lily...My dad..."

Harry chuckled and smiled, "I look just like him...and I have my mother's eyes."

"Harry, it must have been hard for you to see all of that," Elizabeth said, worried, rubbing his back. Harry nodded. He paused for a moment and then asked, "Do you think there is someone on this ship who could get on a computer and bring up records?"

"Probably..." Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders, "You can always ask someone."

Harry nodded. "I might have to try and find someone. I'm not too bright with a computer...or electricity for that matter." Harry scratched his head, wondering why he wouldn't know much about electricity. He knew what everything was, but he didn't know how to operate everything as well as most people. Elizabeth chuckled and Harry turned towards her. "I want to get to know you better today. Like, you're favorite color!"

She laughed and said, "Aqua. Yours?"


She nodded and then asked him, "My turn. Favorite sport?"

Harry tilted his head to the side and pondered for a moment, "Hmmmm. Football. Yours?"


"Favorite food?" Harry asked, laughing and having a lot of fun with her. Elizabeth laughed, "Are you kidding? Ice cream! Yours?"

Harry laughed and answered, "Anything with chocolate."

Elizabeth giggled and said, "Well, I should probably get ready for the day."

Harry nodded and watched her enter the bedroom again, picking out her clothes for the day. When she entered the bathroom, Harry walked to his nightstand and brought out the ring. He fingered it, slipping it onto his wedding finger.

It fit perfectly...

Was he married?

He took if off and turned it over in his hand, inspecting it. He bit his bottom lip and pondered.

He felt like he was too young to be married. He was probably twenty or twenty-one...

And already married...?

That just didn't sound right, but as he continued to think about it, he began to wonder if the red headed woman who was being held hostage in the cellar was his wife. He didn't want to think he had a wife for the moment. He was stuck on a ship for three weeks and he only wanted to care for Elizabeth for the moment.

He denied the possibility that he had a wife, and he slipped the ring back into the drawer. He went into the kitchen and found that he knew how to use everything that was inside it; he found that odd. He knew how to do everything and he knew what things were. He just didn't know who he was or where he came from, nor did he recall anything that had happened in his life.

Elizabeth came out of the bathroom a few minutes later with nothing on except for the towel wrapped around her. Harry blushed and looked away from her, leaving the bedroom so she could change in private.

All that day, Harry talked with Elizabeth. He found out as the day went on that he felt as if he had known her his whole life, and he felt right with her.

As the two of them walked around the ship that day, Harry found many people staring at him, wondering if that was the man that was found floating in the ocean. A few of them had come to talk to Harry and had asked him questions, but Harry had been unable to answer them, not knowing the answer.

As the days passed and he grew closer to Elizabeth, he was able to sleep without reliving a memory, which Harry considered a blessing. When it was the last night on the ship and they would be pulling into a harbor in the United Kingdom the next morning, Elizabeth came up to Harry at the dark hours of night as he stood out on the balcony, and she asked him, "Harry, where are you going to go?"

Harry closed his mouth and sighed in a whisper. "I don't know, Elizabeth...

"You're welcome to stay with me," she whispered. "I have a flat in London."

"Thank you," Harry whispered. "I might need a place to stay for a while."

She nodded and turned to him, hugging him. Harry, surprised with her sudden action, but hugged her closer, sighing against her body.

Elizabeth whispered against his chest, "I'm so glad I found you, Harry..."

He chuckled, "Me too. I'm glad it was you."

He cupped her face in his hands and made her look him in the eye. She smiled lightly, and he brought his head down to hers, kissing her passionately. Elizabeth wrapped herself around him, and Harry ran his hands all over her, caressing her and holding her close.

As he ran his tongue along the inside of her mouth, he walked backwards, bringing Elizabeth into the bedroom. He took many steps back until he felt her fall back against her bed and he climbed on top of her, settling his body on her's. She moaned under him, slipping her hands up the back of his shirt, and dug her nails into his back.

Harry winced at the pain, but left her lips and began kissing her neck, biting it affectionately. She giggled and began pulling her nightgown above her head. Harry set it on the bed next to their bodies and smiled huskily as he saw that nothing was beneath it. He had now seen Elizabeth in her bra and underwear, but he hadn't seen this before.

He pulled his own shirt above his head and tossed it aside, pressing his chest against hear bare one. The feel of her breasts beneath his chest sent shivers down his back. Harry ran his hand along her body as he kissed her fiercely. As he massaged her chest with his own, he felt her hands run down his six-pack and unbutton his jeans. He lifted his face from hers and saw her smiling into his eyes.

He smiled back and kissed her nose, helping her. He sat up on her body and pulled down his jeans. She sat up with him as he kicked them off the bed and she pulled down his boxers, setting them next to her nightgown.

As they were both on their knees on her bed, facing the other, they paused and smiled at one another, feeling so great. Harry slowly leaned forward and kissed her sweetly, making her lie back down on the bed.

As Elizabeth settled herself, Harry kept his body hovering above hers. She moaned in pleasure when Harry massaged her thighs into his hands and spread them apart, coming down on top of her.

She gasped in pain and arched her back against him, but reached for his hips, pulling him closer. Harry smiled in pleasure and kissed her lips over and over, moaning her name. She took on of her legs and entwined it with Harry's, caressing it.

As sweat began coating their bodies, Harry pulled her closer and closer, kissing her. They were slow and passionate in their love making, not fierce. Harry moved slowly on top of her, and he felt Elizabeth push him over onto his back. She giggled and climbed on top of him, straddling him. She pressed her body against his and moaned into his ear, kissing it gently, "I'm coming with you..."

Harry pushed her back over and entwined their hands, lifting her arms above her head. As she smiled up to him, Harry whispered back, kissing her neck, "You can come anywhere with me..."

Elizabeth awoke the next morning and lifted her head quickly. She looked around and had to take in her surroundings for a moment before she calmed down. She only then realized that Harry was smiling down to her. She stopped and lay back down, letting Harry caress her back. He whispered, kissing her neck, "Good morning, beautiful."

She blushed and said, "Good morning..."

She looked down and saw that her legs were entwined with Harry's. She smiled, closing her eyes, and turned onto her back, Harry's stomach pressed up against her side. She stroked his cheek and whispered, "Last night was amazing..."

Harry laughed and pulled his body on top of hers, "You bet'cha it was."

He kissed her sweetly, Elizabeth wrapping her arms around Harry's neck. She ran them down his back and down his stomach, and then spread her legs apart, letting Harry fall back into the crook of her. She bit her bottom lip at the pain and then smiled as it went away, being replaced with something else, something she couldn't quite explain.

Harry teased into her ear as he began moving up and down, faster, "Staying with you is going to be great..."

She giggled and then lost herself in Harry. She giggled as Harry moved on top of her, making her loose her breath. She pulled him under her body and found herself on top. Harry laughed as she sat up on him and caressed his six pack, moving on top of him. As she was sitting up against him, Harry ran his hands up and down along her chest. She giggled, and they both stopped suddenly when the telephone rang.

Elizabeth cursed, "Oh my god! Do they ever shut up?!"

Elizabeth winced when she pulled herself off of Harry and picked up her robe from next to the bed. She slipped her arms into it and tied the belt loosely, her chest hanging out of it. Harry watched her pick up the phone and answer in a slightly aggravated voice, "Hello?"

Elizabeth smiled as she stared at Harry, Harry lying on his side on the bed, not bothering to cover up his abdomen. She giggled and turned around, blushing fiercely. Harry rose with a snicker and jogged across the room, wrapping his arms around her from behind. She yelped and jumped, spinning around. She slapped his chest, hissing, "Harry!"

He could hear her father on the other line, asking, "Elizabeth? What's going on?"

"Nothing, Dad," Elizabeth rolled her eyes, ignoring Harry as he tried to tease her back to the bed, lifting up her robe. Her father asked her, "Are you packed? We'll be pulling into the harbor in a few hours."

"Yes, Dad. I'm packed." Elizabeth rolled her eyes, jumping as Harry began caressing her bum. She spun around and slapped his thigh, trying to ignore the seductive smile on his face. "You know, Dad, I can take care of myself."

"Yes, I know. I'm just making sure," her father said.

Elizabeth nodded. "All right, then. Good bye."

She hung up and then yelped with a laugh. "Would you stop it?!"

Harry teased, wrapping his arms around her waist. "What? I can't help it that you're so damn beautiful."

She blushed and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. As she lost herself in Harry's kisses, she didn't even notice Harry untying her robe and dropping it onto the floor. Soon enough, Harry was climbing on top of her on the couch.

A few hours later, Harry was helping Elizabeth gather her bags. When she went into the bathroom to gather the last of her things, Harry quickly walked to the nightstand and slipped the ring and the stick of wood into his pocket, closing the drawer again. Elizabeth left the bathroom, shoving her toiletries bag into her last suitcase and zipping it closed. She walked out onto the balcony and smiled. "Finally! Home!"

Harry chuckled and offered to carry her last suitcases. Elizabeth chuckled and picked it up. "I'll get it. You can't completely spoil me."

Harry laughed and Elizabeth teased, "Now, try not to be too touchy around my parents."

Harry picked up the suitcases and nodded, kissing her cheek. They left the room and walked out onto the deck where all the other passengers were gathering, waiting to be let off. The ship came to a halt and the people slowly began to leave. Finally, Harry and Elizabeth set foot on the ground and said goodbye to Elizabeth's parents. Once they were in a cab, they set off for London and Elizabeth's flat.


"This place is pretty nice," Harry said as they entered her flat. Elizabeth smiled and went into her bedroom, tossing her bag onto the bed. "It's home for me."

"I think it's great," Harry said. He followed her and set her bags down, kissing her gently once. He went back into the main room and walked around, admiring the place. Harry picked up a recent newspaper and began skimming it. He flipped it open and was stunned to find a picture of himself on the inside. He narrowed his eyebrows and whispered, "What...?"

"What is it, Harry?" Elizabeth asked, coming to stand beside him.

Harry read out loud in a whisper, "Missing: Harry James Potter, born July 31, 1980, missing for two months."

"I-I'm m-missing...?" Harry asked, stunned.

"Well, then we have to tell the police that you're not missing anymore," Elizabeth said, reaching for a phone.

Harry grabbed her hand quickly and yelped, "No! Please, don't."

"Why not...?" she asked, worried.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. "Just, please don't. I-If you report that I'm not missing anymore, then I'll probably face that man again. I don't want to do that. I-I might have to leave you...a-and go home to my friends. I'm not ready for that..."

Elizabeth pursed her lips together and as much as she wanted to report that Harry wasn't missing anymore, she nodded. After all, it was his decision. Harry whispered, "I want to find out a little of who I am first. I don't want to go home knowing nothing."

"I understand..." Elizabeth whispered. She smiled sadly and Harry whispered a thank you before hugging her tightly. She pulled away and excused herself from the living room. Harry found her telephone and he dialed the police. He said, "Hi, I'm a friend of Harry Potter's. He's missing right now, and I was just wondering if you could tell me who reported him missing."

"Sure," the officer said on the other line. Harry found a piece of paper and a pen, and he waited for the officer to begin speaking again. "All right, sir. Mr. Ronald Weasley reported Harry Potter missing nearly two months ago."

"Thank you," Harry said, scribbling down the name. He asked, "I was also wondering if you could give me Harry's guardians' address. They're old friends of mine."

"One minute," the officer said again, and then came back a few seconds later, stating. "Well, as you well know, Mr. Potter is twenty-one and therefore do not obtain Mr. Potter's rights anymore, but Harry Potter's guardians, Vernon and Petunia Dursley, live at Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging Surey."

"Thank you very much," Harry said, and he hung up the phone. He stared down at the names. Vernon and Petunia had to be his aunt and uncle. Ronald Weasley was probably a friend. Harry swallowed and folded up the piece of paper, slipping it into his pocket. Elizabeth came back out and Harry smiled to her, feeling uneasy.

Elizabeth asked, coming up to him. "Why do you think you're missing?"

"I think it's that man who is trying to kill me..." Harry said, staring out the window and down into the busy streets of London. Elizabeth whispered, "Harry, why do you think he wants to kill you?"

"I don't know..." Harry whispered, shaking his head. He turned to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "But hey! Don't worry about it. Everything will be fine."

"I don't want you to get hurt, Harry," Elizabeth said, cupping his face in her hands. Harry smiled and kissed her. "I won't get hurt. I promise you that."


That night, Harry pried his bare body away from Elizabeth's in his sleep, tossing and turning in his nightmare. He moaned as he kicked and pulled the covers off of their naked bodies involuntarily.

He was sprinting around a dark place with masked people running about and other people who were completely unfamiliar to him. There was an empty archway and there were jets of light shooting about the large room. People were shouting things that Harry couldn't quite comprehend. The only thing he could make out is that people were dueling with the sticks and the masked people wanted the glass orb in Harry's hand. Harry looked to be nearly fifteen-years-old.

A woman with wild raven hair shouted "Avada Kedavra!" and a man with long and shaggy hair fell into the empty archway. Harry found himself screaming. "SIRIUS!!"

Another man rushed forward and held Harry to him as Harry thrashed about, trying to get to the man who had now disappeared behind an archway. Harry was shouting, "He's not dead! SIRIUS!"

"He's gone, Harry!" the man said.

"No! We can still reach him! He's not dead!" Harry shouted over and over. "Sirius!"

The memory changed...He couldn't take in the surroundings in time. The only thing Harry heard before bolting awake was the distance sentence, "I know pronounce you husband and wife..."

Harry immediately sat up, panting. He looked to Elizabeth, still sleeping as if nothing was wrong. Harry threw his legs over the edge of the bed and took his head into his hands. He gathered his breath and then ran to his jeans cast over the kitchen table. He and Elizabeth had been so passionate; they hadn't paid any attention as to where they dropped their clothing. It was scattered about the place.

Harry didn't bother to cover up his body as he ran to his jeans and reached inside one of the pockets, pulling out the gold band. He read the engraving once more. "Harry, our love will last forever..."

He looked to Elizabeth, sleeping so peacefully in her bed. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned, "Oh no..."

He was married. He was positive now. He moaned, shaking his head, "No, no, no. Please...That can't be..."

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