16 September 2007 @ 09:53 pm
Architects of Memory: Prologue (0/18)  
Title: Architects of Memory
Fandom: Harry Potter
Author: Lilith ([info]lilithilien)
Summary: The battle of Hogwarts changes the wizarding world forever -- but not in a way that anyone could possibly expect. Can Harry put things back to rights when neither his friends nor his enemies remember The Boy Who Lived?
Rated: NC-17 eventually; the first parts will be Gen
Length: 116,500 words
Disclaimer: All rights to these characters belong to J.K. Rowling and her publishers and agents. I make no claim to ownership and expect no monetary gain, and I'm writing this story purely for enjoyment
Note: This is an AU, but its starting point is the end of Deathly Hallows and the first (in my version, only) time that Voldemort attacks Harry. Those who died in canon are still dead, R.I.P. And if the Hallows exist, they aren't known in my world. Thanks to [info]sarcastic_jo for beta, advice, and all-around awesomeness.


Prologue


The Blood Sport was Diagon Alley's trendiest sports bar on match day, but at half two on this Wednesday afternoon, only two patrons sat amidst the swirling photographs and Quidditch scarves. One was a familiar face in the pub: Daffid Llewellyn-Jones, the Caerphilly Catapults' keeper, would have been swarmed by fans, were there any around at this hour. As for the other ...

"That's absolutely thrilling," Rita Skeeter cooed, running a scarlet nail along the rim of her sherry glass. "I always find Quidditch strategy fascinating … don't you?" Before her companion could answer, Rita added, "And I'm sure you've had no small part in turning the Catapults around this year."

("The handsome keeper blushed when asked about his part in leading the Catapults to their biggest victories in nearly fifty years," scribbled the Quick-Quill beside her. "His sea-green eyes grew distant, as if they could gaze back to the glory days of 1956, when Caerphilly defeated the Karasjok Kites in a momentous ...")

"Rita Skeeter?"

The quill sputtered on the parchment as Rita turned to see who had interrupted her thoughts. "Yes?"

"Rita Skeeter. Don't you recognize me?"

With a long, polished fingernail she lowered her bejewelled spectacles to give the young man a good once over, top to bottom. Or bottom to top, more accurately, since his scuffed loafers were the first things that caught her eye. Atop these were rumpled corduroy trousers, Muggle-style, and a threadbare homemade jumper on which she could just make out the letter "H." His face, like the rest of his body, was painfully thin, though his shoulders were broad enough. She guessed he was around eighteen years of age, although round eyeglasses made him look much younger. Unruly black hair completed the look, as if he'd just rised from bed amidst a frightful hurricane. He wasn't someone who most people would look at twice—more like one they'd stumble over as he lay drunk on some unnamed street corner—but Rita, who never forgot a face, studied him carefully.

"I'm sorry, should I?"

"I'm Harry Potter!" His voice held barely contained agitation, and his fists clenched and unclenched as he stood there. "Don't you know me? I defeated Voldemort!"

"Who?" Rita squinted at the strange name, then shook her blond curls dismissively. "I'm sorry, Mr ... Potter, is it? I'm in the middle of an interview, so if you'll just ..." Her words trailed off with the flick of her hand. Rita knew the boy hadn't moved, but she turned back to her companion with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, Daffid. You were saying ..."

A roar slowly grew, like the sound of a subway train emerging from a tunnel, bringing with it the splintering sound of liquor bottles exploding at the bar. Rita squealed as the Ogden's Old Firewhisky mirror shattered behind them, leaning into Daffid as he quickly covered her with his cloak. At any other time she'd be appreciating the athlete's finely toned body, but now all she could think of were the shards of glass raining down. She peered up just in time to see the bartender run over, wand drawn, forcing the young man to back toward the door. His protests rang throughout the empty pub:

"But I'm Harry Potter!!"

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쉘리 I whip my hair like Bang Bang: actors - dan omg[info]sdk on September 18th, 2007 11:11 pm (UTC)
Oh my God. I'm running off to read the next part, but I just had to pause and comment that I'm completely hooked!

The level of detail here is wonderful too; I love Rita's description of Harry, and the way you described his emotional/magical outburst. And just the whole irony that Harry's desperate for Rita to recognize him, when he would have been thrilled with the lack-of-attention before.

As I said before, I'm hooked! *scurries off to chapter 1*
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Lilith: hp-dh canon slash[info]lilithilien on September 19th, 2007 01:26 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm so glad to hear you like it -- and yes, it does make me giggle to think of Harry seeking Rita out and begging for her attention.
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mythicdove: bella_better[info]mythicdove on September 23rd, 2007 03:51 am (UTC)
Oh wow. What an interesting start! Rita cracked me up before, so it's great to see her.

Off to read the next part!
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Lilith: hp-all was well until[info]lilithilien on September 23rd, 2007 04:34 am (UTC)
Does this mean you've finished reading the whole series? You're fast!

I'm really glad you liked the start. Rita is fun, isn't she?
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[info]oceaxe on March 29th, 2008 12:57 am (UTC)
I've been reading this story on skyehawke, and I'm enjoying it immensely... but I had to stop and try to contact you, because I'm burning with curiosity... did you read my story Long Forgotten Fairytale?

http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=15596

The premise is one that I had never read before I wrote it, and your story is so similar in its general outline (although much more richly executed).

Anyway, great story... I can't wait to see how it turns out.
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Lilith: hp-dh canon slash[info]lilithilien on March 29th, 2008 01:55 am (UTC)
No, I'm afraid I've never read your story. I'm pretty new to this fandom, so my reading has been mostly limited to recs (and branching off to the authors' other works from there) and the hd_holidays exchange (which actually I'm still working through now).

I did just take a look at your story, and I'm really not sure what you think is similar about the "general outline" -- other than the idea of an Obliviate-type spell (I don't know how far you've gotten in AoM so I don't want to give too much away, but the spell affecting the wizards here is not Obliviate, nor is it by Harry's hand). But no, I definitely did not copy your story in any way. (I do hope that's not what you're implying, and I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt about this.)

I do hope you enjoy reading the rest of AoM!
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[info]oceaxe on March 29th, 2008 02:27 am (UTC)
What I found similar was the notion of the entire wizarding world forgetting what Harry had done, and the difficulties of reincorporating the truth (history, interactions, relationships) back into an existing relationship.

And no, I wasn't implying that you'd "copied" my story... in fandom, that would be a pretty weak accusation, anyway. We all "copy" from one another, and more obviously, from the source of the fandom. In fact, if you had read my story and the ideas in it had inspired you to write this one, I would have been most flattered.

I am definitely curious to see what exactly is the source of everyone's amnesia, in your story. You've created quite a chilling world, and I enjoy the allusions to our current political climate.
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Lilith: hp-obsession[info]lilithilien on March 29th, 2008 02:55 am (UTC)
Fair enough!

And yes, I think there are definitely allusions to the U.S. political climate, but it was inspired more by Stalinist U.S.S.R. -- The Commissar Vanishes is a chilling look at how minds were shaped during that era simply by manipulating history and making people "forget." In fact, the title Architects of Memory refers to the people (mostly the women left) who retained their memories from that time and used it to rebuild the true history of what happened there.

So yes, there could be some scary parallels with those chronicling American history.

And of course I wanted to explore what would happen to Harry and Draco without their prejudices and irreconcilable allegiances. Hitting a "reset" button in a sense, which it seems is what you're doing in your story.

(More than anything, though, I wanted to do away with those cumbersome Hallows and see if the horcruxes and Harry's death could still make sense.)

I really do hope you enjoy the rest of it!
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