Disclaimer: I regret to say that everything about Harry Potter belongs to the talented author JK Rowling. There are some original characters and they belong to me: they include Shawn and Pixie as a couple and a mention of Yumiko and Chris, two OCs from the first story. A new OC specifically for this chapter is a first year Ravenclaw student named Serena Dellaborn. And let's welcome Charles: you'll find out who he is :)

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Connection to other fics: Follows after 'Harry Potter and the Crests of Hogwarts' and 'A Blessed Union', but it can be read alone.

Warning: A very prominent relationship highlight of Draco/Harry as married spouses. There will be a mention of MPreg later in the story. There is OOC but to what degree, it's up to personal interpretation.

Main Pairing: Draco/Harry

Other Pairings: Ron/Hermione, Neville/Ginny and two OC pairings - Shawn/Pixie and Charles/Ramona (you'll find out later).

Story note: Disregards official continuity after 4th book, Goblet of Fire as with the other two stories before this as this was originally written between 2002 and 2003, so may be considered AU. References to the newer books will be vaguely made. Any flashback indicated will be in italics.

26/5/2013: Phew! I finally did it, two stories edited and this one will be the last to do (for now anyway). And that's right, the Special Bookmarks (to mark where there are potential M-rated lovely Drarry extensions) will be be back but there will be none for this chapter, I'm afraid. Anyhow, I feel so happy that you guys took the time to read them all over again and so onward!

Unforgettable Memories

Chapter One: A Reminiscing Reflection

Rating: PG

Draco Malfoy-Potter opened the front door of their revamped home and leaned against the frame in a relaxed pose. He had been stuck in his study for hours and in need of fresh air. Godric's Hollow is beautiful in Spring and the vast countryside in the outskirts of the village was a sight to see. It hadn't cease to amaze him with its unspoiled beauty of the green sweeping hills, blossoming oak trees and the colourful sprinkles of wildflowers in the distance. He watched a pair of bluebirds swooped by and tweeted their sweet melodies and several white butterflies hovering over the pink roses growing in the rosebushes and the fragrant lilies in the small plots in the front garden. The back garden was even more glorious with more identical plots of roses and lilies and added with a porch swing and a small greenhouse to house his herbs and other flora of wizardly nature for his potion ingredients, which were hidden from prying eyes of the muggles.

Draco was now in his late thirties. The Potions professor still looked handsome, if not more. His lightly tan coloured skin, attained by more frequent outings to scavenge rare ingredients in the Forbidden Forest and occasional sunbathing, only helped to enhance his elvish looks and his pristine blonde hair had grown past his shoulders and tied up in a loose ponytail, the fine strands shining gently in the sunlight. The cool countryside air cooled his skin and played with the folds of his loose dress shirt.

His silvery grey eyes shone with some sadness as he took in the surroundings of their house. He knew the painful history behind it...having belonged to his husband's deceased parents when he was a baby. Harry had been adamant in visiting the place where he was supposed to spend the childhood he never had. Draco readily acquiesced, knowing how much it meant to him and the Malfoy Manor was no longer a home to him after it was converted into a grand church upon his request with his family solicitor. After an emotionally charged outing, they made the decision to fix it up and made some renovations with a lot of help and support from their friends and family. They moved in after their honeymoon and found it to be as cosy as it would be years ago. He smiled at the thought of his beloved husband, Hogwarts Flying Instructor and Quidditch referee, Harry Malfoy-Potter.

The sound of a man's voice humming a tune echoed from the storey above him and he made out some scratching noises of some furniture being moved around. Draco's eyes crinkled in warmth. Harry was currently doing some household chores to pass the time after working in the back garden. He always needed to do something with his hands and wanted to make himself useful since Draco was often using his free time to take care of his potion ingredients, experimenting and improving his potion-brewing skills in his laboratory and formulating lesson plans for his future classes in his study.

Draco and Harry were happily married for nearly two decades and his life, in his opinion, had been blissfully perfect. Harry had brought him eternal happiness he felt he could never repay with kisses, hugs and endearments alone. Harry had released him from the darkness and gave him his friendship and eventually his love when they were in their sixth year in Hogwarts. They had defeated the evil Lord Voldemort together with new friends and their sincere acceptance and unshakeable support from the Weasleys, his father figure and their other best friends from school quashed the nasty rumours that emerged from their engagement and made the wedding possible to happen. Now they were happily teaching in Hogwarts and gained a family in turn too...and speaking of-

Suddenly loud cluttering sounds echoed, erasing his husband's humming and replaced by a painful groan. This time, it clearly came from the attic in the topmost storey of the house. His anxious concern started to bubble in Draco's chest and override his reminiscing joy.

Draco recalled that Harry had been in an accident when he had to rescue a very frightened and inexperienced first year on her broom in one of his flying lessons a year ago and the incident still haunted him to this day...

"Now then, you all know the theoretical basics of making a simple Wiggenweld potion, let's move onto-"

"Professor Malfoy!"

The said Potions professor nearly jumped out of his skin and nearly dropped his textbook and wand when the door to his dungeon classroom slammed open with a thud. He glared at the intruder to give him a piece of his mind. But he stopped when he saw Yumiko, another good friend since sixth year and the current school nurse, being formerly Madame Pomfrey's assistant, glancing at him with panic in her eyes and urging him to speak to her outside. After barking to his students to keep reading the texts until the end of class, he strode over to the nurse and closed the door behind them.

"Yumiko, what's the meaning of this?!" Draco tiraded harshly, "You know very well that you can't interrupt my class if-"

"There's an emergency. It's Harry. He's been in a terrible accident in one of his flying lessons," Yumiko quickly explained.

Draco's anger at being interrupted bubbled into painful anxiety. Yumiko wasn't finished just yet.

"I managed to divert his students to the school library to wait for further news. The girl's injury isn't serious but his are far more so. I had to knock him out and put him on a bed when he insisted that he should continue his lesson in his broken state. I asked the poor child to keep an eye on him until I can fetch you. The only person he would listen to is you. We have to hurry otherwise he'll hurt himself more."

At this, Draco paled upon hearing his husband's plight, he clasped the nurse's shoulder.

"Take me to him, please..." Draco's steady voice belied his growing fear for his spouse.

"Harry!"

Draco immediately dove to his husband's side the moment they entered the hospital wing. The other man looked quite pitiful as he grunted in pain. He was currently laying on his stomach, his top garments stripped bare from his still lithe torso. One of his arms was bandaged in a sling and carefully positioned by his side and his right temple was also bandaged up.

"D-Dray..." Harry whimpered as he bit his lip while trying to push himself up, "I-I have to go to my students..."

"They're in the library, Harry. You are in no shape to move. Keep still so that Yumiko can look over you," Draco said sternly and soothingly as he pushed his husband back onto the bed. He blanched at the numerous deep cuts, dark bruises and bleeding gashes marring the toned back, "What happened to you?!"

"It was my fault, sir..." a soft voice answered him.

Draco turned to the adjacent bed where Yumiko was tending to the student. She looked quite frightened as she still held up her sore arm slung against her chest in a supporting position. She shivered when Draco looked at her. He recognised her as one of the students from Hufflepuff and recalling her shy but studious manner in his classes.

"Serena..." Yumiko whispered as she watched the girl approached the two men with a bowed head.

"I didn't mean to hurt him, sir! I'm so sorry! I was always afraid of heights and Professor Potter was helping me overcome it. But I got so scared when the broom suddenly took off and he had to come after me! He managed to protect me but...but...oh Merlin! I was so scared!" the poor girl babbled as anxious tears ran down her face before hiccuping, "I'm ready to accept any punishment. Will he be okay?"

Draco took in her pale face and her quivering hands. She looked very pitiful and scared but she certainly didn't deserve to be traumatized further for something that happened by chance. Anyhow it would ease his husband's conscience if he could assure her that it wasn't her fault...

"Miss Dellaborn, don't trouble yourself and relax. It was an accident, nothing more. What makes you think you'll be punished for something that you haven't done?" Draco said in his most assuring voice he could muster.

"If anything, I shouldn't have pushed you so hard, Serena...I was careless to not take into full account of your feelings or know the full extent of your fear," Harry said weakly, trying to grin at his student. Unlike his husband and the other professors, he preferred to address his students by their first names. Harry felt that that it was easier to build a rapport with his students by that method, "I didn't think your fear of heights was that severe...I hope you are still fine with me still teaching you."

"Professor, I like you teaching me and I'll work harder on overcoming it, I promise!" Serena wiped away her tears with her good hand. A shy smile wormed on her face, "I'll practice lots more."

"I know you will, Serena..."

"I think you should let your classmates know that the flying lesson is promptly dismissed and head to your next lesson, dear. I have to make sure that Professor Potter will be fit to teach again," Yumiko ushered the Ravenclaw student out, "Go ahead, run along, Serena."

Yumiko turned her attention to Harry.

"Harry, I managed to fix your arm and your head's not terribly injured. But I want you to be still while I check over your back," Yumiko gestured to Draco, "Hold onto him...this might hurt..."

Draco clasped his hand with Harry's, their wedding bands coming into contact. Harry felt a tear run down his golden cheek.

"Don't let go, dragon..."

Draco shook his head and bent down to kiss the tear away, "Never, my lion. Just squeeze if it hurts."

Draco tried to keep Harry calm as Yumiko painstakingly examined every inch of his back as she healed the injuries on his skin with her wand and applied cooling salve in the chaffed areas to soothe him. Just then, Harry yelped in pain and squeezed his husband's hand when she pressed near the small of his back.

"Oh dear...it's that serious? Shhh...it's okay, Harry. I'm nearly done."

"Hurts...hurts! Fuck!"

"Calm down, lion...she's finished..." Draco turned to Yumiko, "What happens to Harry now?"

"Harry needs mild pain relief draughts for medication, lots of checkups and physical therapy. It appears that the crash has affected his back badly. I have a feeling he might experience weakness in his limbs and temporary lack of coordination. Be thankful that his spinal cord didn't sustain extremely major damage or even got broken," Yumiko explained as she and Draco carefully helped Harry sit up on the bed. The patient hissed and leaned against the taller man who gently patted his sore arm in comfort. Yumiko looked at Harry firmly in the eye, "You are not to do any strenuous activity effective immediately and that means absolutely no flying on your broom, Harry."

"What?! No! What am I supposed to do?! My students need me!" Harry exclaimed before wincing, "Ow...ow..."

"Take it easy, my beloved...stop..." Draco stilled the smaller man.

"You can still teach, Harry but you are to be grounded, literally. The sooner you start your physical therapy and keeping track of your medication, the faster you can get back to doing what you always do," Yumiko reasoned, "I can owl my brother to step in to help supervise the practical side of the class if you want, Harry, and you do need someone fit to referee the school's Quidditch matches for this season. It would ease your mind if there's someone around to help..."

Harry thought for a while and nodded. Chris was always a big help when he couldn't teach his classes due to sickness or injury and the students deeply idolized him for his glory days as a gifted seeker for Puddlemere United. He retired from the sport a few years back but still remained close ties with Puddlemere United and Hogwarts.

"It'll be good to see him again. Please Yumiko, do what you must."

"Alright, I'm going to see Professors Thomas and Zabini to inform them of the changes and to send an owl to my brother," she handed the rest of the salve to Draco, "Please apply it onto his back and shoulders before you leave. It will help him relax."

Draco nodded and spread the cream onto Harry's tanned shoulders and backside. He grimaced at the light scars left behind on his back.

"You really scared me, you know..." Draco said softly when he finished applying the salve and kissed his slumped shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Dray...really, I am..." Harry apologized and hummed at the soothing touches as he leaned against him, "Looks like I'll making a few more trips here now...it's not going to be easy...

"I know...and I'll be there every step of the way, lion..." the Potions professor kissed his Flying instructor's forehead, "Now rest..."

'Harry, how can you be so careless?' Draco frowned with a shake of his head, 'I don't want you to end up in the hospital wing again.'

He immediately entered back into the house and made his way to the attic, hoping that his husband would be all right. The last thing he needed was Harry getting seriously injured before returning for a new year in Hogwarts. The physical therapy Harry had experienced was long, tough and painful and Harry persevered through it all despite the angry fits and fearful tears when the worst of his shaking limbs got to him.

He strode up the staircase and headed for the portable ladder leading to the ceiling...

Harry coughed as the dust settled onto the floor and on himself. He should've known that dust was slippery as ice and took the precaution to watch where he walked in the attic. He sighed and fixed his rimless glasses that went askew on his nose. Then he carefully sat up and dusted himself. He too, like Draco, grew more handsome at his age. His black hair was slightly less unruly than before, the once-messy mop having turned finer and more manageable. His green emerald eyes still shone with a friendly twinkle and he had more muscle built into his lithe figure due to him needing to keep in shape for his flying lessons in Hogwarts. For today, he settled to wearing a cosy burgundy sweater, a green t-shirt and dress pants.

'Draco...Draco...'

Harry smiled fondly at the thought of his husband. Who would ever thought that the famous Ice Prince of Slytherin would become his fated spouse? The years they spent together were long and plentiful and their life together couldn't be more blissful. Draco loved him as much as he did to him and it made his heart swell and warm up.

He was about to stand up when he heard some creaking noises coming from the stairs. He grinned innocently at the blonde head that popped up from the hole of the attic floor. The handsome fair face of his husband grimaced as he quickly picked himself up from the hole and strode next to him to help him stand up.

"Lion, why did you come up here? You already done enough housework as it is," Draco scolded and grasped Harry's shoulders, "I don't want you to make it worse before going back to Hogwarts."

"You worry too much, Dray. I'm fine, really," the smaller man said reassuringly and kissed one of his hands on his shoulders, "The attic needs to be sorted out before we leave. I have a feeling that more memories will be stored up here soon."

Draco's sternness diminished upon looking into his green bespectacled eyes. He could never stay angry with Harry for long. He smiled and kissed his husband chastely as he helped him dust his clothes. Harry returned the kiss and shivered when Draco breathed against his neck lovingly.

'He still smells so divine after all these years...my Harry...my Gryffindor lion...' Draco thought as he kissed the soft skin and pulled back to gaze lovingly at the slightly shorter man.

"You always look out for me, don't you, dragon?" Harry closed his eyes briefly as Draco cupped his cheek.

"You know I do, Harry."

Just then, they heard whistling swooping sounds coming from their fireplace followed by coughing and sneezing.

"S-Scourgify...good, all clean...Dad! Father! I'm home!"

Both men smiled as they recognised the voice that belonged to their 18-year-old son, Charles Forsythe Malfoy-Potter. Draco walked over to the hole of the attic floor and called to the teenager.

"We're up here, son! Up in the attic!"

The creaking sounds grew louder as a young man appeared through the hole and joined his father and dad.
Charles, also known as Charlie by his close friends and family, had unruly black hair that looked uncannily just like Harry in his youth and dark silver coloured eyes that would've belonged to Draco. He was tanned, well built and stood as tall as his fathers. He was currently dressed in a black and red T-Shirt with matching black jeans and gold trimmed trainers.

"So how are the dragon-handling skills coming along with Ron?" Harry asked curiously.

Their son had aspirations to become a master dragon handler like his dad's best friend, Ron who was working with all breeds of dragons in a secluded sanctuary near the caves located in the wilderness and outskirts of Hogsmeade where he and his family were currently living. The fiery redhead offered to take him as his apprentice along with Ron's twin sons, Jack and Jason, after graduation. Every day he had been traveling to the Weasley's Hogsmeade home via Floo powder before heading to the sanctuary. There, the boy would be busy as he studied each breed and their temperaments, building rapport with the dragons he would handle in the future, to learn how to take care of them, aid in handling their eggs and raising the hatchlings and to help extract their scales, dung and blood for potion ingredients. It was exhausting work but Charles was fascinated by the creatures and dreamed to work with them like Ron did. Each day ended for Charles to come back home in late evening just in time to share dinner with his fathers.

"Fine, Dad. Mr. Weasley says that I need to be more careful with the Norwegian Ridgebacks. I got a minor burn on my back and-" Charles saw Harry turn pale, "But Mrs. Weasley already healed it, dad. I'm fine!"

"Be more careful next time, boy!" Draco reprimanded.

"I just hope that I'll be ready by our trip to Wales. It'll be so cool to see what dragons they have there," Charles said.

"Well, I'm sure you'll do well, Charlie," Harry said encouragingly.

"What are you two doing up here?"

"Your dad decided to clean up the attic and nearly gave me a heart attack."

"Dad! Your elbow's going to-"

Charles's warning came too late as Harry's elbow knocked against a box or a container of some sort, billowing more dust around the trio. Harry went to the container and brushed the dust and cobwebs aside, making the other two cough in the background. He looked at the other cardboard boxes and various containers and rid the surfaces of the dust gathered. He took a peek inside one of them and smiled when he recognised the contents.

"Dad! What are you doing? Trying to choke us with dust?!" Charles coughed.

"Sorry, Charlie, but if you were this old, you'd be caked in dust too."

"Hey...that's some cool stuff there..." Charles commented when he joined Harry's side and peeked inside one of the boxes, "What exactly did you find, Dad?"

Harry smiled at his husband and son as he pushed several large cardboard boxes and containers to them.

"Several old memories that should be shared...let's take them to the living room and leave them aside for a moment. I think we all need to clean ourselves first otherwise we'll be stuck here gathering dust like the rest of these things."

A dark cloaked figure stood alone in the cell...things had gone quiet in Azkaban since the Ministry of Magic underwent a full structural reform and an election for the Minister's position just over 18 years back. It was a pity that Cornelius Fudge had resigned when he lost sensationally. His pompous manner, incompetency in his position and his bias attitude towards the better half of the wizard population would have practically make his escape easier. He wouldn't report him missing since he'd be more concerned making himself look good and well-meaning in public and in the Daily Prophet.

A new minister, Kingsley Shacklebolt was appointed in his place, a man with great principles and an impeccable judge of character, unlike his predecessor, who had made many commendable changes in his regime.

One of those changes was made prominent here in the dreaded prison: the removal of the dreaded Dementors. During his long imprisonment, he had painstakingly worked on his escape plan and it was going to be quick and easy...however he would have made his escape if it not for the cells now heavily guarded and constantly patrolled by highly trained Aurors under the new Minister's employment. They were the best of the best...but they were still human and capable of making mistakes...and he hoped that it would help him snag a wand to complete the escape...the next stage of his plan would be clear once he would be out of the cell.

He was patient...he just needed a small crack in the iron defense as his cue to make his getaway. And then...he would finally wreak revenge on those who wronged him...

To be continued...