Summary: Harry Potter has no clue what's going on. After an Auror mission goes awfully wrong, he finds himself in a hospital bed, surrounded by people who he has no recollection of. Except, Harry does remember something. When this is revealed,what does Hermione decide to do? Send in Draco Malfoy.
Loosely based on the Vow.
Harry squinted uncomfortably as his eyes slowly opened, his vision being taken over by the insanely white room he was in. As his vision came too, he looked around warily. Where the hell was he?
He spotted the blurry outline of his glasses sitting on the small brown table next to him, nestled next to an extremely unattractive potted plant.
As he finally regained the ability to see again, he found this still didn't help.
He looked around the room. He could already tell he was in a hospital, judging by the funny smell of anaesthetics and the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. There were no other beds in this room, just his. It all seemed scarily quiet. He tried to get out of bed, but was met with a sensation of sharp pains which made him lie back down, limp as ever.
And that's when it began.
He heard then before he saw them.
The dull noise of a ramble of footsteps made Harry recoil. They got closer, and closer, until-
" Harry!"
Harry gasped slightly as someone threw their arms around him tightly. " Oh my god Harry, thank Merlin your awake! We were all so worried about you! We've all been here, every single day! But, don't even ask about the potted plant, Luna says it brings good luck, Merlin knows we needed it!"
Harry took a deep breath when the tight hug he had been wrapped in finally disappeared, and he fixed his glasses so they were straight. He was silent for a minute, as was everyone else in the room. They were all beaming down at him, expecting him to say something.
Harry let out a nervous cough, and sat up slightly.
" I'm really sorry, but... Who are you all?"
-
It was an hour later, when all of Harry's visitors were scattered around the room, sitting on chairs, all looking grave. The doctor had just been in, and explained Harry's situation. He'd started from the fact he was an Auror, which he already knew. He'd been on a mission to try and ambush some of the last remaining death eaters, which he vaguely remembered. It had gone horribly wrong. Apparently one of the Aurors let their concealment charm down. Harry could remember that. He could see the blurry outline of a man, in deep black robes, shouting. He was scared, and angry. He had been talking quickly, trying to get a point across.
That was when the memories stopped.
Apparently he had been stunned, and thrown back against a brick wall, causing a brain injury.
That would be why he's been diagnosed with Amnesia.
" So.. Your Hermione?"
The bushy haired girl sitting on a chair next to him smiled and squeezed his hand.
" That's right Harry!".
Harry nodded his head slowly.
" Your... Ronald?". He gestured to the red haired boy sitting at the foot of the bed, hands clasped in his lap. A small, sad smile appeared on his face. " Ron mate. You call me Ron."
Harry swallowed.
" Luna?"
The girl with the long blonde hair and strange earrings smiled.
" Neville?"
The dark haired boy nodded, sadly.
Harry turned to face the red haired girl, who stood in the corner, hugging herself.
" And... Jenny?".
The whole room seemed to freeze.
" Ginny, Harry. It's Ginny." And with that, the girl let out a sob and fled the room.
Harry looked down at the floor, guilt filling him up. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the boy, Neville, quickly go to follow the crying girl.
The girl next- Hermione, squeezed his hand comfortingly again.
" It's ok, Harry. It's ok."
Harry sniffed.
" So, tell me everything you can remember. All the memories."
Harry bit his lip.
" I can remember everything very clearly... Up until I was in hogwarts."
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, and took a shaky breath.
" So you can't remember anything, about any of us?".
He could tell she was holding her breath.
" I can remember glimpses.." He offered.
" I see your faces, in my head. Briefly. But then it's gone." He snapped his fingers for effect.
Hermione sighed, and leaned back in her chair.
Ron looked over at her, and got up, to squeeze her shoulder.
" It'll be alright Harry. Just you wait and see."
He smiled slightly at the other boy, even though no one could tell that he would be all right.
Harry sighed.
It was at that moment that his Doctor reappeared, followed by Neville, and Ginny. Ginny was shaking slightly, her eyes big, red and puffy. Harry felt awful.
" Hello, everyone. Mr Potter."
Luna smiled dreamily.
" Hello, ."
The man nodded.
definitely was old. He had dark hair, that had mostly turned grey, which was combed into a neat, official parting. His face was covered in little creases, wrinkles. His eyes however, where a welcoming brown, that twinkled and glistened in the light.
took out his clipboard, and faced Harry.
" So, . How are you feeling?". He looked up at Harry.
Harry smiled sheepishly.
" Still an awful headache."
His doctor raised his eyebrows while he wrote.
" Well, that would be expected yes."
He saw the red haired boy try to suppress a slight smirk, but the sad look on his face eventually snuffed that out.
" Have you remembered anything else particularly significant?".
Harry shook his head.
More scribbling.
" Well, , we're going to have to keep you here for a little while, so we can study the brain injury. So, as I said before, we can't say how long your amnesia will last." He looked up, his eyes turning serious.
He heard Ginny gasp slightly, and he looked over at her, trying to give her a comforting smile, even though he had no clue who she was. She nodded at him slightly.
eventually stopped scribbling, and looked up at everyone in the room.
" I'm afraid you'll all need to go. Mr Potter needs his rest, but I'd strongly advise you to come back tomorrow. Bring something that could possibly spark his memory. Something that connects the two of you."
Everyone nodded as they all stood up, giving Harry pats on the back and encouraging comments as they left. He watched them all file out, and his eyes landed on Hermione and his Doctor at the back, talking in a slightly hushed tone.
" Hermione?".
Hermione turned around, as did his doctor, as Harry called after her.
" Yeah?".
She looked hopefully at him.
Harry coughed.
" Um..., well.."
Hermione and waited patiently.
" Where's Draco?". He blurted out.
Draco Malfoy plastered on a fake grin as he listened to the absolute drivel that was coming from the man in front of him. He pretended to be interested in what he was saying by nodding along, when in reality, he really needed this man out of his flat.
It wasn't that the man was unattractive or anything. Pretty well toned muscles, high cheekbones, green eyes, dark hair.
He just... Wasn't for him.
" And wow, you must hear about the time Fields and I bumped into Connors at a pub.."
Draco's eyes flickered up to the large grandfather clock to the right of him. He took a sip of whiskey, and decided it was time.
" Wow, is that the time?". He spluttered, feigning surprise.
" I am so sorry Mark, I completely forgot, the ministry asked me to take a look at these notes for tomorrow, and I completely forgot."
Mark raised his eyebrows slightly, but smiled at him.
" Ah well. A story for another time perhaps?". He suggested.
Draco tried not to grimace.
" Yes, of course. Let me take your glass, I'll show you out."
He widened his eyes as Draco quickly bundled him towards the door. When they reached it, however Mark stopped.
" Well... I'll call you." He smiled, his eyes flickered towards Draco's lips, and he fought the urge to laugh in his face.
" Yeah, ok."
He opened the door and gently pushed the man out, before quickly closing the door so he couldn't say another word.
He took a deep breath and exhaled, exasperated. Draco leaned against the door. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair, sighing yet again.
All he seemed to do lately was sigh.
Draco jumped at he heard a particularly annoying tune begin to play, and groaned yet again as he realised it was his phone.
" Stupid muggle invention." he mumbled. Why had he ever purchased it?
He grabbed it out of his pocket and pressed the accept call button.
" Hello, Draco Malfoy speaking."
He paused for a moment, before smirking.
" Ah Granger! I've not heard from you, in what? Two years was it? To what do I owe this pleasure?".
The smirk quickly vanished of his face as the voice at the other end of the phone spoke.
" You need me to do WHAT? Don't be ridiculous. Oh, by all means, put him on if you must!". Draco snapped.
He waited as the phone was handed over to someone else.
" Yes. Alright. I see. You need me now? Well I suppose... Yes. Fine. Will do. I guess I'll be there as soon as."
Draco hissed in annoyance as he hung up the phone.
Wasn't this night turning out to be fantastic?
-
Draco couldn't help but feel the urge to sprint towards the receptionists desk as he walked down the narrow hall of . He swallowed nervously as he approached the receptionist, a young looking girl, who seemed more interested in studying her nails than doing her job.
" Hello, how can I help you?". She said unemotionally, without even looking up. Draco scowled.
" I'm here to see Harry. Harry Potter?".
The receptionist sighed, and finally looked up at him. A faint bit of recognition flashed in her eyes, but she didn't show that she knew who he was.
" Sorry, has a strict permitted visitors only on ."
He sighed, wringing his hands out.
" Well, I guess.. Going by what said, I should be on that list."
She raised an eyebrow.
" Well, can I have your name and relation to the patient?".
Draco pulled at his collar, and sighed.
" Draco Malfoy. And, I suppose... " He sighed as the girl looked at him, a smirk playing on her lips.
He sneered at her as he pulled himself together.
" I'm Draco Malfoy, and I guess I'll be down as Harry Potters husband."
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- GoldenFeather