The Lost Memories
Kal Kally
Disclaimer: I own nothing! J.K.Rowling created the characters, I just borrow them to make a really crazy fic.
Pairing: Focus on the love triangle between Harry, Ron and Draco.
Note 1: The story was written mostly in Draco's POV. When Voldemort was defeated, Draco Malfoy also died. He was then reborn into a Muggle's body. Sometime later, he met someone from the past and decided to travel to the wizard world to find his lost memories.
Note 2: I know the grammar may be not very perfect. I'm still learning English.
Note 3: *Word* = Flashback.
Chapter 1I'm Draco Allen, just a normal boy, a nobody in this vast world. Most of the time, I ignore that fact. It's not something important enough to bother my life. I'm only sixteen, still have much time to worry about that. But sometimes, I feel in myself the presence of another me with a strange pride and completely different characters, always demands me to be the best, to be above others.
May be it's that secret version of myself that is making me so nervous now. I deliver meals for a small restaurant, the money I'm paid is really important to me but I always have the feeling that this job is mediocre and doing it is a shame.
A sigh escapes my mouth as the doorbell rings. I have to do it anyway. My mother's birthday is in next month and now I'm saving hard to earn enough money to give her something a little bit expensive. Maybe then, she'll spare me some of her free time and stop seeing me as a copy of my father who left us when I was only four years old.
Still no one answer the door. I ring the doorbell again. I've been standing in front of this house for about ten minutes. Where is that damn woman that supposed to live in it? What's her name? Oh yes, my boss told me to deliver the meal to Mrs. Granger. That must be her name.
Just when I'm about to give up and leave the house, cursing my bad luck, the door opens and a woman steps out. An old woman about 50 or 60 years old. She looks...
strangely...
familiar...
*Mudbloods like you shouldn't exist in this earth*
and then suddenly darkness...
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I come to life with a throbbing headache. Must have fainted again. Damn, that's the fourth time this month. Looking around, I realize I'm now on a sofa in the most ancient-looking living room I've ever seen. The furniture is terribly old. Not to tell the fireplace with flames dancing in it. What is that woman thinking? Isn't this summer day hot enough without her fire? But I can't deny that I love seeing flames dancing like this. This scene is very familiar.
Blink.
*A blond boy about sixteen or seventeen years old sitting in an old armchair in front of the fireplace. Another boy sitting on the floor, resting his flame-like head in the first boy's lap. None of them smiling but they both looked peaceful.*
I blink again. What's that? Recently I keep hearing voices and seeing things. May be the tension in my family life is driving me nuts.
"Are you OK, kid?" A tender voice comes from somewhere behind me, making me startled. I sit up, my eyes switch to the door and stop on the old woman, I think she's Mrs. Granger. She's holding a tray with a glass of brown liquid on it.
Tender, kind, caring. She could be a perfect grandmother that any kid would desire but for some reason, just looking at her makes me sick.
"I was so afraid when you fainted on my door step," she continues and gives me the glass, "I wonder if I had met you before. You look very familiar to me but then, I can be wrong."
I receive the glass but don't drink the brown liquid in it. It must be stupid but I don't trust this woman. Not at all. "Can I use the telephone?" I ask "I should call home. I don't know if I'm capable of going home with this stupid headache."
Mrs. Granger smiles sweetly and, I must be wrong but still... , sickly. "There's no telephone in my house. Not even a piece of electric thing here. Why do you need electricity when you can use magic, right?"
Magic? Is she crazy? "But magic does not exist in this world" I answer.
"Really? Do you really think so?"
"Of course." What else did she expect? But why is she staring at me like that. It looks as if she's considering if I'm telling the truth.
"You can rest here until you're well again," She suddenly offers "And drink the water. It's good for your health. I have to go now."
I want to protest but she has already gone out of the room, quickly and soundlessly like when she came. So much like a ghost. I'm alone again in the room again. Oh well, I'll wait till she comes back, thank her and leave then. My thought returns to her words.
Magic? Does she really believe that magic actually exists?
*... you'll learn how to control your magic there. Be a bright Slytherin. Don't shame our family's name....*
My hands shake and the glass I'm holding falls down and breaks, smearing the brown liquid on the floor. What was that?
*Blood slipped through his fingers as another life was crushed under his spells. He didn't regret. He stopped regretting long ago. This was life. This was his life. Powerful and feared. Soon he would be the most powerful ally of the Dark Lord, for he declined to be on the Dark Lord's side as only one of his servants. He would soon be able to defeat that damn Potter.*
* "You never care for me, do you? You just use me." *
Pain. Pain fills my head along with visions of unfamiliar scenes with unfamiliar faces. It has happened several times before but not as terrible as this. The only thing I can do is holding my head in my hands, whimpering as waves and waves of scenes threaten to drown me.
* A famine's voice. "He is mine and will be mine forever. I can do anything to ensure that." *
* That lovely redhead was resting in his lap again but this time he couldn't force out a smile. Not when those sweet lips were letting out the final breathes. "Do you have any feeling for me?" He knew he shouldn't ask that now but he had to know.
"I... don't know", the other boy answer faintly, "I love him and that'll never change but I... I also need you."
"That's enough", he wept and tighten his hold on the other boy. "Oh God, don't you dare to die and leave me alone."
"Even if I died, I would still be with you, as long as you keep the memories of me in your heart." *
I'm crying again. No matter how many times I dreamt of that scene, I would still find myself crying. They're not my memories but... why is this hopeless feeling rising in my chest?
* "You don't deserve happiness. In this world or another. Wherever you go, you will still be alone. Yes, that's right, loneliness is your fate." *
* "Crying again? I never want to see you cry." *
"Crying again? I never want to see you cry."
Suddenly I return to reality, return to the sofa in the ancient-looking room. I try to stand up, very surprised to find I can do that easily. The headache has stopped. The mysterious visions also gone. I must be wrong but that last sentence seemed to be spoken by some one in this room.
"You didn't change much."
My eyes widen as I look up slowly. In front of the fireplace stands that boy, the boy with the hair like flame I've seen so many times in my dreams. " Who are you?" I stammer.
"Come with me." He says and disappears into the fireplace. Yeah, right, into the fireplace. Only that the fire has faded out completely. It its place is a stair down somewhere. A hidden room under the ground?
Without any hesitance, I follow the boy down there.
I didn't know under Mrs. Granger's house there was a place like this. It's a tiny room lightened by a lot of candles, may be hundreds of them. There are no decorations. In the middle of the room is an open coffin, which seems to be made from really expensive wood.
I have the feeling someone is calling me from it, some invisible hands are pulling me towards it. Well, doing that won't hurt, right? So I follow the call.
In the coffin lies a man, slightly older than me, about twenty years old. He's dressing in an old dark robe. His hair's dark and there's a scar with the shape of lightning on his forehead. What surprised me most is that he's still breathing.
He's beautiful.
I shake my head. Did I just say he's beautiful? My hands clasp more tightly on the coffin's edge as I try to get closet, hoping to get a better view of his face.
The next thing I know, my lips are upon his.
* He could exchange anything to taste those lips. Never had he desired anyone so intensely before.*
Sweet. His lips are sweet but like neither honey nor candy. In fact, it tastes like ripen fruit. It's also sick. I should be killing him instead of kissing him now.
Killing him? Kissing him? I jolt back, what am I thinking? But before I can guess out the answer, a growl disrupts my thought. The dark hair boy has woken and now is staring at me with the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.
Another time, I think I would have laughed at the sheer ridiculous side of it, so much like the tale my mother had told me when I was small, a kiss of the prince had waken the princess up. But before any sound can escape my mouth, the man jumps out of the coffin and attacks. In a second, he has me pinned under him. His hands wrap around my throat
Thoughts fly away. Everything I can focus on now is how to pry his fingers off my throat. Does he want to kill me? God, how could someone delicate as this man possess so much strength?
He is speaking something but I can only catch the last words. A name? Why is he saying it with such an intense hatred?
"...die. Malfoy."
TBC.