It had been a year and a half since Harry Potter defeated Voldemort. He and his best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, had destroyed all seven pieces of the Dark Lord's broken soul, finally, Voldemort himself. Harry was out of school, the world was safe, and nearly whole, again. He, Hermione, and Ron were living together in a small flat a few hundred miles from Ron's family.

Harry still had nightmares about the years of pain and terror he went through so he could protect everyone from the evil magic that had been at force. On this night, with the nightmare still fresh on his mind, he got out of bed to make himself some warm tea. As he walked by Ron's room, noticing it was slightly open, thinking maybe he was awake. He peeked in and smiled at the scene. Hermione had made her way to Ron's room somewhere in the night and was now sleeping silently on Ron's chest. Ron was slightly snoring, ruffling his girlfriend's hair as he breathed out. Harry closed the door and walked down stairs to the kitchen. They had told him of their relationship a few weeks ago, but Harry had already known the news for months. They were unsurprised that Harry knew, but had felt obligated to say something anyway.

As he put some tea on, he glanced at the clock on his wall. It was damn near four in the morning. Ron would be up in another hour or so to help George in the shop and would be gone for twelve straight hours. George needed the help due to Fred's death. It had been hard on the whole family but it had hit George the hardest. However, he was slowly recovering and would come over to visit the trio about every other day. Hermione was working at the Hogwarts Library and Harry, not really having to work, yet, stayed and tended the flat.

Harry heard a something that sounded a lot like a clap of very close thunder. Knowing It wasn't raining, he walked outside to see what caused all of the noise. Before he could walk all the way outside, however, someone collided with him. "Please!" shouted a man, "I am begging you! Hide me!" Harry pulled them to their feet and hoisted the man through the door. After making it sure it was secure and locked, he turned to the man who ran into him.

Harry pulled his wand out of his pocket and aimed right for the blonde's throat. "What the hell are you doing here, Malfoy?"

The man looked confused and startled. "Malfoy? Who the bloody hell is Malfoy?"

Harry stared at him. How could this not be Draco Malfoy? "What are you playing at, arsehole?"

"I swear to you; I don't know what you are talking about. I woke up and this man was hovering over me, beating me. I ran and grabbed a door; I ended up here. I just wanted to get away from that man. I will leave; I swear I will! I just don't want to leave while the man is outside. Please!" The man was on the brink of tear, scared for his life.

In all of the years that Harry had known him, Malfoy had never acted like this. What had happened to him? Harry peered closely at him. "Do you know who I am? Do know what YOUR name is and who you are?"

The blonde man looked at Harry wearily. "I have no idea who anybody is, okay?" Malfoy spoke hurriedly. "I don't know where I am, I don't know who you are, and I don't know who I am, either. I just need to get to a hospital. Then, they can fix this, I hope." Harry watched the man with his wand still at the ready, watching in amazement as Malfoy crumbled at his feet. Then, the blonde added pleadingly, "I just don't want to run into that guy again."

Before Harry could say anything, he heard someone cast a spell. He watched as Malfoy froze up, Ron rushing to his side. "What the bloody hell, Harry!" his red-haired friend exclaimed. "Why is he here? Are you alright? He didn't hurt you, did he?" Hermione was close behind him wearing only a bath towel.

Harry took a deep breath. "He came at me yelling! He wanted me to hide him from a man. He was begging for me to believe that he had no clue who he was, who I was, or anything for that matter."

Hermione walked from behind Harry and Ron to approach the stunned man. She looked down at him and lifted the curse. "What is your name?" she demanded.

"I don't know!" Malfoy yelled, getting on his feet. "I swear! Ask that guy in the glasses. Apparently HE knows me."

Hermione looked over at Harry. He shrugged, not knowing what to say. Hermione barked orders, "I want the two of you to put him in a chair, in the kitchen. I am going to get a truth serum." They didn't ask where she would get such a potion. More or less, she probably made it herself, but in any case they did as they were told. Hermione returned a moment after they had him in the chair. She walked over to him and popped the cork off the bottle of the serum. Malfoy watched this, being allowed to move freely. "Now," she said, holding the bottle out, "I'm going to ask that you drink this. If you don't, I will have my friends hex you, again and you will have no choice BUT to drink it." He looked at the girl in shock, nodded, and took the potion. After he drank it, Hermione took the empty bottle and stood next to Ron. "Now, can you please tell me what you remember first from tonight?"

With his eyes wide in transition, Malfoy told his tale,"I awoke to a man standing over me, hitting me with a cane. We was cursing at me and beating me. I was able to finally get away without much harm done to me, as you can see. I found a door thinking I need to get to a safe place where he would never think to find me. Then, I was here running at the open door to that guy, right there," he pointed to Harry. "He questioned why I was here, called me "Malfoy," and held a wand to my throat. It was, actually, very rude."

Hermione looked over at Harry who shrugged, again."Alright," she stared hard at Malfoy, "Now, I have one more question for you." He nodded. "Do you know what day and or year it is?"

The boy sat there for a moment, thinking. "I do believe it is a year and a half after Voldamort has been murdered. I read it in a news article, but I don't know when. As for the day, I have no idea." He looked over at the girl as she looked over at Harry and Ron.

"Well I am going to give Madam Pomfreya floo call," Hermione declared. "Ron, I want you to go ahead, get ready, and headed to work, please."

Ron looked at his girlfriend in shock. "Are you joking? Malfoy is sitting here, in our kitchen, with no memory, we have no idea what he is capable of doing, and you want me to go to work?"

"Yes," she answered sweetly. "I will be up in a moment to get dressed, myself." She kissed him on the cheek and walked to the living room. Ron, reluctantly, dragged his feet upstairs.

Harry took a chair opposite of Draco. "After all this time," he said thoughtfully, "I would have never thought I would run into you, again. Especially, like this."

Draco sat there twiddling his thumbs, a nervous look on his face, until he finally spoke up. "Why do you and your friends dislike me? Am I really that bad of a person to you all?"

Harry thought about the years of being in school with the man in front of him. He thought about the taunting and sneering he progressed. In their 6th year at Hogwarts, Draco had even become a Death Eater, however not fulfilling what he was asked to do; kill the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. Harry remembered that night as if it were yesterday. Dumbledore had stunned him while under his invisiblity cloak when Draco corned the old man, causing him to be disarmed of his wand by the blonde, himself. However, when it came down to it, Draco had lowered his wand. Albus was then killed by Severus Snape as an agreement between the two older men. Finally, Harry said, "You're not bad, no. A spoiled prat, sure, that doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut."

Draco looked at Harry, wide eyed, and turned to stare at the table in front of him. "I didn't realize that I was a bad person,"he mumbled sadly.

Harry got up and went to make himself another cup of tea to avoid the poor boy's face. "Would you care for some fresh hot tea?" he asked over his shoulder.

"If you have it to spare, yes please, that would be lovely."

Harry nodded and made Draco a cup, sat down, and read his newspaper as he waited for Madam Promfrey to come through the fire. He had heard Hermione go upstairs not to long ago, so the medi-witch would be on her way soon. At this very thought, she walked into the kitchen. "Madam Pomfrey," he greeted and hugged her. "It's good to see you."

"Well yes, Harry, it is wonderful to see you too. Now, Hermione told me of the emergency . . ." She trailed off to look over at Draco who was watching them as they talked. She looked nack at Harry, who nodded. The witch took an empty chair, put her bag down, and peered at the blonde man. "Now Mr. Malfoy, can you tell me how you were feeling when you woke up aside from the pain your attacker was inflicting?" she asked with a very serious look, "I need to know; it is very important."


Yeah so Draco has no memory and trust me i have ideas for this! if you are familure with my first story than you know i never disappoint :)