A/N: This story is based off of the movie: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Though things will be switch and altered. This story has not be beta'd. I just started this tonight and I wanted to test the waters. See if anyone was interested, if I liked it, etc. Characters will be OOC.

Harry:

Its overcast on a Monday morning, when Harry wakes up. Without even opening his eyes, he feels like something is missing. As he stretches his arms to the right side of the bed, he wonders what is missing.

Nothing feels right, he realizes as he is sitting at his desk. The journal he started post war is missing quite a few sections are missing. 'What happened to those pages? Did I throw them away? Why would I do that?' When he moves to the kitchen for breakfast, he feels like there is a void in his heart. He stares at the chair across from his own. As if someone was meant to be sitting there. But that was absurd, Harry couldn't even remember the last time he had breakfast with someone else. He plants his hand on either side of his head and rubs his temples. The dull ache slowly fading away. 'What is going on?'

When he floos Hermione and Ron to see what happened last night, he can tell they are hiding something. The way they speak, it doesn't even feel like his old friends. But what could have happened in one night that would suddenly change everything between them? The only thing he can remember is Hermione smiling at him, with a hint of sadness in her eyes. 'Am I losing my mind?'

He ends the conversation partly because he knows they are lying but, also because he sees it hurts them to lie to him. But he doesn't have time to figure out why. Suddenly, he notices the clock and if he doesn't leave now he will be late. Right as he is about to apparate, he notices a small dragon on the side table. Its silver eyes are feel vaguely familiar. It makes him smile.

The Ministry is as hectic as usual. But this isn't want stops Harry in his tracks. Its a person walking by with blonde hair that suddenly has him leaning up against a wall holding his head. Suddenly this urge to go to Hogwarts washes over him. He hasn't been in months, but now the urge to go is so strong before he realizes he is apparating there. But its not just the castle he wants to see, its the lake.

There is a voice in the back of his head.

'Meet me at Black Lake'

Running towards the lake, he feels like this is right.

Draco:

The manor hadn't felt like home in a long time, even more so at this moment. These were his things, but they meant nothing. They made him feel nothing. Even a photo of him and his friends brought nothing out him. Maybe it was the headache he was currently experiencing. He could barely remember last night. He recalled him friends, but only in passing. They looked guilty. But what could they have done?

The chiming of a clock pulled him out of his thoughts. 'Work time, oh joy' he thought with a scowl on his face. Post-war he was able to get a job at the Ministry but he knew people were still weary of him. 'Once a deatheather, always a deatheater' He pulled his sleeve up a bit to look at the remnants of his choices before he ran through the floo.

He walked quickly through the crowds trying to get to his office as quickly as he good. He thought it best to avoid the looks. But when he saw a mess of brown hair he couldn't help but gasp. He had to rush to a wall to prevent himself from falling. Images bombarded him in his head so quickly, he can feel it throbbing. The only thing he recognizes are flashes of himself running on the edge of Black Lake at Hogwarts. 'I look happy'.

With a slight smile and a faint pop, he set off to Hogwarts.