Neera Morgan meets Harry Potter


To avoid falling back to his old patterns, Devon decided to take a step back from his regular dating habits with Harry. The old Devon (and perhaps the old Draco) would usually go out for a few drinks with a bloke and go back to his flat to shag. Along with finding an excuse to leave the bloke's flat either in the middle of the night or early morning the next day. He decided to leave his old ways behind and court Harry like a gentleman.

He would plan elaborate dinner dates and long walks. He'd go on small adventure trips around the city with Harry, showing him around town and discovering Harry's interests as they both uncovered them together. They'd find similarities and differences between their pursuits in music, television and books. Harry genuinely appreciated Devon's efforts in getting to know him, what he appreciated more were the glances he would steal when Devon wasn't looking, the subtle ways he'd find an excuse to hold Devon's hand and the times they'd be sitting in a park alone and snog. Harry was becoming quite smitten with Devon beyond the physical desire and Devon felt the same way about Harry. After nine straight days of courting and sleeping in the other's flat practically every night, Devon finally found the courage to ask Harry a question.

"Do you mind meeting my mum for dinner sometime?"

"Sometime…soon?" Harry asked with eyes wide open and a look of apprehension and shock.

"Well, yeah, maybe in a few days?" Devon responded.

"Alright sure." Harry said.

"Really?"

"Yes, Really." Harry agreed but he still had a look of uneasiness in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" Devon asked.

"I haven't exactly told my friends about you. I mean the people at work know, because you're there, every day and they love you of course, but I haven't told my school friends, my pre-amnesia friends. I just feel guilty because you've talked about me to the people that matter to you and I haven't." Harry answered with a bit of anxiety, unsure of how Devon might react.

"From what you've told me about them, except for your ex-girlfriend, your friends aren't exactly happy with you unless you do every single thing they say exactly the way they say it, I am not surprised by this fact. It's really okay Harry, one step at a time. We can start with a small dinner at my mum's house and then we can move on to meeting your friends a bit after that." Devon responded with a warm smile and squeezed Harry's hand.

"Why are you so understanding?" Harry asked.

"Well, since you are such a 'goody two shoes' I just imagine what you would say in a difficult situation and I do just that." Devon joked.

"I bet I wasn't such a 'goody two shoes' before my amnesia."

"I bet you were."

Harry laughed and spoke again "There's something else. My friends told me that I was dating someone for a year before my accident and they never met him because I suppose I was afraid of their reaction…"

"Yeah…" Devon responded a bit nervously. This is the first Harry's ever discussed of a past lover, he didn't like it.

"Well, I don't want to do the same thing. I don't want to hide you because I am afraid of them again. I won't." Harry said resolutely.

"Okay, that's fine with me. I don't want to be hidden." Devon responded with the same resolve as Harry slightly mocking him.

"You're doing it again." Harry said.

"I know, I am sorry, I won't mock you…for the rest of the day." Devon winked and kissed Harry's cheek.

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Two nights later, Harry found himself outside the door of Neera Morgan's house.

Neera opened the door before Harry had the opportunity to knock. She saw someone quite familiar standing in front of her. She knew this; she was expecting this, but seeing Harry Potter after not having seen him for over a year was still a shock to her. Her heart melted and all she wanted was to hug him and tell him she missed him as a mother would miss her own son but stayed composed.

"Harry Potter I assume?" She spoke in a calm and collected manner without a flinch of emotion. It reminded her of herself as Narcissa the first time she saw Harry after Draco had announced that they were an item.

Harry nodded nervously.

"Well come in then." Neera smiled at Harry and Harry was more at ease. The boy is exactly the same she thought.

Devon was already waiting in Neera's house. Harry was glad that he had instructed him to dress up for the dinner as both Devon and Neera were dressed quite formally.

The dinner went quite smoothly, Harry complimented Neera on her cooking skills and remarked that 'it tasted like magic' unaware of the irony in his sentence. Neera hadn't forgotten how to use a wand; she barely did any Muggle cooking.

"Are you close with your school friends Harry?" Neera asked.

"Somewhat, we meet two or three times a month to catch up. They tend to write more than visit or call on the telephone." Harry responded.

"Have you told them about D?" She asked, knowing that he hadn't.

Devon couldn't understand what she was trying to do; he just looked at his mother confused.

"No, not yet. I am not sure how they'd react. I think Hermione, my friend; she would probably think it's unhealthy. I am not sure maybe they'll be happy. I am too anxious to find out at the moment. It's all very sort of new, you know?" Harry found it quite easy to talk to Neera as if they shared a silent bond. He admitted to himself that he was jealous of Devon in that sense, to have a mother look out for you as much as Neera does for Devon. Molly, Mrs. Weasley he thought tried to do that too but I guess it didn't help that I had broken her daughter's heart. Even though she says she's forgiven me.

"I think I should invite them for dinner, at my house." Neera stated.

"What?" Devon practically screamed.

"Hush." She turned to Devon and spoke; she then returned her gaze to Harry. "Well if you're having a tough time, it might be easier to ease them into the whole idea. I am certain that once they come here and meet us together, they'll be less hesitant. I am certain of it."

The truth was that Narcissa had figured out that the only other person who would have both Harry and Draco's interests in mind would be Hermione. She was a powerful witch and with their powers combined, she would be able to solve the memory loss issue. She just needed her calm while she explained everything to her.

"Do you really think that's a good idea? Perhaps I should tell them about Devon first and then wait for them to mull it over for some time before the meeting." Harry responded.

"Yes of course, there's not rush. However, I would like for the meeting to take place here in my home. I would like to truly insist on that if you don't mind?" Neera spoke firmly.

"Alright, it sounds good." Harry smiled and looked at Devon who still looked quite confused by the entire exchange. "I will tell them and we shall see what they say."

Harry and Devon picked up the dishes from the dining table and headed to the kitchen. Harry had insisted upon washing the dishes. Devon decided to help. On their way back and forth in between the kitchen and the dining area, Harry noticed an orb on a mantel and asked Devon what it was. He seemed quite interested in it, Neera noticed Harry's interest.

"Does it look familiar to you?" Neera asked curiously.

"Maybe," Harry responded. "I feel like I have seen an orb like this before except the light wasn't white, it was more yellow. Do you mind if I hold it?" Harry asked Neera.

"Yes you can hold it, but please be very careful." Neera said. She picked up the orb and handed it to Harry. Devon was stunned by his mother's reaction because she would never let anyone touch it, ever. She saw Devon's expression and spoke "I trust Harry."


Harry held on to the orb, the white light started to swirl around. Nothing else magical happened but Harry was still convinced he had seen something like this before. His hands started to shake and he handed the orb back to Neera before he thought he might drop it. Narcissa wanted to see the reactions of the magical elements in the orb when they're held by someone who is part of those memories. The orb recognized Harry and thus reacted the way it did. She also wondered about what a yellow light indicates as opposed to a white light. She was sure that if Harry's memories were in fact stolen, they would be in an orb somewhere. The light would be yellow because the memories would have been taken forcefully. Harry's energy was stolen, his memories were stolen. She was now sure of it, and she needed Hermione's help!


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