Before you read this chapter, could you please make sure that you reread the last chapter. I made a couple of small but I believe significant changes to the story. If you don't reread it, you may come across a couple of "plotholes".

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Mere moments after he sent her the alert, Hermione burst through Snape's door.

"What is it?" she panted.

"I know what Miss Weasley did," Snape sneered. "She's as bad as her brother."

Can we start again,
To when we first met,
When our eyes set at each other's gaze,
And our hearts went ablaze?

Harry had climbed on to his bed, but he couldn't sleep. He hadn't slept for a week. He hadn't been to lessons in a week. Even now, he should be in Charms, but he couldn't bring himself to leave the room. He missed the firm body that moulded so well with his. He missed the strong arms that wrapped around him. He missed the tickle of the warm breathe on the back of his head. He missed the gentle kisses that woke him from his sleep.

It already felt like a lifetime since Blaise lost his memory, and Harry had been broken.

He looked over at Blaise's bed, which lay empty – Blaise still hadn't returned from the Hospital Wing yet. Harry hadn't been to visit Blaise either. Even though he missed him so much, it wasn't his Blaise, and it hurt Harry to know climbed out of his bed, and shivered slightly as the cold air stung his bare skin. He buried himself in Blaise's duvet, and could almost feel Blaise lying with him, comforting him and telling him everything would be okay. Harry tucked his legs up and wrapped his arms around them, and lay perfectly still, smelling every last bit of Blaise that remained.

Wasn't it painful?
Painfully beautiful.
Now there's no beauty.
No you - there's just me.
Now it's just painful... painful.
Now it's just painful... painful.

"Miss Weasley, could you stay for a few minutes please?"

Ginny turned to the Potions Master as she packed her books away. "But sir, I'll be late for Transfiguration."

"I've already alerted Professor McGonagall that you will be late." Snape sat down on his desk. "It's regarding Mr Zabini."

"I've already told Professor Dumbledore and Madam Pompfrey what happened!" she answered angrily.

"But I want to know. Mr Zabini is in my House, and I don't know the full story." Snape paused. "Actually, only you know the full story, Miss Weasley, because you lied to everyone. For example," he pulled out a bottle from his robes. Ginny blushed. "Why was there a potion found in Blaise's system? You see, I've analysed this, Miss Weasley, and if this wasn't so serious, I'd congratulate you on a very well made potion. You drugged Mr Zabini. You knew house-elves would never disobey orders, so you asked one to put a Choking Solution in his pumpkin juice. Then you forced him to swallow a very powerful Aphromente Poison. Care to enlighten me as to what that is?" Ginny didn't answer; she stared at her feet. "Well, how about we ask someone who can? Miss Granger?" Hermione walked out of Snape's office and glared at Ginny.

"An Aphromente Poison is a mix of a love potion and a memory loss potion. It is tailored to react to only one person; the person who makes it."

"Thank you, Miss Granger. Now, we've spoken to the house elves. One of them said that you visited them with something. And you threatened it with clothes if it didn't put the potion into Blaise's drink. We know you did this. There's no denying it."

Ginny said nothing.

"And then," Hermione continued. "Under the pretence of reviving Blaise, which could have easily been done with a spell, you forced him to ingest the Aphromente." Still Ginny said nothing.

"And not once," Snape said slowly, "did you think about Harry and his baby, and how much this would ruin his life. You know how much Harry depends on Blaise."

Ginny flicked her head up. Her face was as red as her hair. "I love Blaise too!" She shouted. "I don't give a flying fuck about Harry right now!"

Before Snape could stop her, Hermione swung her arm and slapped Ginny hard around the face. Before she could do it again, Snape grabbed her wrist.

"You love Blaise?" Hermione screamed back at the girl. "You don't love Blaise! Have you noticed how little Blaise has spoken about you? His love for Harry is too strong! And he'd never love you! He's in love with Harry, and you fucked that up for them, you filthy little tramp!"

It was Ginny's turn to hit Hermione. Hermione rubbed her cheek where a small red mark formed. She snarled at Ginny and pointed her wand. "Iperalgesa!" Hermione slapped Ginny again. Ginny screamed in agony as her face burned. "Mias Biad!" A large red handprint was emblazoned on Ginny's cheek. "That's a reminder of what you've done. It's only been a week since Blaise fell out of love with Harry, and it's destroyed Harry." Hermione turned to Snape. "Can you prepare an antidote?"

"I've already done it. I'll take it to the Hospital Wing as soon as this debacle has been resolved. Do you have anything to say for yourself, Miss Weasley?" Ginny shook her head, looking at the floor again. "I thought as much. I will be writing to your parents about this. Now get out of my sight." Ginny didn't need telling twice, and ran from the room, slamming the door behind her.

"Will you go to the Slytherin dorm and get Harry please, Miss Granger? And take him to the Hospital Wing. I'm sure he'd like to be there when we restore Blaise's memories."

Can we start again,
To when we first met,
When our eyes set at each other's gaze,
And our hearts went ablaze?

Harry couldn't stay in Blaise's bed for long. Instead, he went to the bathroom and climbed into the shower. He leant against the tiles as the water got hotter and hotter. Tears streamed down his face. He wanted it to burn. But this wasn't enough. It didn't hurt enough. Harry cast a quick spell that Madam Pompfrey taught him to check whether the bubble of magic was still protecting his baby. A green light confirmed that it was. Harry picked up the bar of soap and Transfigured it wordlessly. He dragged it across his arm, and watched as the blood oozed out of the wound and off the knife, and mingled with the water in a pink cyclone before swirling down the plughole. Harry grimaced slightly at the pain, but drew the blade across his arm again. And again. And again. Soon his arm was covered in deep cuts from shoulder to wrist. But he still wasn't satisfied. He raised the knife to his face and pressed it into his cheek. He was about to pull it down when he heard faint footsteps. He quickly Transfigured the knife back into the soap and threw it on the floor.

"Harry?" he heard Hermione say loudly. "Are you in here?"

"Shit," he hissed. He quickly cast a Glamour Charm on the cuts. They disappeared instantly. "Yeah," he shouted back at Hermione. "I'm just having a shower. What is it?"

Hermione chose her words carefully. "Snape's got a potion that might restore Blaise's memory. He asked me to get you. We thought you'd like to be there with him."

"Really?" Harry was overjoyed. In that moment, Harry had forgotten his pain and his life seemed worth living again. "I'll be right out!"

Wasn't it painful?
Painfully beautiful.
Now there's no beauty.
No you - just me.
Now it's just painful... painful.
Now it's just painful... painful.

Harry and Hermione ran hand in hand to the Hospital Wing. As they burst through the door, they were glared at by the matron, who had been talking to Snape in the corner. Harry sat at Blaise's side and kissed him on the forehead, before leaning on his shoulder.

"I've missed you, the real you, so much. I can't wait for you to be back to normal."
"Unfortunately Harry," Snape said. "It won't be an instantaneous reaction to the potion. Apart from instincts like talking and eating, Blaise completely lost his memory. He has lost almost 16 years worth of memories. If I have made the antidote properly, it should take 16 days for Blaise's memory to be completely restored. Luckily," he added when he saw the look on Harry's face. "They won't come back in order from when he was born to the present day." Harry looked confused. "For example," Snape explained. "Tomorrow, Blaise may remember his first spell, or when he got his wand, or your first kiss. Basically, tomorrow Blaise will gain a selection of random memories, and the next day some more, and so on until on the 16th day when he will have all his memories back."

"I will give you the potion now," Madam Pompfrey said. "And you must stay here tonight. But tomorrow, you'll be able to leave." With that, she handed the potion to Blaise, who drank it in one gulp.

"Can I stay with him?" Harry asked.

Before Madam Pompfrey could answer, Snape said "Of course you can, Harry. Blaise might need you in the morning. Which reminds me. Blaise, when you regain all your memories, you may feel a sense of loss or sadness for the week that has passed." Blaise nodded his understanding. "You should get some rest, both of you." Snape left with Madam Pompfrey, leaving the boys in silence.

"Why didn't you come visit me?" Blaise asked.

"I couldn't. I wanted to, but I couldn't. You're not my Blaise. It hurt too much. I missed you."

"I missed you too. I don't understand it, because I don't know you yet. But I've really missed you. And I'm glad you're here with me. I'm happy that I'm getting my memory back, because I can relive everything we've been through."

Harry started to speak but let out a huge yawn. Blaise smiled.

"Come on, go to bed. You need more sleep than me, I bet." Blaise wasn't surprised when Harry climbed into the bed with him.

"Hold me," Harry whispered, burying his face into Blaise's chest. Blaise wrapped his arms tightly around Harry. "I love you," the younger boy murmured, before falling asleep.

"I love you too," Blaise said, one solitary tear falling down his face.

Can we start again?
Can we start again?

This is a bit different to my usual chapters, but the end makes me happy. The song used is called "Can We" by Jennifer Chung. If you search it on a popular video streaming website, you should listen to it, because it's beautiful. I heard it just before I started to write this and it inspired me a bit for it. Hope you like this chapter, and the next one will be written soon.