Harry sat in a corner of the garden sobbing. He didn't know what to do anymore. His feelings were so mixed up that he hadn't been able to keep his mind on his studies. He had rationalized his feelings toward Draco at first, but after talking with Mrs. Weasley he knew that wouldn't work anymore. He loved Draco Malfoy. Acknowledging his feelings for the other boy hadn't made the problem any easier though. Rather the reverse. Draco wasn't himself at present, but sooner or later he would recover his memory and then the quiet, peaceful times they had shared of late would come to an end, because Malfoy hated him.

"Harry, are you o.k.?"

He turned toward the voice. "Ron! When? How?"

"We got a short spring break and I thought I'd spend it with my best friend. Harry have you been crying? What's wrong?"

He couldn't tell Ron the truth. "It's nothing Ron, really I'm fine."

"Are you sure? Sometimes it helps...."

"I said I'm fine Ron, now please just drop it."

"Harry!"

"Sorry Ron I just don't want to talk about it o.k.?

Draco felt like his whole insides were breaking into tiny pieces. He'd gone looking for Harry and found him hugging that Ron character. Quietly, so as not to be seen he'd snuck back here to their room and begun to cry his heart out.

"Draco, Draco love what's wrong?"

He just continued crying while Mrs. Weasley gently gathered him into her arms and gently began to rock him.

Molly Weasley was at a loss. It had taken several hours but in the end she'd been able to piece things together. Harry loved Draco and Draco loved Harry, but neither of them had as yet mustered the courage to tell the other how they felt. She couldn't see a way out of this problem, but maybe someone else could. Going to her writing desk she composed a short note and tied it to Errol's leg, all the while saying a prayer that he wouldn't get lost along the way. Now all she could do was wait, and hope.