Disclaimer: I'm not Rowling, I'm just a fan borrowing her genius for creative purposes. So there.
-CHAPTER ONE-
"He's awake! He's awake!" Ron's shouts rang out as Harry stirred in his mildly comfortable infirmary bed. He groggily rubbed his eyes and tried to focus on the red headed boy hopping up and down in front of him.
"Oh Harry, we thought you were a goner this time!" Exclaimed Hermione.
"I hate to be rude, but who are you?" Asks Harry sleepily, staring at the disbelief on the faces of the two people standing in front of him.
'Why do they look so distressed?' Harry wondered. 'Am I supposed to know them? And where am I? What happened?'
"Alright, that's enough you two. Out with you. "Madam Pomfrey said as she shooed away Ron and Hermione, who had the most pitiful expressions on their faces.
"Alright Harry. You had quite a bump on the head there. As we suspected, you have Amnesia. How are you feeling?"
"Alright, I guess." Replied Harry. 'What is she talking about?' He thought to himself.
"Poor dear. Well you shouldn't have been out at that hour at that place." She snapped. "Let's have a look at you." She inspected the gash to his head, changed his bandages and noted that the swelling had gone significantly down. He almost looked normal again. Harry was not sure he knew what normal was.
"Alright dear. Now we'll do some tests to see what you remember. Some memory charms." And with that in came the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore who performed numerous tests on Harry.
"Well Harry", Dumberdore said with a pause, "Seems the only memories that you are lacking right now are of people, emotional ties. You seem to have retained a wealth of information from your studies, you just may have to work a bit harder for a while. We have restored all that we could. You now have your memory of the school back, and should be able to return to classes in a few days." Harry groaned at this thought. Dumbledore smiled.
"The only reason we have found that your other memories have not be so easy to retrieve is because there is some reason you are not supposed to have them back yet. There is something you are holding on to. We cannot restore these memories until you are ready for them to be restored. Do you understand, Harry?"
"I think so. But why wouldn't I want to remember my friends?" Harry asked.
"It's not a matter of want, it's a matter of the future. What needs to, what has to be done. What is supposed to happen, if you catch my drift. "He replied with a wink. Harry did not understand but nodded anyway.
Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table, loaded his plate with savory food and quietly began to eat. He was looking from face to face at the table trying desperately to remember these people, these friends. He knew he knew them now, but he could not feel for them what he must have felt at some point. The two teenagers from before, the red headed one they called Ron and the bushy haired girl they called Hermione sat down beside him.
"Remember us yet? Oh come on Harry, you know us! Your best friends!" Ron exclaimed, he appeared drained with the thought of Harry not remembering him.
'I guess we must be good friends, then' Harry thought to himself. "Sorry, not yet Ron. Soon... soon. Dumbledore says I need time. He says this is the way it has to be now. All that I cannot remember is emotional attachment, feelings towards people. It will all come back soon."
"Yes, Dumbledore has spoken with us." Hermione replied gently. "I'm sorry Harry. I wish there was something we could have done to stop this from happening."
"It's really ok. The weird thing is, I think this was supposed to happen." Harry said with a bit of understanding. Ron shrugged and Hermione smiled, trying to be comforting.
"Remember me Harry?" asked a Neville Longbottom, of course Harry didn't but before he could respond a beautiful blonde boy with shaggy hair and shining eyes entered and walked over to the Slytherin table. Draco Malfoy, he was told. Everyone seemed disgusted but Harry wanted to go talk to him. Immediately he wanted to befriend him. They had to have been friends before, how could Harry overlook such a creature in any state of mind?
Just then Malfoy looked up, felt Harry's lovestruck gaze on him. He blushed. This seemed odd to Harry for some reason. Draco shook it off and walked over to the Gryffindor table and looked Harry square in the eyes. "Lose something Potter?" He smirked. "Like maybe your memory?" All Harry could do was nod.
"Well I'll say that's a damn good thing if it'll keep you from hanging around gits like these." He made a gesture towards Ron and Hermione.
"We.. we know each other?" Harry finally managed to ask. "Friends?"
"Oh yeah, Potter. Great friends." Harry sensed a sarcasm in his voice that he didn't understand. But he could not resist that smirk. And suddenly he didn't feel like hanging around with Ron and Hermione. This boy seemed much more fit than those two.
Draco turned to the two large guys standing behind him, and nodded towards the Slytherin table. Harry found out these were his right hands, Crabbe and Goyle. "See ya Potter." Draco hissed.
"Yeah, see ya." Choked Harry. "Soon, I hope. I'll find a way to remember you, or make my new memories with you." He thought with a smile.
Next chapter; Harry seeks out Draco to learn the nature of their 'friendship'. The slash fun begins. The Gryffindors have a meeting to try and cure Harry of his memory-loss.
