Revised Version of Chapter 4!

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Warnings:

Books 1-4

Slash HP/DM, some harsh language, probably violence, great character changes,

character's death

This fic will be rated R, although not all the chapters will require this rating. If the story decides to move on in a different direction (I know that I don't have a saying in this.) I will change this warning so keep checking it.

Summary:

The last battle has been fought. Harry survived, but he is not the person he used to be. He forgot everything about his past. The sad things as well as the good things. He has to learn everything again. Almost like a child. But the keyword is ALMOST. The only person he trusts is Draco Malfoy. For Draco it's a difficult time, he has to adjust to a completely different situation. Now he has to care for somebody else. And what happens, when he starts to have certain feelings towards a certain boy? Strange things happen at Hogwarts, will our heroes manage to survive once again and live in peace?

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Chapter 5: Alone

‚That's it – the whole world is going crazy. I am sitting on a couch with Harry in our rooms. I share a room with Harry. And when did he become Harry?'

Draco couldn't really blame himself for not being able to stay calm and collected. After all, it wasn't every day that he had to look after someone who he had hated so much until a few days ago. It was no wonder that he became nervous, especially when they had to be alone for quite sometime.

'What shall I do? I don't know. What would I want if I was in Harry's situation?'

Draco realised that he would like to know more about his past and what had happened to him. It must be enormously confusing for Harry not being able to remember his life until now. He couldn't even start to think how awful he must feel.

And still Harry seemed to be content with his life as it was know. He seemed to be enjoying being with him.

Draco snorted when he thought about the irony of his life.

Harry looked up when he heard the quiet sound from Draco. He had been busy toying with some playing cards, but now he looked expectantly at Draco.

Draco felt more and more uncomfortable and started to panic. He jumped up from the couch.

"O.k., we can't sit around all day, do we? Let's find something to do. You have to learn something about your past."

He went over to Harry's side of the room and opened his trunk that was located at the end of his bed and started searching it. Harry remained seated on the couch and looked mildly interested in what Draco was doing. While he continued to search through the mess that called itself a trunk, Draco started to murmur.

"I hope it doesn't bother you that I am looking in your trunk for something that might help you. Please, don't mind me saying this, but this looks more like the inside of thrash can than of a trunk. What are you doing with all those awful single socks?"

"Dobby."

Draco continued his search when it finally struck him, what had happened. He jumped up from his kneeling position on the ground and run over to Harry.

"You spoke! By Merlin, you said something. What were you saying, .. Dobby? That sounds somehow familiar, but where… Oh, do you mean our old house-elf? Is it possible that he gave you those socks?"

He stared expectantly at Harry and waited for him that he would start to speak once more. But nothing happened. Harry was focused again on the playing cards, as if nothing had occurred. Draco was so content that he would need only a little push in order to speak again. Therefore he gripped Harry's arms tightly and started to shake him.

"Please speak again, please! Help me a little. This is so difficult. You could at least try. I know that you can."

Harry flinched away from him and seemed really afraid. He even jumped up from the couch and huddled securely in the corner next to the fireplace. Draco looked at him and could see the fear in his eyes. His face seemed to be consisting of nothing then large, terrified eyes that looked at him.

Immediately he got up himself and started once again to try to calm his new roommate. The young Malfoy was extremely frustrated, if Harry was speaking again, everything would be a lot easier. But it took him almost half an hour of excusing and explaining until Harry willingly sat again on the sofa next to him. He couldn't get another word out of him.

After Draco had been searching Harry's trunk a little bit longer, he had found something that seemed promising. Carefully the young man opened the photo album.

"So Harry, it's time for you to face your past. Let's see, if you remember something. See, that must be your parents. You really look like your father. I wonder, if he was as annoying as you, when he was young. That must be your mum. She looks really nice. Not as cold as my mother."

Draco stopped and thought about what he had said. Was he revealing too much to Harry?

'Not that he can tell anybody. '

Still he felt silly sitting here with Harry and speaking about people that he didn't know. Instead he could be talking to a wall, it would have the same effect. But it might help Harry and if Harry was o.k., then he wouldn't have the responsibility for him any longer. And that sounded very nice. Therefore he continued his soliloquy by looking at the next moving photograph.

"Look, that's you as a baby. What are you doing there? Oh, I see, you are munching a cookie. That's kind of sweet. Eew, now you spit it all over yourself. You know what Harry? That's quite disgusting, I knew all along that you didn't have manners at all."

Harry chuckled, but more about Draco's funny facial expressions than about the picture.

Draco was in high spirits when he saw that Harry grabbed the album and turned it to the page before.

He was looking at the picture of himself as a baby in the arms of his happy parents. He lightly touched the picture where the smiling face of his mother could be seen. But the dark haired youth's expression had changed to one that didn't look happy at all. He had a sad and stressed look on his face, as he tried to remember his past.

Suddenly the moment was gone and Harry slammed the book shut. Then he turned his attention back to the cards with which he had been playing before.

"Harry, please don't be sad. It's normal that you can't remember your parents. They died a long time ago. I am really sorry about that. But you can't possibly remember them, but there are other things that you will remember in the future.

You will have many happy memories that you can think of, when you are old."

Draco wasn't sure if Harry had heard him, but it seemed that Harry was staring at the items in his hands rather than playing with them.

Draco couldn't possibly think of something else he could say to comfort his newly found friend. Just in this instance the evening meal appeared in front of them on the small table and provided a welcome diversion.

When they had finished the delicious dinner, they felt content and satisfied. But the strain of the last days took a toll of them and soon they were both yawning quite a lot.

Draco decided that it would be good for Harry to take a long, relaxing and cleansing shower before they went to bed. He was really starting to smell.

When he told Harry that he should go on and take a shower he was surprised to see the confused look on his face.

"Harry, do you know how to shower?"

He didn't say anything, when Harry shook his head. But this memory loss thing became more and more confusing.

Harry knew some things as how to use fork and knife properly or that pictures could move in the wizarding world, but he didn't know how to use a shower. There didn't seem to be a pattern in it.

"O.k., come on in the bathroom. I will show you. It's really easy."

As soon they were standing in front of the huge shower in the marbled room, he started to explain, although he felt somewhat irritated by the fact that the other youth was holding his hand.

"If you turn the knob to the right the water will be really cold, if you turn it to the left it will be really hot. And in the middle it's kind of nice. Always depends on what you want. The water comes from the showerhead above you."

There was one more thing that he might need to explain, but he felt really uncomfortable talking about such intimate things. But he guessed that in this case it had to be done.

"Em, you have to undress before you turn on the water, don't forget that. And then you can use the soap to wash yourself everywhere. That's all."

He added rather embarrassed.

Before he could leave, Harry had taken off all his robes and walked under the shower while resuming his usually humming.

Draco was stunned and instantly turned beet red. Now, he didn't expect to see… No, not at all. But he, kind of looked really nice. And he only saw him from behind….

Draco smacked himself on the head and forced himself to go in the other room. There he sat down on his bed.

'Merlin, what happened? Where did all those thoughts come from? Was it possible that he might like Harry that way?

But how could he think something like that of a person that he loathed until a few days ago? But, let's get this right - you don't have to like a person to think that he has a very nice behind.

However it wasn't appropriate at all to think something like this of a person that stayed in his care. Especially, if this person was as innocent as Harry was.'

He had to stop having any thoughts in this direction. As soon as he heard Harry getting out of the shower, he waited anxiously for him to return. He crammed every thought that he judged as being inappropriate in the farthest corner of his mind.

Only the hope remained that Harry would dress in the pyjama that he had given him. He had enough stress for one day. But his fear was unfounded. Harry returned clad in the pyjama, with wet, tousled hair and smelling of soap and toothpaste.

Nothing to worry about, nothing that could lead him down the wrong track.

After he tucked Harry in for the night, he went to the bathroom himself. He didn't know what to think about his life and his emotions anymore. Everything was changing. One second he was thinking about Potter naked in front of him and the next second he was tucking him in, as a good mother would do. He felt like he was going mad, but HE wasn't the crazy person in the room.

He truly didn't like this new development in his life. He was a Malfoy! Malfoy's didn't play the nanny for some crazy git. Especially, if this person was your enemy for almost six years and is as old as you are and quite good-looking.

Draco pounded his fist in the wall and cried out in agony. He wasn't used to have no control over his life. He always had control, and if he lost it, he did everything to gain it back. As he had done, when his father had presented him his plans for his life. But now Draco really didn't see any chance to get back in charge of his life.

The young blonde turned the handle of the shower towards the far right, and stood in the freezing cold water streaming down on him. When his temper had cooled down and he was able to think more or less properly, he exited the shower. Shivering he wrapped himself in a warm, fluffy towel.

After pretending half an hour that this was the ideal time to try out some different hairstyles, he changed in his pyjama and went into the other room. As soon as he had checked that his roommate was peacefully sleeping, he finally crawled in his own comfortable bed.

But he didn't find any sleep. It seemed impossible to relax, not with Potter in the room and surely not with a crazy Potter in the room. And it was certainly unworkable to fall asleep with sexy Potter in the room.

Draco sighed. He really had to stop this nonsense, or he would never sleep again in his whole life. He even started to count little garden gnomes jumping around in a yard, when he suddenly felt alerted.

He thought that he had heard something. And then he heard it again. It was a soft sob from the other side of the room.

'Harry. A nightmare. What shall I do? I can't just go to him and wake him, can I?'

He felt helpless and at loss what to do, but the sobs became louder and Harry started trashing around. It seemed to be a really bad nightmare. The young Malfoy couldn't take it any longer, especially if he wanted to fall asleep himself. He jumped up, from the bed and went over to his new companion.

In the soft light, coming from a candle floating in the middle of the room, he could see the desperate look on Harry's face, although he was still sleeping.

"Help…mum.. NO!…green light.!"

Harry had started to mumble, but Draco couldn't make out any other words. The few that he had heard didn't make sense to him, but they might for Harry.

The blonde cursed, he had to do something. As hard as it was to admit for a Malfoy, he actually didn't like to see anybody suffering.

Gently he sat down on the bed next to Harry and embraced him lightly. Immediately Harry became calmer and seemed to slip into a deep slumber, where no nightmare would reach him.

Once again, Draco was left alone with his thoughts. Finally comfortable, it wasn't long before he fell asleep next to Harry.

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