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A/N: I'm a little upset at the few reviews I've received. This is quite a good story. Anyway more story for the rest of us!
Chapter 5: Remus' Conclusion (In which Draco is analyzed and the wizarding world meets technology...)
"How could you go out with Ginny Weasley and not tell me!?" shouted Harry. "I thought you hated the Weasley's! Granted, you've lost your memory but shouldn't some kind of subconscious thing kick in?"
"First and foremost, stop shouting. Anger does not suit you. Second, I didn't know you fancied her when I asked her out. And third, she is no one's property so she doesn't belong to you; therefore, even if I knew you liked her I could ask her out anyway because I like her as well. Besides, my subconscious does have its say about her every time I go to sleep...which I would like to do now if you excuse me."
"Stop seeing her." Harry said.
"No." Draco replied simply. He went to his room, quietly shut the door, and climbed into bed. Sleep soon overcame him...
"Draco, retrieve my cane. Draco? Draco!" Draco was standing frozen in the corner watching his father in shock and fear.
"Father I-I-I won't." Draco said quietly.
"What do you mean you 'won't'." Lucius sneered, "Walk to the table and give me my cane this instant!"
"Why are you going to kill her?! What has she done to you?" Draco yelled.
"Do not grow a conscious on me boy. You are my son, but I will not hesitate to put you in your place. Now for the last time, hand me my cane!"
"No." said Draco sternly.
"That's it." Lucius sighed angrily.
"That's it! I want you out of my house now!" Harry yelled. Draco sat up panting and clutching his sheets. He was sweating buckets Harry noticed this and looked at Draco. "Is something the matter?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, yeah there is." Draco answered breathlessly.
"So you've had two dreams where you've seen your father?" Remus asked.
"Yes,"Draco answered.
"What was he doing in your dreams?"
"He was about to hurt someone. I was trying to stop him, and that's where the dream ended."
"Hmm..." Remus said to himself. He stood from his desk and walked around it to the other side where Draco was seated. "Do you remember anything about your father Draco?"
"No, not much. I've heard he was an enormous git though." Draco saw a hint of laughter in Remus' eyes.
"I see." Remus pulled out his wand and said, "communim Harry Potter!" The wand made a low pitch static sound, then someone said: "Hello?"
"Hello Harry? It's Remus. Can you come to my office please."
"Um, sure I think so. What's the matter?"
"I'll explain when you get here."
They waited in silence. Draco kept eyeing Remus who looked as if pacing was the most complicated sport in the world.
"Okay." Harry said as he popped in. "What is it?"
"I think I know why Draco is having these dreams. I'm no psychohealer, but..." he paced some more and Draco became irritable.
"Well don't keep us waiting!"
Remus stopped and glared at Draco for interrupting his train of thought. He walked behind his desk again and sat down. "Draco, you told me your second dream in succession with the first. Both dreams were sequenced."
"I realize that, but how is that different from any other dreams?" Draco asked.
"You didn't know what your father looked like before your dream. And you told me how realistic they were. My theory is that these are your memories. The ones of the day you were attacked."