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Who is that man? Who is that man who seems to pop up everywhere? At the gym, in the coffee shop, at the hospital where I work, and even in my dreams. He seems very familiar, like I knew him at one point, and we had a strong sort of relationship. Whether that relationship was romantic or simply platonic, I will never know. Of course, there is no way that I once knew this man for I never forget. And for me to forget a man or any person for that matter seems impossible. Therefore I never knew that man.
Hello, my name is Harry Potter, and I am 26 years old. My past is something that I wish to forget so that I can move on, but as I said, I never forget. I remember the long torturous weeks of being locked in a cupboard under the stairs with minimal food. I remember finally feeling free as I was told that I was a wizard and that I was to start school at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I remember meeting my two best friends whom both died for me close to 9 years ago. The entire story behind that is the main cause for my depression and why I live amongst muggles instead of the wizards and witches I fought for. The war against Voldemort, the monster who killed innocent muggles, wizards, and witches, my parents, and my best friends, was the turning point in my life. Of course, a few years before that I started to change. I started to realize that I couldn't lose. I couldn't be the cause for millions of innocent deaths. So I trained. I trained hard for a war that in all technicality I should have lost. Anyway, enough of my moping. I won, didn't I? The war, yes, but what about the lives I lost to obtain the victory? What about the extraordinary lives of Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger? Both had so much more to give to the world than I. I should have died in their place. I guess that's just it… I should have died. But I didn't.
I work at a hospital just a couple of blocks from my flat. After the war, I was accepted into medical school. I never even remember applying for the school; I had also never gone to normal college. I assume it was Dumbledore, who in his last minutes must have pulled all of the strings together. And now here I am, an ER doctor. As crazy as it sounds, I'm only a part-time doctor. Apparently there are quite a few doctors in this area so they spilt up the hours and we all work part-time. This suits me just fine. I dread going to work everyday. Working in the ER reminds me of the horrifying things I witnessed during the war. All the pain, blood, and bodies. After my shift at the hospital, I usually walk back to my flat and do nothing. Literally. I just sit until it's time to go to sleep, and once I wake up I go through the same schedule. Maybe once a month, I'll go out with a few buddies of mine and party myself into a stupor. I should be scared every time I wake up after a night of partying and don't feel a thing. There is no hang over, no memory, and no evidence of my actions of the previous night.
Most would tell me that I need to get help. But I don't need it. My depression and way I go about life don't disrupt my job or my dealings with patients; therefore I am not in need of help. I should be able to live my life the way I want to. I've been living it this way for 4 or 5 years now. If I get to the point where I do need help, I'll get it.
Lately, I've seen this man hanging around the places I'm at. He has silver-blonde hair, pale gray eyes, slight build, and appears to be very toned—he's extremely handsome if I do say so myself. Oh, that's another thing, I realized in my 6th year at Hogwarts that I was gay. Almost the entire wizarding world hates gay men and women, which is another reason I'm happy to be living amongst muggles where they've at least started to accept gays. Anyway, this man, he seems familiar to me. Like someone from my past that I ran from. But I remember, and for the most part still talk to once a year, my friends that survived. There aren't many but there are a few, and this man is not one of them. I've tried to think back to other blonde haired males from Hogwarts who would be here, and what seems like stalking me. I look back into my old annuals and the only person who fits the profile's picture glares up at me. I don't remember this boy. Malfoy, Draco. Could this be my mysterious stalker? If he is, why is his picture looking at me with hate and disgust when the real person has been following me around, seemingly interested in what I'm doing.
I now sit on my couch. I had stopped by Carlos' Coffee Shoppe before I came home (Carlos happens to be one of my gay buddies and he gives me free coffee). As always "Draco" was there. I've taken to calling him Draco as he does fit the profile of my old classmate perfectly. Although… I wonder why I don't remember Draco. If my stalker really is this boy from my past, which means that he survived the war, and that means that I should remember him. But I don't.
The next thing I knew I heard a knock on my door. You're probably thinking that that's normal, but I never get visitors. Not even my super attendant dares knock on my doorhe always calls first. Whenever my friends come over, they stay in their car outside and call my house from their cell phones. I mosey my way over to my door and look through the peephole. Standing on the other side of my door, was none other than the man who decided to implant himself in my daily routine. I open the door with caution, as I have absolutely no idea who this man is.
"Hello, who are you?" I say.
"Don't you remember me Potter?" The man snarls, just like the picture of the boy did in my annual. It must be him – Draco Malfoy.
"Erm… no." It's not really lying if I'm not sure thatit is Mr. Malfoy.
"It's Draco. Draco Malfoy." I'm still not sure what to think. How could I just simply forget this beastly specimen of a man? Sure I cut myself off from the world and everyone around me, but I still check out guys and try to take a stab at getting to know them.
"…"
"Oh Harry… come on…"
"I don't remember you. I've seen you following me around and you seem familiar but I don't remember you. I looked through my old annuals and I did find you, but I don't have any memories of you." After I was finished, Draco looked as though he was heart broken.
"What are you talking about? How could you NOT remember? How could you simply… forget?"
"I don't know… I'm sorry… will you please leave now?" I felt bad about hurting this man, which I was clearly doing as evident on his face. But I couldn't let him disrupt my sad excuse of a life because it works for me.
The man choked on his words. If I looked closely enough I would have seen that he had tears in his eyes. "Are.." more welling of tears "are you sure that you don't remember me?" Draco was now biting his lip. I couldn't help but notice how vulnerable that plus the tears made the beautiful man look.
"I'm positive… were we friends?" This seemed to stir even more emotion from Draco. It didn't make any sense to me…
Draco was still biting his lip; he looked as though he was deciding what to say. After a few minutes, Draco finally responded, "Yeah Harry. We were friends." I could tell that there was more to the story that Draco wasn't telling me.
"Would you like to come in?" I gestured Draco inside.
Draco hesitantly stepped through the threshold and said, "…Sure." He sure was a looker. He looked like he came form a rich upbringing, with tasteful clothing and the way he presents himself. I decided that I would ask him about it later. Once they were more… settled?
"So… are some strange serial killer who's going to kill me when I fall asleep?"
"Uh… no… I fought side by side with you nine years ago… I'm pretty sure I won't kill you." This struck me totally off guard. We fought side by side against Voldemort? How could I not remember him?
"Draco… how come I don't remember?"
"I'm not sure Harry… I really don't know."
When Harry told me that he didn't remember me, I thought he was just joking with me. But then I looked into his eyes and they told me that he truthfully didn't know who I was. I couldn't believe it. How could he forget about me? How could forget about us? Sure I'm quite a few years late coming back to him. I told him after he killed Voldemort that I would find him soon, and now here I am nine years later. I didn't break my promise. But he… my love doesn't know who I am.
To say it hurt was an extreme understatement. It was literally tearing me up inside. I gave up everything for that man. Everything… all because he said he loved me and I said that I would do anything for him. Where did that go? I know I still love him. Watching him over the past month or so only reinforced that. I watched him everyday resentfully walk to the hospital… it seemed like he didn't want to go there anymore. More than that… it looked as though he didn't want to live anymore. That scared me more than anything I went through with my father, in school, or during the war. How could the boy—the man who saved us all. At some point in my life I would have resented him for it, but now, now I'm in awe with him for it. No… let me change that… I'm in love with him for it.
Harry used to be a boy who was full of smiles and pulled pranks like any other boy does. But at some point, he lost that part of him. It died, and I could see it in his eyes. I remember it perfectly because it was right after I told my father that I would never follow him and I would never give my life for Voldemort and his stupid cause. That was when I was banned from Malfoy Manor, my entire Gringott's account had been wiped clean, and all of my specially made boxers with "Malfoy" embroidered onto them started to read "Loner." I realized the extremity of what I had done and that Harry Potter was no longer a boy. At age 16 he was a grown man, with the weight of saving the entire world on his shoulders. Once I realized this, I took it into my own hands to bring life back into Harry. It started off with my innocently bumping into his everywhere and forcing his to just talk with me. Then we started to meet secretly, after hours in unused classrooms. We started to have feelings for each other, and we fell in love. We fought side by side against Voldemort, and I was there to comfort Harry when Ron and Hermione died in his arms. He kept mumbling "should have been me, it should have been me" and I watched him break. That war killed Harry, even though he still breaths nine years later. When he learned of how many died, he turned to me, silently crying and said, "Never leave me. Promise me you'll never leave me." I knew I shouldn't have made a promise like that, but I couldn't break his heart, I couldn't kill that last thread of hope he had. So I promised him that I would never leave him. …Two weeks later I had to leave.
I told him that there were just unfinished things that needed to get done at Malfoy Manor now that my father was dead and my mother had run off to some foreign country. I told him that I would be gone for a month at the most. Only a month later… I didn't come back. And another month after that I still didn't come back. I did return three months after I left only to find out that Harry had moved to the states and was going to medical school. I couldn't believe that I had broken two important promises to Harry. That's why I didn't go after him… I was scared. So I joined the Ministry of Magic as an auror.
I've been working there since then. About five months ago we received notification that one Harry Potter has been missing for four years. It was my new assignment to find Harry and bring him back home. But the Ministry had no way of finding him. There hadn't been any traces of his magic for years and no one reported seeing him for years. I had to find him. I had to find his and apologize for lying and hurting him. It took me 4 months to find him. But when I did find him, I found a broken man who didn't want to live any longer. So I watched him and learned his daily routine. It was extremely simple.
After watching him for so long, I decided to not waste any more time and make my presence known. I rehearsed exactly what I was going to say and practiced all of my answers to any heart-wrenching questions he was sure to ask. Imagine my surprise when Harry told me that he didn't know who I was. I knew I had messed up with him… but for him to forget everything that we had been through… it blew my mind away.
A/N: There is obviously more to come since there is no way I am going to leave it there for ya'll. But I want an abundance of reviews since I'm greedy like that! And rewards to all those good people who review! GET REVIEWING PEOPLE!