This chapter is pretty repetitive so I'm sorry… but I think that it's sort of necessary to fully understand the depth of Harry's hurt and memory loss. The disclaimer is in Chapter 1!

Who Is That Man?

Chapter 2

"Draco… how come I don't remember?"

"I'm not sure Harry… I really don't know."

"I don't understand how I could forget… I never forget you know. I remember the worst

moment of my life. When my best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger died in my arms and no one was there to comfort me. Everyone was gone…" Harry trailed off as silent tears rolled down his cheeks. After he killed Voldemort Harry had gone to find Hermione and Ron. But it was too late, they were too badly hurt and wouldn't last very much longer. Harry went to be with them, and after they had passed, Harry wished that someone were there to comfort him. Of course I had been there for Harry throughout everything, I had never left Harry's side, not once. But of course Harry doesn't remember that. I can't even imagine being alone at a time like that.

I started crying as I thought of the horrible things that Harry thought he suffered alone. It hurt you know? We were going to last forever and I'm the one who ruined everything. Well, there was only one thing that I could do. I had to regain Harry's trust and earn his love again… after we learn what happened to Harry and what caused him to forget everything about me of course. Gathering courage I whispered quietly and hesitantly, "I was there Harry. You weren't alone." At first I didn't think that Harry had heard me. But then Harry, with wide eyes, looked up at me.

"No. How is that possible? I remember that moment perfectly. It was horrifying. No one was there. Not a single soul. No one was there for me when I needed it most! How dare you lie to me!" Harry knew he shouldn't be getting angry, but having Ron and Mione take their last breathes in his arms was traumatizing. How dare this strange tell me differently?

With a little more conviction and confusion I exclaimed, "Harry, I was there. I was there for you. I was crying with you. I held you as you realized they were gone." By the time I was finished speaking I had my arms wrapped around Harry's body holding him tightly, comfortingly.

"I'm so lost." What am I supposed to say to that? "Will you… will you tell me the truth?" I could tell that Harry was hesitant because he had no idea if I was even telling the truth or not. I'm sure that if someone came to me while I was depressed and tired of life and told me that I had had someone who loved me by my side I wouldn't believed them either. Therefore I didn't blame Harry. But it was getting to be bloody infuriating having the man I love look at me like some stranger out to get him. I wanted to shout 'I love you Harry! That's all that matters' but I know that that wouldn't get me to the point where I want to be.

I realized that Harry must not remember anything at all… that means that he doesn't remember… All I wanted to do was curl up and cry from heartbreak. Harry doesn't remember us falling in love. He doesn't remember the struggles and trials we had to go through to finally be together. Trying my absolute hardest not to cry I said, "Listen Harry. I don't know what happened but I'll tell you everything. In a very small nut shell though. First year through fifth year we hated each other. Sixth year we fell in love." I started to cry. Our love wasn't as simple as 'we fell in love'. There was history and meaning behind our love. "I'll tell you the story later." Ouch. "We fought side by side against Voldemort, I was there for when you realized how many of your friends were gone. We were okay after that… broken… but we were okay. You… you…" Oh god. "You made me promise to never leave you. But I had to go away for a month. But I stayed three months and when I came back—you were gone. Off to the states, going to medical school. I didn't think you loved me anymore so I didn't come to find you. I was scared Harry. Oh god, I'm so sorry."

Harry watched me as I cried. He has tears in his eyes and falling down his face but he didn't make any indication that he had heard a word I said. That was until, "I don't remember. I don't remember. Why can't I remember! There isn't a single thread of recognition of your story." That broke my heart more than any 'I hate you' or 'I don't love you anymore' could have. "I'm sorry Draco."

"No Harry… maybe it was a mistake to take this job and come here. I should go. Wait, maybe I should stick to formalities and my job. The Ministry wants you back. Everything has been fixed, Hogwarts opened to students again 3 years ago. Everything is back to normal. Only we don't have our savior of the world."

"I… I… I can't. I gave up on life a long time ago, especially that life. There's no way I can show my face again."

"But Harry, these people… they worship you for saving them."

"I didn't save everybody…" Harry mumbled low enough for only him to hear. Only I have been trained to read lips so I knew exactly what he said.

"Harry… please don't do this again."

"What are you talking about?" Harry snapped, anger and annoyance clearly shown in his eyes.

"After Ron and Hermione died all you did was say that you should have died and not them. But Harry, you didn't die. You're here. Do you think that Ron and Hermione would have wanted you to give up on life? I know for a fact that they wouldn't have, and if they could see you now, they would be very disappointed!"

"HOW DARE YOU! YOU DIDN'T KNOW THEM!"

"Yes I did Harry…"

Again, I got no response from Harry until… "…oh god…" I watched as the broken man next to me finally broke into a million pieces. It clenched my heart to see my love breaking. I tried to comfort him but he kept shoving me away. I decided it was best if I went to my hotel room for now and leave Harry alone. Maybe it would even be best if I never returned. Who knew?

"I guess I'll just go soon, I'll be back soon." I doubt Harry even heard what I said. So I left Harry's flat and ran back to the hotel. You couldn't even begin to imagine how much it hurt to leave Harry's side again. But I knew that I had to. For both me and Harry.