Oblivio Nex
Chapter 1
The blonde's eyes flickered open slowly and after his eyes had adjusted to the light he curiously took in the room around him. He sat up and looked at the beds that were set against the walls and the shelves with strange jars sitting on them labelled with names like 'Skele-gro' and 'Sleeping Draught'. The boy recalled some of the potions' names, knowing they were used in healing. His brow creased as he tried to remember how he knew this and when he realised he couldn't, and that in fact he had no clue as to even who he himself was, he collapsed back on the bed and sighed. He was quite surprised that he wasn't worried; if someone had no memory of their own life shouldn't they be worried? Yet all he felt was a vague sense of satisfaction.
Strange...
"Are you all right, Mr. Malfoy?" asked a middle-aged looking woman, who regarded him with a mildly disapproving expression. "I assume you and Harry were having another of your rendezvous? And yes I know who your father is, and no I don't care, and yes Harry's here but no you can't bother him. Your little accident has left both of you unconscious in the Hospital Wing for almost a week. Just try to get some sleep and everything will be fine."
The boy watched the nurse (as he had deduced her to be from the uniform she wore) quickly bustle out of the room, still trying to understand how the woman had managed to stop him from saying a word every time he'd opened his mouth.
"Malfoy," the boy repeated quietly, wondering why he felt a glimmer of distaste as he said the name.
Perhaps it wasn't his real name? Perhaps it was something someone said as an insult? Then again why would the nurse have called it him if it were an insult? And how did she know his father anyway? It was all right for her to know who he was but he didn't. And who was this Harry anyway? Had they both got into some kind of accident while they were - what was it – 'rendezvousing'?
The boy frowned as all these thoughts whizzed around his head, and he irritably wondered why the nurse hadn't let him talk. She hadn't seemed to like him very much.
The boy slipped out of bed, ignoring the nurse's instructions to go to sleep, and walked over to another closed off bed and curiously peeked inside. As he looked, a pair of bright green eyes stared back inquisitively and the boy attached to them gave a smile.
"Hi."
The blonde looked at the other boy, who was sitting up now with a friendly and warm expression on his face. Aside from beautiful green eyes he also had raven hair that looked adorably mussed, and the pale boy found himself blushing when he realised he was staring.
"Hi," he said quickly, giving a shy smile.
The brunette looked back at the boy in amused wonder. The liquid silver eyes and soft white blonde hair immediately caught his attention - he'd never seen anyone so beautiful. This actually wasn't saying much, as he couldn't exactly remember anything or anyone at the moment. However, he was sure no one could quite match the other boy's beauty. He'd just woken up and had begun to start worrying why exactly he couldn't remember anything but then the other boy had appeared and he had forgotten his anxiety quite quickly.
"Are you Harry?" the blonde asked.
"Um, I'm not sure. I can't exactly remember anything," the other boy confessed.
"Neither can I. I think you must be Harry though, because a nurse just told me that someone called Harry and I had been in an accident," the pale boy said as he self-consciously smoothed down his silk pyjamas, for some reason the other boy was making him slightly nervous.
"An accident?" the boy frowned as he tried to remember.
The silk-clad blonde nodded.
"Hmm, I can't remember anything at all. You are familiar, though."
"Yes, you also seem... familiar," the other boy said hesitantly.
"Do I look like a Harry?"
The boy considered him for a moment, as though waiting for some magical nametag to appear.
"I think you do."
The newly named Harry smiled.
"It does seem to fit. It feels right. What about you? What's your name?" Harry asked.
"I think, I think my second name's Malfoy, but I'm not sure."
"Why not?" Harry asked.
"It seems wrong. The nurse called me 'Mr. Malfoy' but it didn't feel right. It was felt like a dirty name, some kind of insult," the blonde said while looking to the floor, feeling oddly ashamed.
Harry could see the other boy was upset and so he climbed out of bed and walked over to him.
"It's okay; perhaps she was joking or got mixed up?" Harry put a comforting hand on the boy's arm and smiled reassuringly. The boy shrugged, putting the matter out of his mind, confused about the odd feelings of guilt and more than a little flustered at Harry's touch.
Harry didn't seem to notice, as he only grinned and pulled the pale boy over to his bed.
"Come on, I've found some cards. We can play if you want," Harry proposed.
"Okay. Thanks." The boy smiled as he sat cross-legged opposite Harry on his bed.
The boys played for a while, laughing whenever the cards exploded. Playing cards did exactly what Harry was hoping it would; it cheered the other boy up. He didn't know why he was so concerned about the blonde, and for some reason he couldn't stop himself from reaching out to help him. His instincts seemed to be screaming at him that he had some kind of connection to the boy in front of him, and although he couldn't remember what it was he thought he was beginning to get an idea.
"I wonder what your name is?" Harry mused, flushing a little when he realised he'd said it aloud.
The blonde shrugged and gave a small smile.
"As long as it's not something boring like Harry," he smirked.
"Hey! Nothing wrong with my name, Harry's a good strong name," Harry grinned. "You're probably called something like Bob."
The other boy crinkled his nose.
"Bob?" he asked disgustedly. "I am certainly no Bob."
"Think you're better than that do you?" Harry smiled.
"Yes," the boy answered haughtily.
"Think you're better than me?" Harry raised his eyebrows challengingly.
"Way better... Harold."
The blonde laughed as Harry playfully launched himself on top of him, the brunette quickly pinning the pale boy down and tickling him for all he was worth. The smaller boy laughed breathlessly as Harry attacked, squirming under him to try and get away from the dark haired boy.
"No! No... please... stop... I'll do... anything!" the blonde giggled breathlessly.
"Anything?" Harry asked, stopping suddenly. His face was only inches away from the other boy's.
Smoky grey eyes looked up into fierce green and the pale boy flushed as he bit his lip anxiously.
"I-"
"HARRY POTTER! DRACO MALFOY! What do you think you're doing!"
Both boys spun back from each other and guiltily looked up at the exasperated nurse.
"Honestly, I leave you for one minute and already you two are at each other again! If I were Dumbledore I'd have had you both expelled ten times over for all the trouble you've caused! And now this! You both had better have a good explanation," the nurse glared.
"Uh, we're sorry, Miss, erm. We were only playing. We didn't think we were being so loud. Sorry."
The woman looked at the blonde boy, stunned.
"Playing..." she repeated slowly.
"Yes, we're very sorry," Harry put in sincerely.
When the two boys didn't get an answer from the confused woman they shifted uncomfortably.
"We were only playing and I know you told me not to bother Harry, but I was wondering who he was so..." the slender boy trailed off as he noticed the nurse staring at him with something close to amazement.
"Wait, did you just say you were wondering who Harry was?" the nurse frowned, and then her eyes widened in horror. "Oh Merlin no! You couldn't have! I don't believe you two! You've both lost your memory, haven't you?"
Both boys nodded.
The nurse sighed in frustration and the two boys sank back from her angry glare.
"When I find out how you've done this you'll both have a lot to answer for! You'll be in the infirmary for weeks, and then in detention for months if I have anything to do with it! Really boys, when will you grow up?" The nurse shook her head. "Dumbledore will have to be informed. I'm Madam Pomfrey, the school's nurse by the way. Unfortunately I already know you both very well; you two spend more time in here than half of Hogwarts!" She turned to Harry, "You are Harry Potter, and are a 6th year in Gryffindor." She then looked at the blonde, "You are Draco Malfoy, another 6th year, but you're are in the Slytherin House."
"Guess it's not Bob then," Harry muttered.
Draco sniggered but stopped at Pomfrey's shocked look.
"Yes well, both of you should get to sleep. I'll give you a sleeping draught tonight, as your bodies still need to recover. I imagine you'll have a long day ahead of you," Pomfrey ordered.
Both boys groaned but did as she said after whispering quick goodnights to each other and a bemused Madam Pomfrey.
After the nurse had given both boys the potion she dimmed the flames of the candles in the hospital wing with a whispered Nox. She shook her head as she made her way towards Dumbledore's office.
"Lucius will not be pleased if he hears of this."
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To be continued…