A/N: Hello there readers! I have decided to COMPLETELY re-write dracos story, new title, EVERYTHING!..well..almost. but, if you do want me to continue dracos story as well, i will gladly put it back up and continue.(although i will need to tweak a couple of facts!) That is all, and welcome to my new story "Why is remembering so hard".

Summary: Draco Malfoys been having crazy thoughts, wierd dreams, and odd memorys. In a battle against his own heart and his curse which will win? bad summary good story. DM/HG

Disclaimer: i do not own draco malfoy or harry potter or any of JK rowlings characters or books. i am however, fully entitled to lock him up in a cage for my own amusemant! (it may take me a while to fix spelling and grammer considering i am using a program with no spell check, please bare with me and i will try to fix these problems as soon as i possibly can)

The story begins in compartment 4B of the hogwarts express, Draco Malfoy had succsessfully escaped his goons and Pansy Parkinson, and was now sleeping lightly on the bench within the small room. His arm was stretched out slightly over the edge of the seating, while his leg dangled absentmindedly in the air. His hair was messy, and streaked across his face is soft wisps, whilst his light short breaths gave off a calm feeling. His dream had been quaint at first, but soon began entering intensity and violent fear. His breaths became quick and frantic, as he tossed his head vigorously.

Within dreams...

The forest was calm, quiet, and peaceful, but as he walked further in, it had began turning grayer, darker, more misleading. One moment Draco had been on one path, the next he was heading a completely different direction. He began running, faster, faster, faster. Looking back, he didn't know what he was running from or to, but he knew he had to run. He stop dead in his tracks, there was no ground beneath him. In fact, he was in bed, asleep, yet he heard all that went on around him. He saw himself through his closed eyelids, it was all black and white, but he could see he was at a young age in this dream., possibly 5 or 6 years old. Then it was all black. But he could still hear faint voices around him. Wispers even.

Thevoices were deep, one powerful, evil, a voice that could turn ones heart cold for eternity. Another, throaty, afraid, slightly stammeirng, but admirable in its own ways.

"He can not remember his past, you have given him too much good to live for."

"But the boy will have no hope!"

"DO YOU DARE QUESTION THE DARK LORD!"

"But this is in-human!"

"I will alow you a warning, but if you interfere again! You will not remember this conversation was ever had!"

"YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO ME, ME OF ALL PEOPLE!" The quiet voice spoke up, bearing confidence and rebellion.

(i forgot the spell for forgetting, so i'll make it up)

"ALIENO!"

The boy sleeping heard a thud, and could sense a body being thrown to the ground, the forbidden voice began to address him, yet he could not control the childs eyes, he could not open them to look back at the creature in front of him.He heard a door open and heard feet shuffle inside. More voices he soon heard. Discussing a potion of some sort, of a man getting in the way of whats to be done. Of..a curse.

"The child shall not remember, shall not awake from the crueltys surrounding his heart, shall not be pure, until he is in love, and until one loves him back. Then he shall fully return to who he is"

"But with such hate...who would love him?"

"Exactly."

He felt a glass vial being brought to his lips, and heard words being chanted, and then..He woke...

The dreams have gone...

Draco Malfoy lay awake, in a sweat, tears pouring from his eyes...