Hey people! Im back with a new chapter! This one is pretty short, but my next part will be a little long and I plan on uptading it tomorrow, (which is actually today), later at least! Anyways, I love all you amazing reviewers! You give me the encouragement to keep writing. I hope you all enjoy this Chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not make any claims on anything but the idea for this story... and a couple of my OC characters that will eventually be brought in to this story.

Warnings: There will be HPDM slash. As in BoyxBoy love. Don't like it, don't read it. Also, I will be adding a couple (one in the least) OC characters to this story, But rest assured, none will be Mary Sues or Gary Sues, okay? Oh, and some things in the later chapters could be taken as incest (Not between close relatives!!! Ewww! More like cousins). It's not really incest, but some people might take it as incest

Draco made his way hurriedly passed countless rows of tombstones. They were large, and boulder-like creations that stood imposing, like giant statues, and blocking out the sun.

The Malfoy burial grounds were ancient, dating back further than history itself. Many of the tombstones were inscribed in languages that had long been forgotten. They were a far, horseback ride away from the Main House, and they crept around the large, green mountains that stood in the Eastern border of the Malfoy property. There was no order to the placement of the tombs, seeing as it held a gigantic amount of tombstones. Finding one, particular grave, would be like finding a needle in a haystack.

Too bad Draco was in search of just one.

After riding out, at the crack of dawn, to search for a particular tombstone with a particular date, Draco had methodically made his way through seemingly unending graves. He was combing through them with relentless determination. The sun was slowly setting now and it had begun to rain.

The blond had, after the coming to his realisation the day before, sent Pansy home, and then spent a restless night in bed. He had not had any more memories because he had not gotten any sleep. Yet still, with red-rimmed eyes, and dark blue circles around them, continued his search.

Mordred be damned, was he exhausted.

After spending the night thinking about reasons why his own family had sought to rid him of his memories, he had a sudden chilling thought. That thought had gnawed at him, sending waves of icy panic through the blond all night. That thought was the one that had sent him in search of a tombstone that wore a date of birth similar to his own.

Suddenly, he slipped ungracefully, and very embarrassingly, in a small puddle, and fell flat on his face.

Fate works in mysterious ways, doesn't it?

Regulus Orion Demetrius Black-Lestrange; 1980-1986

Draco stared at the tombstone for a moment. He slowly kneeled down in front of the grave, and, even though the mud soaked through his knees and his robe, and the small stones that were scattered haphazardly every where stabbed at him, he stayed on the ground.

Draco brought his hand up, and gently traced the name with his fingers.

Found you.

*

Severus Snape found Draco in that position when he arrived at the cemetery. He had come to check up on how the boy was doing when he had heard no news. The potion's master had found out from one of the elves that Draco had made his way, early in the morning, towards the ancient burial grounds, and had still yet to return.

Draco wore a blank look on his face, and neither acknowledged Severus' presence nor moved from the position he was in.

"Draco, what are you-

"Who was he?" draco asked, in a deceptively calm voice. Severus flinched.

"Draco, first we should get you inside, away from-

"Who was he?" this time Draco's voice was louder, more desperate. Severus took a hesitant step towards his godson.

"Draco, first let's get you someplace dry where we can-

"Who the bloody hell was he?" Draco's voice was a desperate yell. He rose from the ground in furious speed.

"Who the bloody hell was he? Why am I not allowed to remember him? Why are my memories Warded against him?" Draco screamed at his godfather, "What did you do to him?"

Draco was screaming now, his voice resounding through the rain. His grey eyes flashed dangerously, and his hands were clenched painfully in fists.

"Did they kill him? That boy?" Draco screamed out in his frenzy, "Whoever the hell he is... did they... You? Did you help? You seem to know a lot more then you probably should!" Draco's breaths were coming out in harsh pants, and he was slowly becoming hysterical.

"You!" Draco screamed out, ans Severus took a step back in shock at the ferocity, "You, did you conspire against me! Did you help them, get rid of, block-ward, whatever the bleeding hell this curse is, my memories away so I wouldn't say anything?"

Draco continued his rant, screaming vile words, and paranoid questions with a look of betrayal and hurt on his face. Unbeknownst to him, Severus took three steps towards the boy in a sudden rage, and grabbed Draco's pointed chin in his long fingers, yanking his head up to meet his eyes. Draco squawked in surprise.

It was in that moment that Draco realised just how frightening Severus Snape could be.

"You little insufferable brat," Severus said, eyes flashing dangerously, "you want to remember? Well let me refresh your memories!"

Snape Grabbed Draco's face and leaned down so they were nose to nose, before screaming out:

"Legillimens!"

Draco's eyes widened in realisation, and he quickly tried to strengthen his Occulumens' shields.

Too late, he realised, too late.

And soon, Severus was tearing through his mind, and then...

He remembered.

*

Severus waited for his godson to regain his consciousness. The boy slowly blinked back into reality.

The blond abruptly began to tremble; his face became unnaturally pale. The shaking wracked his body, till he lost control and fell to the ground, at Severus' feet.

Draco opened his mouth to say something, or maybe just scream, and then he puked.

He threw up all the contents of his stomach, and when there was nothing left, he started to dry-heave. Finally, he stopped, glanced one time up at his godfather, and fainted.

Severus knelt to gather the boy in his arms, and slowly made his way back to the Manor.

Okay! Im really sorry for this one! I kinda left you on a cliffhanger, eh? But, not to worry, I plan on uploading the next part later on today! Or at least sometime early this week!

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