-Summary: Harry loses his memory after Sirius' death -
he remembers nothing but his life at Privet Drive and the magic he's learned.
Once he re-meets everyone, his life is turned upside down... Rated R, Boy/Boy
love, Language, etc.
-Pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
-Author Notes: (Celestine Dallimore and Blaire Tipton
are made-up characters.) Sorry I can't write more, but it's easier for
me to make more chapters when I can make them shorter than 15 pages. ;)
Oh yes! I also fixed the html stuff on my chapters, but I changed nothing
else, so you can keep reading where you last left off.
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In the Slytherin dungeons, Draco Malfoy was sitting on a couch
with a circle of friends - Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, Celestine
Dallimore, Blaise Zabini, and Draco's bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle. Millicent
was asleep on a couple of cushions near Blaise's chair. Draco, ever the
Slytherin Prince, was stretched out lazily on the couch, the fireplace's
green fire sparking and warming his toes.
"Merlin, it gets cold in these dungeons sometimes," complained
Draco, his white-blonde hair perfect, like always. "Hasn't anyone ever
thought of installing a heater or something that's warmer than a fire in
here? That crackpot Headmaster always thinks he's better than us... I say
it's more than time for a new school head."
"We should curse him," agreed Pansy, who was sitting on the floor
next to Draco. She reached out and trailed a finger across his cheek slowly.
"We should curse him really bad..."
Draco closed his eyes and stuck his tongue out to lick Pansy's
finger. How he loved to flirt, with girls, with guys... with everyone but
those pesky Gryffindors. Especially that filthy mudblood Granger. She was
always hanging around him, trying to look at him, and Draco could swear
she had a thing for him. But she was a Gryffindor, so needless to say,
he returned none of her advances.
Pansy giggled and drew back her hand, blushing.
Blaise saw their interaction and huffed a little, looking away
into the fire. Draco saw Blaise's indignation at his brush with with Pansy
and grinned. Trying to change the subject, Blaise mumbled, "I heard that
Potter's come back. Is it true?"
Draco sat bolt upright, instantly fuming. "I can't believe he
has the nerve to return to school after all he's done to our Death Eaters!"
"Yes, well...," Celestine shifted on her cushion on the floor
next to Pansy. "At least we get a better chance to torture him, right?"
At this, Draco smirked and lay back down again. "Yes," he replied.
"He attacked my father after that day at the Ministry of Magic. He deserves
to pay," he spat out the last word.
Blaise gasped inwardly, hearing this news for the first time.
"He attacked your father? How badly was he hurt?"
"Well, don't tell anyone, but he's been confined to the manor
for not being quite right in the head. The Death Eaters have abandoned
him. I'm only lucky they're taking it out on him instead of me - at least
I still get to become a Death Eater myself, come this December," answered
Draco, almost reluctantly. He realized his mistake at the last few words.
Blaise glared and stood up from his chair quickly. "You'll be
the one paying for it, Draco! It was your fault for letting Harry know
where your manor was, in the first place! You don't deserve Death Eater
status."
Harry didn't remember this, either, but after Sirius had gone,
he had made a vow to himself to kill the rest of the Death Eaters - unfortunately,
the only house he knew of that held one was Draco's manor. The only reason
he knew where it was located was because of his friendship with Dobby after
his second year. Dobby had willingly told Harry a couple of years ago where
his former master lived, and unfortunately Draco had overheard their conversation.
Harry had kept hold of that bit of information secretly, but had never
known it would become so handy. In a fit of rage, he had flung himself
on his broomstick and flew, ripping mad, to the Malfoy Manor. It had been
surprisingly easy to find Lucius Malfoy outside in a garden, trying to
charm some red roses into turning green. Without even lifting his wand,
Harry had radiated power strong enough to knock Lucius unconscious, only
to wake up several days later, acting like a completely different person
- what with "kill Voldemort" this and "save Hogwarts" that. It was bloody
annoying for Draco all summer.
What Draco didn't know was that after this encounter with
Lucius, Harry had become rather violent and acted like a different person,
as well... and had eventually been sent to St. Mungo's for it. Draco just
assumed he was taking his sweet time getting back to school, trying to
make a grand entrance or something.
Crabbe and Goyle, standing behind Draco's couch, glanced at each
other and started to smile at what Blaise had said. They stopped quickly
and faced away from each other again, both unwilling to admit they had
felt a bit of malice for their leader.
Malfoy's eyes glowed a steel ice color and sprang up to stare
back at Blaise. He had unknowingly knocked Pansy over, and she was scowling
up at him.
"Yes, Draco, you should be punished," she scoffed. "If that bloody
house-elf of yours had given out any information about the rest of our
families, we could all have broken homes because of that annoying rat Potter.
Not that they aren't already...," she added with reluctance.
Draco reached his arm downwards, lightning-fast, and slapped Pansy
hard across the face. She squealed and recoiled, then stood up and ran
across the dungeon to a set of stairs that led to the girls' dormitories,
sniffling all the way.
"That was for being cheeky," Draco muttered under his breath. He turned
back to Blaise and stared him down again, then whipped around and stalked
back to the boys' dormitories, his robe flapping like a cape behind him.
He picked out the silver "8" emblazoned as a spiraling snake on
a smooth black door. He marched inside and found his bed, sitting all by
itself behind 7 others, each who had another facing it from across the
room. The room was dark and he was alone. Just the way he liked it. He
pulled open the curtains only to find a Slytherin 2nd year named Blaire
Tipton perched on his pillow.
She has fancied me ever since she first saw my face last year,
thought Draco. I admit I'd be here, hoping to fool around in my bed
too, if I'd been flirted with all this time. But right now I just want
to be alone.
He pulled her roughly off his bed and nipped her ear, growling
deep in his throat. She giggled and moved to kiss him, but he shoved her
aside.
"Out!" he thundered. She gave a piteous whine and he sighed. "Hate
to have to turn away a pretty girl, but... Congémius!" The
girl was thrown shrieking from the
room, and the door snapped shut behind her.
Grinning, Draco turned back to his solitary bed and flopped down
on it. Now, what was it they were they saying about famous Harry Potter?
That he had enough nerve to come back and show his face? Draco thought
it was amazing how thick the boy could get when he messed with those of
Slytherin house.
Something ominous struck at Draco, though - what Blaise and Pansy
had said to him back in the Common Room. How Draco should be punished for
his house-elf's mistake. It was Dobby's bloody fault, he decided,
obviously covering up the fact that he himself didn't get rid of Potter
the minute he knew where the Malfoy manor was.
Still, he could not hide the lurchy feeling his stomach gave him
whenever he thought about Blaise and Pansy's idea. He knew how the Slytherins
were with revenge and punishing who they thought was necessary; hell, he'd
taken part in it himself enough times to know how awful it could get. It
was like hazing, except the unfortunate students they happened to "punish"
already knew exactly what they were doing. Everyone in Slytherin (and even
some from other houses) had been punished at some point, whether they were
a 7th year or a 1st year. Everyone except a lucky few, Draco being one
of them. He dreaded the thought of someone using his own methods against
himself.
The only Gryffindor the Slytherins had managed to even touch with
their mad schemes was Neville. He had been frightened out of his wits several
times, but nothing serious had happened... yet. Draco and his group of
friends had plotted to punish Harry at some point, but whenever they got
close enough, he was yanked out of their reach. It was infuriating for
the Slytherins, like how a cat must feel when a mouse is playing with them
and simply will not be caught. At least they had a true reason to get at
Harry now.
The only thing they had to be careful of was the professors. It
was always hard to hide information from them. Severus Snape knew about
only a few of the punishments Slytherins had cast on their own housemates;
however, the ones he knew about were only small hexes that could be easily
cured. Snape chose to overlook these, and continued to favor his own house
above all others. But if someone should catch us hurting Potter,
Draco thought, it would be all over for us. We could get expelled.
Draco let out a heavy breath and looked silently out a barred
window. Even though this window had no glass or covering, it was spelled
so that the water from the Hogwarts lake on the other side could not get
through and fill up the dungeons. He watched as the giant squid silently
floated past in the dark, listless water.
Little did he know that many, many stories above him, Harry Potter
was sitting in the same positioned bed, staring out the same positioned
window, and would soon fall into a fitful, disturbing sleep.
Draco turned over and closed his hardened steel-colored eyes, welcoming the dark.