-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: You guys have no idea how happy
all of your reviews made me. There's nothing better than coming home after
a rough day at school to find an inbox full of comments. Thank you so much
:)
Also, to answer a request I got by review - I'm not going to make
Harry get raped by Vernon. I've seen countless other fanfics here that
include that aspect, and I'm going to try to make mine as different as
possible. I did like your other idea though... ;)
This chapter is a bit short (and should have been waaay longer),
and I'm sorry for that. The next one I'll try to make longer, I promise!
***
Harry woke up, his hair extremely ruffled and a silly grin plastered
on his face. He made his way to the Common Room, where several other Gryffindors
were up and still in their pajamas.
"You look really dazed," said Hermione. "You didn't get hit by
that confusion spell Seamus accidently cast in his sleep, did you? I know
Ron got hit, so he's in the hospital wing. What about you?"
Harry shook his head, still grinning. He had had a very good night's
sleep after visiting his hopeful new friend in the hospital wing. A nice,
empty, dreamless sleep. He reached up a hand to automatically try and smooth
down his hair, but as usual, it was like fighting a losing battle.
"So what time do we have to be in class?" he asked the bushy-haired
girl they called Hermione. He sank down on a couch and stretched out.
"Harry, we don't have classes today - it's Saturday," she
corrected him. "Honestly, you and Ron aren't going to get very many O.W.L.s
at all if you keep on at this rate."
Harry stared at her, the hot feeling of indignation quickly filling
his face. "Geez, I was just asking. You can't blame a guy for being confused
after getting hardly any sleep," he retorted. "You don't have to act like
you're the only smart one around here, you know. You weren't the one who
made the flock of chickens appear, remember?"
She looked rather taken aback at his remarks. She blushed the
color of Ron's hair and pressed her lips together in a thin way not unlike
Professor McGonagall's.
Harry stuck his tongue out at her, not playing around this time.
She seemed to have sensed this because she said, "You're being
a real bastard. And I can't believe you didn't tell us about what you did
to poor Colin!"
She stormed off, grabbing an armload of books. On her way to her
dormitory she passed Ginny Weasley, and they stopped to whisper. Ginny's
eyes went wide and she looked, surprised, over at Harry.
That was real subtle, Hermione, thought Harry as he raised
and lowered his eyebrows suggestively at Ginny, smirking. She turned bright
red and rushed with Hermione into the girls' dormitory.
I never knew meaningless flirting could be so fun. Even if
they think I'm serious, they'll find out soon enough I feel nothing for
them. Lousy Gryffindors, always trying to be sincere all the time. I don't
even think I belong in this house - it feels like a mistake.
He got up, put on a heavy black robe over his pajamas and walked
out of the portrait to go to the Great Hall. He needed some breakfast;
it was the only meal he'd been having for days.
***
Draco awoke to the sound of a familiar voice.
"Hey you over there, you with the white hair. Is that your normal
hair color or are you in fact really old? It makes me so confused. If you're
really old, does that mean my own hair is on fire?"
Draco shut his eyes tight. He had been having such a good sleep,
and now it had to end because of that stupid git Weasley.
"Shut your mouth," he said.
Draco threw his covers off and sat up, flexing his fingers. Damn,
Pomfrey is good, he thought.
"Well, I'll be going to the Great Hall now. That's to go eat.
Don't get too confused, Weasley, or you won't be able to tell whether you're
poor or not. There's going to be nothing worse than seeing a red-haired
misfit thinking he's the richest wizard in Hogwarts, now, is there?" and
with that, Draco grabbed his robe and left the room.
"Huh?" was Ron's spaced out reply.
***
Harry sat in the Great Hall, surrounded by other Gryffindors,
who were all eating breakfast. Harry was the only one in his pajamas.
And he hated sitting there with them, so he decided to move. He
grabbed a piece of toast and a goblet of pumpkin juice and stood up.
He sat on the floor between the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables,
still munching his toast. He set his cup of pumpkin juice on the floor.
People began to stare, and stood up to get a better look.
"What're you doing down there on the floor, Harry?"
"Has he gone off his rocker?"
Harry was completely nonplussed, even when the Slytherins started
to jeer at him.
"Hey, Potter finally knows where he fits in!"
Draco Malfoy scowled. He actually admired Harry for having the
courage to do that in front of almost the whole school... though he wouldn't
admit it to his friends.
Well, I thought they were my friends, he thought.
People continued to taunt and sneer, and Malfoy continued to get
more and more aware of how much of a bastard he'd been to Harry in the
last couple of years. All Harry had done was refuse his friendship, but
he seemed to be past that now, didn't he?
The noise in the Great Hall grew crashing as students from Gryffindor
and Slytherin stood up to either defend or attack Harry. The verbal fight
soon turned almost physical, as people began to pull out their wands, all
thoughts of breakfast forgotten.
Draco was the only Slytherin left sitting down at his table. He
watched Blaise hastily aim his wand at Lee Jordan.
This is getting ridiculous, he thought. It's just Potter,
and he's just acting really weird.
On the other hand, he didn't want to get blamed for any hexes
that were about to fly from peoples' wands. He was the Slytherin Prince,
after all, and would definitely go to detention for something like this
- especially knowing Professor McGonagall. He only knew one way to make
people stop. He also needed to find out what was up with Harry.
Draco picked up his plate of eggs and his pumpkin juice and rose
from his seat. Slowly people from the Slytherin table turned to stare at
him as he walked around the table and sat, cross-legged, next to Harry.
Harry looked up at him, the toast dropping from his hand to the
floor in surprise.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he quietly hissed at Draco,
who leaned in to whisper in his ear a reply.
"Yes, now shut up and eat, Potter. You saved me last night so
this is how I'm repaying you."
Harry grinned and turned to Draco's own ear. "You know I don't
need saving, right? It's actually amusing to see them pull their wands
at each other. I don't even know why people love me so much. I know it's
because of defeating Voldemort and all that, but being a dark lord sounds
pretty cool, if you ask me. And yet there are people here ready to defend
me. It'd be pretty damn funny to see some people in here get cursed, you
have to admit it."
Oh, really, thought Draco. This just keeps getting stranger
and stranger. Something's definitely wrong.
Both boys were grinning now, one at what he thought
was a silent joke, and the other at an opportunity to threaten the other.
"Don't you worry about what your friends will think if they see
you with me down here, Potter?" Draco whispered.
"As far as I'm concerned, I have no friends here. They treat me
like shit, so I'd much rather be alone. I don't even feel like I belong
in Gryffindor, anyhow. I'd much rather be friends with you."
"Friends? Are you sure about that, Potter? I could use you up
and throw you away the next day and you'd never know."
"Yes, I'm sure." Harry didn't mention that there was a certain
radiation he felt whenever he was around this boy, and that it always made
him want to stay around him longer. Harry felt almost intoxicated with
glee.
Harry stuck out a hand to Draco, who looked at it for a second,
and then flicked his gray eyes to meet with Harry's. Both boys grinned
and shook hands at the same time. There were loud gasps from both the Slytherin
and the Gryffindor tables, and at the head table, Albus Dumbledore smiled
with a twinkle in his eye.
"Wanna get out of here?" Draco asked, an idea quickly forming
in his shrewd head.
"Yeah," answered Harry. They stood up, and Draco reached across
the Slytherin table to take two crispy pieces of toast off of Blaise's
plate. Blaise scowled as Draco smirked at him and offered one to Harry.
"Since you dropped yours," was his excuse. Harry narrowed his eyes and
grinned at him, taking the toast from Draco's fingers with his teeth, earning
several more gasps from the Gryffindors.
They stepped over their half-empty plates and goblets sitting
on the floor, and made their way outside the Great Hall, both of them still
in their pajamas.
***
As soon as they were outside, standing by the lake, and breathing
the fresh morning air, Draco pulled out his wand and aimed it level with
Harry's eyes, who gave a start but kept his mouth closed.
"I'd really like to be friends with you, Harry, but I know you
can't really be him. So who are you, and what have you done with him? I
know he would have never saved me from an unforgiveable curse. And on top
of that, he would never have said he thought the Dark Lord was cool,
or given up his precious seat at the Gryffindor table."
Harry gave him a sad look, his eyes widening.
Draco rolled his eyes. "What's more, I know about the Polyjuice
Potion that was used to try and trick me in our second year, and I know
about the metamorphmaguses who can make themselves look like other people."
Harry started to reply that he was being himself, but Draco
cut him off, rage creeping unbidden into his eyes.
"I already feel stupid for wanting to be your friend, so don't make me do something I'll regret. Just spill it, whoever you are."