-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: Sorry it took so long. I'm really bogged down in schoolwork - got no less than 4 huge assignments due in the next couple of weeks from one single teacher. What a bitch.
Oh yes, I've got big plans lurking in this fanfic. Read carefully
and stay tuned. :)
***
"Well?"
Harry didn't know what to say. Draco's words felt like a knife
to the chest, and he could feel warm rage spilling like blood throughout
his body. He narrowed his eyes.
"I'm Harry Potter, and no one else. I don't know what your problem
with me is, because I've lost my memory. I woke up in a strange place and
some old guy brought me here and I don't remember or know a single person.
All I know is that I thought you were going to be my friend, and that's
all I wanted."
He flung his hand up to knock Draco's wand out of his hand.
Draco's eyes flashed angrily and he pushed Harry backward until
he fell. Draco put his hands on either side of Harry's head and leaned
in dangerously close. Harry widened his eyes in curiosity.
Draco deeply searched Harry's bright green eyes with his dark
grey ones. Harry quickened his breath at the touch of someone practically
lying on top of him and staring through him with such intensity, and his
breath caught in his throat. If anyone saw the way they were positioned,
what would they think...?
After what seemed like ages, Draco sighed and pulled himself off
of Harry.
"Fine, Potter, I believe you. But if you try any funny business
with me, you'll regret it," he said.
He flashed his famous smirk and extended a hand to help Harry
up. He let his hand drift on Harry's for the same amount of time Harry
had let his own linger on Draco's in the infirmary.
Draco picked up his wand and headed back inside the castle, leaving
Harry all alone by the lake.
***
Draco was inside the dim corridors, walking briskly to the library.
I don't think he's lying, but something else is definitely
up. The air is so heavy when I'm around him. It makes me dazed. I need
to get to the bottom of this.
He slipped inside the library without Madam Pince noticing him,
then stopped and leaned against a far wall. He needed to get to the Restricted
Section and he was unsure of how exactly to get there.
Draco watched Madam Pince finish putting away a dark leatherbound
book and return to her seat at the front of the library. He smirked as
he realized how he could get to the Restricted books. He crouched behind
a bookcase and pulled out his wand.
Madam Pince was just putting her spectacles back on when a huge
crash and a puff of purple smoke filled the far end of the library. She
leapt up from her seat and ran through the fog, yelling.
"PEEVES! I'll get you for disturbing my library! I'll turn you
into Headmaster Dumbledore - "
Draco grinned and crept noiselessly away from the smoke to the
other end of the library. He entered the Restricted Section and found the
bookcase he was looking for - "Curses". He didn't know which book to pick,
so he scanned the titles until he found one that could sate his curiousity.
Timeless Family Curses and Their Attributes, by Maeve Vadimus.
He pulled it off the shelf and flipped quickly through the pages,
until he came to a chapter titled "Demons". Inside, there was a very vivid
drawing of a black, shiny-scaled, snakelike and taloned monster with bright
green flashing eyes. This is it, he thought, bending down the page
corner.
Draco slipped the book under his cloak and slipped out of the
library undetected, as Madam Pince's screechy voice carried through the
halls. Draco heard frantic footsteps and ducked behind a suit of armor
just as Professor Flitwick ran past.
Draco quietly ran to his common room, the heavy book in his arms.
***
Harry was sitting at the edge of the lake, watching the moist
clouds begin to gather over Hogwarts. He stared down into the lake.
Should I have told Draco what happened to me? He doesn't seem
to like me much.
His brow furrowed. Why was it that the air seemed so alive when
the two of them stood together? It practically crackled with electricity,
and he knew they both noticed it. The air was brimming with faint feelings
of déja vu.
He had seen deep-set confusion in Draco's eyes when he stared
at Harry. They were drawn to each other, but it seemed to be out of hate.
The way Draco had glared, and the way Harry's appearance had changed...
what had happened to cause this?
I feel like I should know something, way in the back of my
mind. It's like a memory covered in cobwebs I can't seem to clean off.
If only I could remember.
He sat there, staring, for a very long time.
Later he would lay down on the grass and focus his troubled eyes
on the sky. He would watch the clusters of stars beginning to appear through
the patchy gray clouds. And he would feel the light mist falling from the
sky, landing gently on his face, the warm sensation lulling him to sleep.
***
Draco sat and crossed his legs. He closed the curtains around
his four-poster bed that was lodged in the corner, and pulled the heavy
black book to rest on his knees. He opened the thin-leafed pages to the
one he had marked earlier.
"The demon curse is the oldest family curse in the wizarding
world. Because it is so old, not much is known about it, except that it
can cause malicious feelings between members of two of the oldest wizarding
families in our world. It can wandlessly transform a wizard or witch into
what others call 'a wrathful, scaly black devil' - and when that happens,
there may be no hope for them if they stay in that second form too long.
So far we have noticed connections between a family of black-haired generations
and a family of blonde-haired generations, with this curse. However, we
have no idea what words were uttered to create this plague, nor what was
the reason behind it. We withhold information about the families' names
in order to keep them in privacy."
Draco audibly gasped. This had to be the one, all the facts added
up. A black-haired family against a white-haired family for innumerable
generations - this explained the malice there had always been between himself
and Harry, and his father with Harry's father.
And probably other generations before that,
he thought.
He lowered his eyes and quickly scanned the rest of the page,
searching for more clues, but there were only pictures of a boy transforming
into a devil. The devil proceeded to roar loudly, causing Draco to slam
the book shut before anyone could hear.
He pulled the covers back, tucking the book back inside his cloak.
He stood up and snuck outside the dormitory, which held a few sleeping
Slytherins. He walked quickly and quietly to the Common Room, and when
he saw who was there, he stopped and ducked behind a wall.
Oh shit, he thought, his emotions suddenly spiking.
It was Blaise and Pansy, and they were talking excitedly, no doubt
about getting to punish Draco the other night. His breath quickened in
his chest as he eavesdropped on the two.
"If that stupid hero-boy Potter hadn't gotten in our way..."
"Yes, who knows where Draco could have ended up - we could have
killed him and no one would have ever known - "
"He has more money than God. I wonder who it would have all gone
to if the solitary heir to it had died!"
"Certainly not you, Pansy."
"Oh, but a girl can dream, can't she?" Here there was a high-pitched
giggle. "And we need to decide how to get at Potter. He's been evading
our clutches for so long."
"We need a new plan. Personally, I know of a rather unfortunate
plague on the Malfoy name, and I know Draco wouldn't want that getting
about the school... I wonder if we can blackmail him to kill Potter for
us."
Draco almost gasped. How the hell does Blaise know about that?!
There was a cackle of glee from Pansy. "And we could make him
do other things, too..."
"Pansy, don't get any lecherous ideas! You know how I love you.
You know I can't bear to see you hanging all over him like you do."
"Oh, but it's so much fun for me, Blaise..." There was more than
a hint of seductiveness in her voice.
Draco caught his breath again and decided he didn't need to hear
the rest of their conversation, so he crouched low and made his way behind
a table. From there, he crept behind the couch the two were sitting on,
and then dipped quickly into a shadow on the opposite wall. He stopped
for a few moments to make sure they hadn't seen him, and then he deftly
ran along the wall to the common room door.
He slipped out of a small space in the door, much like the snake
that had slid like water from Harry's grasp, and ran through the dungeons.
Once he had set the book outside of the now-balmy library, he
quietly made his way to the Hogwarts lake. He knew exactly where to find
Harry.
...But how, exactly, he couldn't say, and he didn't stop to think about it.