-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: Still got tons of homework. I'm amazed
I pulled this chapter out of my head tonight. Be thankful! :D
***
Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His insides were
fluttering as if he had swallowed a jar of moths and they were now fighting
to get out of his stomach. He put a hand over his middle and tottered slightly
on his feet. He wasn't sure if he was ready for this... but at the same
time, it was what he had wanted all along.
It was his wedding day.
Harry reached up a hand and fiddled with a white rose that was
pinned to the top of the dress he was wearing. He brushed away a lock of
hip-length jet black hair and looked back upwards. He turned his face to
the sky and breathed deeply, desperately trying to will away his nervous
feelings.
While Harry was absent-mindedly smoothing his dress and still
fidgeting, a strong hand reached up next to him to pull his own away. A
familiar, taintless voice filled his ears and shook him gently out of his
thoughts.
"Are you ready?"
Harry blushed inwardly and turned to look into a pair of pristine,
spectral-blue eyes.
"Yes. I'm ready for anything, as long as you're here."
The eyes smiled.
Harry turned to face the handsome man next to him and instantly
felt a blinding pain in the left side of his stomach. It was deep and he
felt as though he was being burned from the inside. He looked down and
saw crimson ribbons beginning to seep through his once-snow white-dress.
The pain was throbbing.
He slowly looked back up, horrified, into the pale eyes that had
now hardened to a steely gray. They were narrowed and the man held up a
long, thin wand that was half covered in what Harry thought was his own
blood.
"No...," he forced out in a shaky whisper.
"I had to do it - you understand," the voice answered back quietly.
Harry felt as though his limbs were turning into lead. His heart
felt as though it had trembled and died, but somehow he was still alive.
He covered his burning wound with his hand and gasped at the pain, almost
doubling over.
He grit his teeth. "All this time and you still went along with
everyone else. I know you love me, I know it. Why did you do it?"
The pain was blinding his vision and his eyelids were getting
heavier.
"You know how this pains me... please don't make it any harder.
Don't fight it," the voice hovered back to Harry's ears through the darkness.
Two hands reached out to clasp Harry's face gently. The bloody wand left
red stains on his cheeks.
Harry screeched and pulled the hands away from his face in rage.
He opened his eyes, which had turned a deep and deadly green. He no longer
felt the pain in his side. In fact, he felt numb. And betrayed.
"What's the point of living if you CAN'T LIVE WILDLY?" he shrieked,
squeezing his lover's hands a bit too tightly. The other man yelped in
pain as his own blood began to run over his fingers.
Harry closed his eyes and was engulfed in a venomous green rage.
His long hair lifted and flowed around his body, swirling fast above his
head as though he were in the middle of a hurricane.
"NO!" the man yelled.
"YES!" Harry shot back, grinning.
He opened his eyes and saw the churning green light surrounding
him. He began to laugh disturbingly loudly with deranged mirth. He held
out his hands and phantom green flames seemed to grow out of his palms.
He pressed one hand into the man's chest, and his other hand into his own
chest. Their hearts were covered. Blood began to drip to the floor in a
bright red puddle from his exertion.
Harry blinked back tears and breathed, "Diavlos Amoren Estoyes
Malademnus..!"
White-hot light spiked out between his fingers and drowned the
two lovers. Almost instantly, the light was gone and they were crumpling,
lifeless, to the ground. There they laid dead, their hands clasped together,
and a poison-black tear had escaped each eye.
Harry was plunged into darkness.
***
"NO! I WON'T LET YOU DO THIS TO ME!"
Harry squeezed his hand around something in a bone-breaking clench.
"YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME ALONE - "
A stinging pain shot across Harry's cheek.
"POTTER! Wake up! What the bloody hell are you dreaming about?!
You're hurting me!"
Harry forced open his eyes and immediately saw a pair of silver
eyes, narrowed and glinting furiously into Harry's own. Harry's hand was
clamped shut around the chest of Draco's robes. He widened his eyes and
let go, scooting away quickly. Why did I dream I was a girl?, he thought
in confusion.
"I'm - I'm sorry - "
Draco scowled and rubbed his chest. "Merlin, Potter, you've got
some grip. I think you pierced my nipple."
"What happened?" Harry asked, looking embarrassed at Draco's comment.
"How should I know? It was your dream, not mine."
"Well, I was at a wedding or something, and I got killed - don't
laugh, Draco - "
"You, have a wedding? The girls only want you because you're
famous!" Draco busted out in laughter.
Harry lunged forward and pushed Draco onto the grass and pretended
to hit him. Draco swiped back and only managed to clip Harry's ear. Harry
sincerely laughed for the first time since he'd gotten his memory back.
It felt good to laugh. He felt pure and the butterflies were back in his
stomach again.
"At least this time they're good butterflies...," he said quietly
to himself.
"What?" asked Draco.
"Er - nothing - "
"I bet this has to do with your dream. Who were you marrying,
Potter?" Draco asked with a sneer.
"I, um, don't know, actually. I saw their eyes, but nothing else,"
Harry replied. As he said this, his gaze instantly flicked up to stare
at Draco's.
"Er, why are you looking at me like that?" Draco asked, uneasily.
Harry shifted. Those eyes reminded me of you, he wanted
to say. He couldn't do it. Draco would think he was too weird. He sat back
against a tree and looked up at the sky.
"No reason..."
Draco sat next to Harry and looked up too. "Beautiful night."
Harry nodded. It really was. The sky was velvety black and dotted
with a bunch of scattered, twinkling stars. It felt pleasantly warm outside,
as though the sky was a huge blanket that was keeping them snug on earth.
The moon wasn't out, so the sky looked even more pure and unreal. The rain
had gone and there was a balmy, refreshing breeze that blew lightly through
the boys' hair.
"I forgive you," Harry said quietly, after a long pause.
"You forgive me? How's that work? And what for,
anyway?"
"For our argument earlier. It must be strange to see your enemy
acting like a totally different person. I'd probably have done the same
thing you did."
Draco didn't say anything. He felt a little uncomfortable.
"Harry, there's something you need to - "
"Don't. Not right now. Don't ruin this," Harry cut him off. "I
can tell something's bothering you, because something's bothering me, too.
Just leave it for now."
"But - "
Harry reached out a hand and pressed a finger to Draco's lips.
Draco's eyes widened in shock and then he looked a little indignant. Harry
watched him quietly.
"Fine," Draco said.
Harry felt Draco's lips move against his fingers and it was like
a tiny electric shockwave that jolted lightly through his hand and up his
arm.
Draco felt it too. That was weird... why won't he move his
finger? Guess I'll have to do it for him.
Draco flicked out his tongue and licked Harry's finger, grinning.
Harry watched his finger flash shining jet black scales for a split second,
and then he gasped and pulled away.
"What's up?" Draco asked. "Can't handle my tongue?"
Harry stared and scooted a little ways away from Draco. "Uh, I'm
fine, it was nothing - "
"I'm just kidding."
"...Right. What time is it, anyway?"
"Um, a little ways after midnight, I think. Why? Going to bed
already?"
"No... I think I'll just sleep out here. I don't like the people
in my common room, anyhow," Harry yawned. He stretched out on the grass.
The ground was tilting up in a hill towards his head, so he didn't need
a pillow.
Draco looked a little disgusted. "It's nice out here, Potter,
but the ground is also dirty. I don't get you Gryffindors."
Harry turned his head and glared. "Don't you ever call me that.
I already told you, I think me being in Gryffindor is a mistake. I don't
even think I belong there."
Draco held up his hands in front of him as if to mock back-off.
"Fine," he answered.
"So where are you going to sleep? In your warm, clean Slytherin
bed?" Harry grinned.
Draco looked almost thoughtful. He was thinking about going back
to the common room and having to face Blaise and Pansy - and he didn't
want that. He took off his long black robe and gingerly spread it out on
the grass next to Harry. He made sure not to put it too close. I hope
I can get my robe clean after this, he thought, frowning.
"I think I'll stay out here and keep you company, I guess. I have
nothing better to do. Imagine, a Slytherin befriending a Gryffin-- " He
cut himself off before he could finish the word, remembering what Harry
had asked of him.
Harry feigned shock. "Am I that bad to hang out with, or what?"
Draco playfully hit Harry's shoulder and answered, "Yes!"
Harry sat up and hit Draco back, but not hard. "Well, you're horrible,
too!"
"But that's different. I know I'm horrible," he replied, grinning.
Harry grinned and started to tickle Draco between his ribs.
"Hahaha - Harry - no, stop - please, get off - Harry! -
" Draco gasped, trying to tickle Harry back. He had completely forgotten
about what he was troubled about earlier.
The air rung with the sound of their laughter. It was an amazing sight, to see two enemies suddenly become what would seem like best friends to any onlookers. And they wouldn't sleep for another few hours, not until the sun was tinging their world a rosy pink.