A/N: Once again, I apologize for the delay of this chapter. I'm getting writers block more frequently, and there's so much going on right now, it's hard for me to concentrate and spend some time writing. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up, but if you leave your email, I will give you a notice when I update.

Previously: Snape was pacing around the room, looking as if he was deciding whether or not to tell them something. What seemed like forever, Snape finally looked up.

"It's time for me to explain everything. I have stalled enough time."

Harry held his breath and waited with anxiety for what was to come.

Harry shifted in his spot, feeling uneasy at the sudden stillness of the room. He could feel his heart pounding and wondered if it was loud enough for the other 2 to hear. He shifted again and looked at Snape, expecting him to start talking. Snape only gave him a withering look and continued pacing around the room. He ruffled his oily hair and finally, he spoke.

"Where do you want me to start?"

"The beginning," Harry said at once.

Snape sighed, "First of all...look Sean, Potter's right, your real name is Draco Malfoy."

"What?" Draco said in a hushed tone. "You're…you're lying! Are you just going along with him?" He pointed at Harry.

"Trust me, I'm not."

"Then why did you give me a fake name?"

"To protect you."

"What was there to protect?"

"Your life."

Harry looked back and forth at them. This wasn't making any sense.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"I will tell you if you would just shut up," Snape snarled. He paused and stood in front of them. "It started with the war. On the that day, Dumbledore put an invisibility spell on me powerful enough so that it wouldn't wear off for the whole day. I spotted Potter and you, Draco, struggling with some Death Eaters. Vold-the Dark Lordwas about to cast the killing curse on Draco andI couldn't allow that to happen. I sprinted towards them butthe Dark Lordwas faster. Luckily, Draco remembered the use of one of the spells I taught him. Imagerio. If you remember, Imagerio is used when an opponent sends a curse at you. It sucks in the power of the spell and creates a shield to protect its user, the spell then reflects the attack back but it will only weaken the opponent instead of giving him or her a full blast of the spell."

"What does that—"

"Potter, I thought I told you to shut up."

Harry remained silent and glowered.

"Draco used the spell and it protected him, though with the little strength he had left, he fainted. The spell made an impact with the Dark Lord's which explained the smoke. I took the chance to bring Draco to a secure area, andput a invisibility spell on him and went into hiding," Snape paused. "Are you following me so far?"

Harry had a million of questions in which he had to ask, but he knew it was best if he asked afterwards. Draco sat silently throughout the whole thing.

"Draco was weakened to the point where he was hanging between life and death. The more stress that he has, the less chance he could have made it. He woke up later in St. Mungos not knowing where and who he was. He didn't even recognize me. He panicked and tried to escape, but I kept him there for a few days."

"I searched for a cure, but as you already know, there are none. The best thing to do was to take him away. I didn't want to remind him of his troubled past since it would have made no sense to him anyway."

"But I checked with a woman for his name after the war!" Harry protested. "They said he wasn't listed there."

"They only check off the bodies they recognize. I took Draco to St. Mungos without checking up with them."

"And then?" Draco finally spoke, his mind spinning.

"I took him to France."

"WHAT?" Harry yelled. "WHY?"

"TO PROTECT HIM! IF THE REMAINING DEATH EATERS FOUND OUT ABOUT DRACO, HE WOULD HAVE BEEN KILLED!"

"There weren't any death eaters left! They were either captured or killed."

"They're not as stupid as you think," Snape sneered. "They each had plans of their own to escape if it gets too much. You should know that death eaters are very selfish. They don't care if the others are in trouble, they would run away tail between their legs, worrying about their lives only."

"What happened after you took him to France?" Harry asked, feeling slightly calmer.

Draco looked at him," I finished school at Beauxbatons. I got a job and moved back to England after I finished school."

"Sean-Draco, I need to speak to Potter alone for a few minutes," Snape said.

Draco nodded and left.

"I know what you're thinking."

"Congratulations, maybe you would have been better off teaching Divination instead," Harry retorted sarcastically.

"Don't give me cheek Pot—"

"He doesn't remember me!" Harry yelled. "Why did you take him away from me?"

"I told you already."

"To protect him? Were you really protecting him from the death eaters," Harry stood up and paused, unsure whether he wanted to finish his own sentence. Taking a shaky breath, he continued. "Or from me?"

Snape looked steadily at him, never letting his piercing gaze drop.

"From both," Snape finally answered after a while.

"Why?" Harry demanded. "You didn't want me to be happy so you took him away from me. Look what happened to him!"

"It was the cause of the war that made him this way," Snape said, ignoring the first comment.

"But you could have brought him to me! I would have been able to look after him."

"He's not a child."

"He's my BOYFRIEND!"

"WELL NOT ANYMORE! DO YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT THE OTHER'S HAPPINESS, OR IS IT ALWAYS ABOUT YOU? DO YOU KNOW WHAT KIND OF STATE HE WAS IN AFTER THE WAR? HE LOST HIS MEMORY! IF YOU THINK HE'D GLADLY ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU WERE TOGETHER, THEN YOU HAVE LOST YOUR MIND. HE COULDN'T EVEN ACCEPT HIS LIFE AS IT IS, AND YOU'RE EXPECTING HIM TO LET YOU BACK IN?" Snape roared.

Harry turned quiet.

"Now let me continue. After he graduated from Beauxbatons, he met Larissa. Larissa was a pregnant young woman. She had nowhere to turn to, especially after her boyfriend ran off. Draco pitied her and took Larissa and Emmick in. They moved into this house afterwards."

"Are they married?" Harry asked.

"No, but they were engaged. Larissa's boyfriend came back for her with hope fora future again. Emmick held a grudge. He knew his father had left him and his mother. Draco tried convincing Larissa to stay, but in the end she left, leaving Draco and Emmick behind," Snape rubbed his tired face. "Emmick looks up to Draco, he's like a second father to him."

"But the thing is, how did he get…you know…like this?"

Snape sighed, "I think it was the fall after he drained his energy. Otherwise, I have no idea what had happened."

"Isn't there a cure?"

"Not that I know of."

Harry bit his bottom lip and furrowed his eyebrows in deep thought. There was a pang of agony in his heart that hurt him every time his heart beat. Draco was no longer the man he knew. Harry felt so useless, not being able to help him remember his past. He was furious with Snape, why couldn't he have done something about Draco's memory? And the fact that he took Draco away from him left him feeling murderous; at the same time, he knew it was for the best. He looked at the door, wondering whether Draco was listening outside.

"But what was with the new name?" Harry wondered out loud.

"If I told him his real name, he would have been able to look up his family tree. Then he'll grow more depressed and angry at himself for not remembering any of the events that had happened."

Finally, all of Harry's questions were all answered. Snape leered at him.

"Well?"

"Well…what?"

"Don't you have anymore questions on that list of yours?"

"Not really."

Snape flared his nostrils, "Good."

Draco walked back in, hiding the shock he had been experiencing for the past 10 minutes. Harry couldn't meet Draco's eyes, knowing it'll be painful when he doesn't notice a hint of recognition from the other man. He ran a shaking hand through his hair, and sighed.

"I guess I'll go," Harry mumbled.

"That's a good idea," Draco mumbled back. Harry barely missed it.

Snape trudged out of the room, leaving Harry standing there for a few minutes. He was starting to grow uncomfortable under Draco's steady gaze. Harry shuffled towards the door, but Draco's voice stopped him.

"So we…were lovers?"

Harry paused. Draco waited patiently for him to speak.

"Yes," Harry said smiling a bit at the thought of the old days. "We were."

"Oh…" was all Draco had time to say as Harry already walked out the door.

The next few days went by slowly. Harry rarely left his room. He hasn't gone back to tutor Emmick in a while. He knew it was Snape that continuously called to tell him to get his arse over there, but he wouldn't receive any calls. Now that Draco knew the truth, he was bound to freak out about it. He didn't want to be there when that happened. He still couldn't get over the fact that Draco has lost his memory. Maybe it was better if he hadn't found Draco in the first place.
Harry lied down on the bed and turned on the TV. After flipping through some extremely boring channels, he turned it back off. Harry looked around. This wasn't how he expected to live his life. He used to imagine it a whole lot more different. He had always thought he would move in with Draco after graduating. They would live in a nice simple house, and live a happy life together, but this was reality. Maybe Harry should go retrieve his money from Gringotts and exchange it for muggle money. He'll be able to live in London. He wasn't ready to return to the wizarding world yet, though the thought had crossed his mind plenty of times. Harry sat up and looked around once more. He wasn't going to spend another week here. Gathering up his stuff, he went down to the lobby to check out.

Upon entering Diagon Alley for the first time in 7 years, Harry was once again astonished at how wonderful the place looked. New shops were built to replace the old ones, and everywhere he looked, there were new things he has never seen before being sold. The sound of laughter and chitchat made Diagon Alley look lively. A woman walked by him and peered up suspiciously. Harry nervously flattened his hair and hurried off towards the direction of Gringotts.

"Vault 710," the goblin announced.

Harry walked into the safe he had had for all his life, and scooped some coins into his bag.

"Um, excuse me, but where can I exchange these for muggle money?" Harry asked.

"The front desk," the goblin said and grinned an evil smile that made Harry feel a bit uneasy. "Back into the cart we go then."

After the short trip, Harry wondered why he used to enjoy the cart ride. Feeling queasy in the stomach, he staggered over to the front desk and dumped his bag on the counter. The goblin looked up and frowned.

"Yes?" it grumbled.

"I would like to exchange these for muggle money."

"Do you have a vault here?" the goblin eyed him.

"Y-yes," Harry stammered, feeling nervous for some reason.

"Name?"

"Harry Potter," Harry mumbled.

"Sorry?"

"Harry Potter…"

"You're going to have to speak up!"

"HAR-RY-POT-TER!"

"Thank you," the goblin smiled nastily.

Several heads turned towards Harry's direction, and immediately whispers sprang up.

"Harry Potter?"

"Didn't he die?"

"Wasn't he banished from the Wizarding world?"

"If I were him, I would never dare show up again, I'd be too ashamed of all the lives I lost."

Harry's cheeks flamed up and he clenched his fists. He was not going to lost control and hex anyone. He tried to remain calm.

"Wasn't Sirius Black his Godfather?"

"Yeah! They found out just about a month ago! But how?"

"The officials went through Mrs. and Mr.'s wedding documents, and they've discovered they had appointed Black to be the godfather."

Harry's heart pounded faster at the mention of his godfather's name.

"If I were them, I would have never picked someone like Black. I would have been smart see, and picked someone less ratty looking."

I will NOT hex anyone, Harry repeated in his mind.

"Thank God he died!"

"How did that happen?"

"My friend, Mona told me he committed suicide!"

I will NOT HEX ANYONE…

"Good! As long as that…thing isn't around anymore, I can sleep properly."

I will NOT hex anyone…no one at all…

"Ah but I also heard that Black—"

"DON'T YOU TWO HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO THEN EXCHANGE GOSSIP?" Harry snapped, finally losing it.

"—was…innocent," the lady finished lamely.

The 2 women backed away andmade quick stridesout of the bank.

"Mr. Potter, I don't allow anyone to yell ato ur customers. If you would kindly escort yourself out of here without makingmore rackus, it will be very much appreciated," the goblin said in a sharp tone.

"But my money—"

"Has been taken care of and is in your bag. Now kindly remove yourself from Gringotts, or we will help you."

Harry took his bag and hurried out of the bank, face burning with embarrassment. He couldn't believe he lost control so easily. This was one thing he dreaded most about returning to the Wizarding world; the gossip and rumors flying around. In the muggle world, no one knew or gave a damn who he was. He was just an ordinary man, but here, he apparently was still well known.

Harry took a few steady breaths and looked around. Wanting to leave already, Harry started walking. Suddenly, he heard someone call his name. He looked around and spotted no one, but people staring and casting him dark looks. He heard someone calling his name again, and turned around. There was Ron and Hermione running in his direction. As much as he was still slightly fuming about the last words they exchanged, he couldn't help feel his spirits lift as he watched them approach him.

"Harry! What are you doing here?" Hermione asked, breathless from the running.

"I came to exchange some money. How did you know I was here?"

"We were on our way to the bank when we heard people talking about you—"

"Oh great! I was here for only 10 minutes and look what happens," Harry said frustrated.

"They weren't saying anything bad mate, they were just saying how surprised they were that you're back," Ron cut in.

"Oh…"

"Well where have you been? We were so worried when we couldn't find you!" Hermione asked, peering at him anxiously.

"What made you stop worrying?" Harry asked.

"Well…when Ron spotted you checking into a hotel, so we were pretty relieved."

"Were you followed me?" Harry exclaimed, feeling anger bubbling again.

"I wouldn't call it following," Ron and Hermione's face burnt with guilt.

"Then what do you call it?"

"Checking up on you once in a while," Hermione said.

"Once in a while? Do you mean you've been 'checking up on me' all this time and have never said a single world to me?" Harry's voice rose. He wasn't a kid anymore, and yet histwo 'friends' were treating him like one.

"We were worried!" Hermione explained. "We didn't know what else to do."

"You could have just talked to me!"

"But you would have pushed us away!" Ron argued.

"Can we talk about this somewhere else?" Hermione pleaded.

Harry looked at Hermione's anxious eyes, to Ron's worried frown, and sighed. Agreeing with them, they set off to the Leaky Cauldron.

TBC

A/N: I have no idea what Harry's vault # is. So if you know, just tell me through a review. This may not be the BEST chapter…but to tell you the truth, I have no idea where to start with after this. To me, the characters are getting more OC by the second. I don't have anything planned for the next few chapters, so basically I have really bad writers block right now. So please leave a review and maybe give me some suggestions?