A/N: I shall repeat what I've been saying for the past few chapters. I WILL be continuing this story. I've recently decided to make a trilogy out of Sealed Kiss, and Forgotten Memories, so there will be even more to come. I must thank those who are still waiting patiently, I love you all. This chapter is rather short, but the next one should be longer.
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Previously: "That's about it. Now, why don't you help me with these books, and come have dinner after?"
Harry had never felt so thankful.

"Well, this is crap," Ron said breaking the silence, carelessly closing the book he was reading and throwing it in the growing pile of books they've looked through. "I'm beginning to think there's no such thing as a time potion."

"There's must be if Harry used that library. Why else would these books come?" Hermione reasoned, flipping madly through the pages.

Harry's eyes were sore from forcing himself to read. With the new hope he had, he was determined to find anything that had to do with time traveling whether it was legal or not. Draco hasn't called all week, but Harry still found himself checking his cell phone every house.

Every night, he would lie awake for a least an hour thinking about the memories he shared with Draco, wishing he could somehow repeat them. The only way he ever manages to fall asleep was by clutching a spare pillow tightly, pretending it was Draco. But it was never enough.

He yawned and settled the book he was reading on his lap. Lying down on the couch, Harry closed his eyes and before he could stop himself, he was fast asleep

"It's in here!" Ron suddenly exclaimed loudly from the kitchen.

Harry sat upright immediately and rushed into the kitchen, almost tripping over the coffee table to get there.

"It says here it was first discovered by Walton Theobald in 1794. He made it because his girlfriend died trying to capture a bicorn," Ron read out loud, raising an eyebrow. "How romantic."

Hermione glared at Ron and grabbed the book from him to continue reading. "After being denied access to a time turner from the Ministry, Theobald brewed the time potion by accident. His research was not well known at the time, nor has it ever been completed." She looked up at Harry. "I have a bad feeling about this."

"But it's the only one we found," Ron said.

"There must be some other way."

"There isn't! We looked through everything already."

"Harry, you can't possibly consider trying this," Hermione said exasperated.

"Can you continue reading?" Harry ignored the worried look on her face.

Hermione sighed, but continued nevertheless. "The time potion can be made by combining the complex Draught of Living Death, and a petal from the rare purple rose. The drinker will fall asleep permanently leaving only their body behind. Past attempts have left two witches dead. No one ever found out whether Theobald himself have been successful or not."

There was a silence as she flipped the page. Ron looked more worried now that they found out more information. Harry, on the other hand, could not be anymore excited.

"Let's try this," he finally decided with determination.

"No way, you can't do this Harry! Weren't you listening? Two people have died drinking this," Hermione exclaimed, her eyes wide with disbelief. "I won't let you do this to yourself."

"What about Theobald? No one knew whether he succeeded or not. There's a possibility he did," Harry reasoned.

"There's also an even larger possibility he didn't; besides, if it doesn't work, you will never see Draco again because you would be dead."

Harry clenched his fists. "It's something I'm willing to try. There's no point in living with the pain of knowing he forgot everything."

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"Yes, I am! Are you?"

"I'm not letting you do this," Hermione repeated, with a definite tone.

Harry glared at her, trying to calm the anger inside him. "I don't give a damn. I'm still trying it with or without your help. If you haven't noticed, I'm miserable. Before I sleep every night, I'm always thinking whether there's even a point in waking up the next day, but I still do. Not for you, not for myself, but for Draco. I love him too much to give up on him. Now that we've actually found something that might work, I'm not letting this chance slip away. Despite the fact that I might die as a result, it's something I'm willing to risk. Life without him is something that's not worth much value to me."

Harry let out a shaky breath, startled to find Hermione's eyes filled with tears. Ron looked quite taken back after hearing what Harry had to say. With a last look at them, Harry headed to his room, leaving them silent and stunned.

It was past 10 when Ron finally made an appearance in his room. He stood awkwardly by Harry's bed. Harry turned around to face his best friend.

"You know I'll help," Ron said with a half-grin.

Harry let out a relieved chuckle that sounded strange even to him. It has been a while since he last laughed.

Hermione came in moments later and stood beside Ron. They both looked at each other for a minute; Harry knew her response before she said it.

"I'll get the ingredients first thing tomorrow."

Harry reached up and pulled them into a bone crushing hug.