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Warnings: This chapter does contain mentions of violence/abuse and injury. It is mild, but just in case any mention of violence and/or injury bugs you.
A/N: Yes, I do realize that it has been less than a week since I last updated, but I am really anxious for you all to read this story. Plus, I also received a review, and reviews are to be rewarded. I am also interested in learning where you all think this story should go. I have several other chapters already written, but I am open to alterations if I receive some ideas that I think fit in with what I've already written. I really do appreciate all of you who have read this and for the review from Lizzie's last night. I do respond to all reviewers and greatly appreciate any criticism or praise you wish to give. Anyway, this is getting long winded. So, without further ado, here is chapter 3 of Secrets, Secrets are No Fun! Enjoy!
Waiting for Minister Shacklebolt to come with news was agonizing. He came by every week to check in with me and see how I was doing. He always did that when Harry was on a mission. I was the only person that was visited personally by the minister unless it was due to a fatality. I never did understand it. I always chalked it up to Harry being protective and not wanting some first year probationary field agent getting confusing information. At the beginning of the mission, I thought that Harry was going to be able to write, but Minister Shacklebolt quickly curtailed that thought.
However, he did advise that I send pictures of myself to Harry. I never did understand that either, but for the first month or so, I sent him pictures. I even contacted Luna Lovegood, who'd started a photography business on the side after graduation, for professional photos to send. I could imagine the look on Harry's face when he received them. I wished that Harry would come home soon. Now, though, I guess it really doesn't matter.
Minister Shacklebolt came personally with more news almost two weeks ago on Harry's condition. It wasn't looking very good. Harry could barely remember anything. I remember that conversation like it was just a few hours ago…
"Draco."
"Minister Shacklebolt. What do I owe the pleasure?"
"I've told you, please call me Kingsley. And I come to give you updated news on Harry's current condition."
"Oh dear Merlin, is he dead? No! He can't be dead. Please tell me he isn't dead. He can't be dead…"
"Draco, calm down. Harry is alive. Okay? He's alive. However, he doesn't seem to remember a lot of things. It's still early, so he may recover most or all of his memory back. Unfortunately though, as of right now, Harry doesn't even remember Ron and Hermione. We've asked him questions about you as well, but all we get are blank stares from him or a shrug of the shoulders. I know this is tough, but I need you to stay as positive as possible. Maybe now would be the best opportunity to get a dog. It could be better for you than sitting alone in this flat. It's just an idea."
I could only nod. Harry had been injured badly. He didn't seem to remember anything. I couldn't talk to him, but I also wasn't allowed to sink into a depression. I should get a dog…a dog. Really? Now? Now seemed like a good time to get a dog? I wasn't sure, but what could it hurt?
So, I seriously considered getting a dog. I wanted an Alaskan husky. I'd always loved their beauty, strength, and agility. It was something I'd been considering since about three weeks into Harry's mission. We hadn't been apart this long since before we started dating. I had been planning something special for Harry when he came home, but I wasn't going to get the chance to put them into practice.
"Draco?" I recognized the voice, but it wasn't Minister Shacklebolt's like I had become accustomed.
"Hermione?" I spun around to see none other than Healer Hermione Granger standing in my living room. "Is everything okay? Please, come in and sit. What's going on? How is Harry? Is he okay?"
"Hello, Draco. Harry is fine, all things considered. He suffered several broken bones and lacerations. Some of which became infected because they were never healed properly. I'm here because I needed to talk to you about his amnesia. I have some good news and bad news. Which would you like to hear first?"
"Bad news…no! Good news…no! Bad news…no! Definitely good news. Yeah. Good news, please."
"Okay. Well, good news is Harry knows who you are. However, he knows you as his school rival instead of his boyfriend. I'm sorry. It seems that as of now, Harry doesn't remember anything from the past seven or so years."
"It's okay. At least he knows who I am. That's good, right?" Hermione nodded. "Okay, well, I've already changed his mind about our rivalry once. So, I should be able to do it again, right?"
"In theory. In practice, however, I'm not so sure. Draco, I know you want to be there for him, but I also don't want you to get hurt by this. It may be best to just abandon the relationship and find someone else."
"NO! Harry never gave up on me, and I'm not giving up on him. I will stay with him through everything; regardless of he thinks I'm his enemy or his boyfriend. Can I see him or is he still in Argentina?"
"Harry is currently still in Argentina. Kingsley is making arrangements to transport Harry back home. He will be able to finish his care in St. Mungo's. However, I'm not sure how long that will take. I just wanted to come by and warn you about his condition before Harry was transported here. As soon as I have more information, I will let you know. Okay?"
"Thank you, Hermione. I really do appreciate everything," I said, giving a weak smile.
"Stay strong. He'll be home soon," she said smiling back and getting up to leave.
I watched her walk out the front door and felt nothing but hollow emptiness. That was the day that I decided with one hundred percent certainty that I was going to get an Alaskan husky. She was beautiful and unique. I named her Lily after Harry's late mother. Lily was special because she had one light blue, almost silver eye and the other was a stunning emerald green. She went with me everywhere, and I truly believe that without her I would have spiraled into a dark place I'd never been before.
Dear Mr. Malfoy,
As you know, Mr. Potter is being prepared for transport out of Argentina. However, due to the security of this case, I cannot disclose the location or name of the hospital. I can only tell you that it is not in England, but it is closer than Argentina. I understand your frustrations with this new piece of information, but please understand it was done entirely to protect Mr. Potter. As more news becomes available, we will inform you as much and as quickly as possible. Please be patient.
Sincerely,
Kingsley Shacklebolt
Minister of Magic
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