Author's note: Allo you amazing readers! And here we are in Greece!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that JKR has written about, but I simply borrow those characters and twist them into random plots.

Chapter Eleven:

My Heart Escapes

Harry's POV

I was sitting in my office when an unfamiliar owl tapped on the window. I raised a confused brow and headed for the window. The bird flew right in and landed on my desk. It held its leg out impatiently. I rummaged through my drawers and gave it a treat and water as I opened the letter.

Potter,

Even though we're quite civil and almost friends, it is still weird writing to you for any type of help. Anyways, besides the point. What I'm getting at is that I do indeed need your help. Hermione and I are currently in Germany. We've went abroad to try to see if a few contacts I have could help her in the memory department. So far, she has remembered three things. I feel like this could really happen. I have a lot of hope and faith in these people helping us.

What we've found out thus far is, whomever did this to her didn't use a simple oblivate. It's something more than that. We're not sure what it is yet, but thus far Nathalie and Kirk have used a potion and a spell upon her (separately) and she's remembered little. This spell and potion was all or nothing. It was fully bring her memory back or it wouldn't. And by them partially working means that whatever was used on her wasn't one or the other.

I'm trying my arse off. I hate to see her look so disappointed after these methods don't work. So, I'm hoping something gives soon. Anyways, something Nathalie said really struck a cord within me. She asked why the Doctor who helped us didn't do any of this. And I've been thinking about it and I wonder the same thing.

So I'm asking you for a favor, Potter. I need you to spy, well, investigate Doctor Faint. Something tells me that he isn't what we thought he was. Call it just a feeling, but I can't shake it. If he has anything to do with Hermione losing her memory I will kill him. I don't care what you have to do, just find something out. I would be doing that right this moment, but I can't be in two places at once.

If you don't do this for me, do this more so for Hermione. She's your best friend. She means a lot to you. She's helped your arse out in some of the worst situations. Thanks Potter.

- D

I sat there for a moment digesting everything Draco wrote. He and Hermione were out of the country trying to figure out what was going on with her memory. Every owl I've sent to Hermione has come back. I figured she was fine just busy researching. I felt better now that I knew exactly where she was.

I quickly took out a piece of parchment and wrote Draco back.

Draco,

Of course I'll do this. Anything to help Hermione. Plus, I owe her my life and then some. Keep me updated on what's happening. Wishing you both the best.

- H

I tied the note around the owl and it took out without a backwards glance. Now I needed to think of a plan.

Hermione's POV

I woke from my nap to find Draco sitting next to me reading a book. He felt me shift and shut his book.

"Have a good nap?"

"I think so. I needed one. I just had to sleep the disappointment away."

"Oh, Hermione. Come here," he said.

I did as he asked and scooted over to him.

"I'm sorry you're so disappointed about all of this," he said stroking my hair.

"It's ok. It's not our faults. It's whomever did this to me."

"It is. Hopefully going to Greece really helps. I hate to see that look on your face," he said quietly.

"I know. I can see it on yours too. I hate it."

We both sat there in silence.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"About 6:30."

"I'm hungry," I moaned.

I felt Draco chuckle. "You're always hungry. I don't know what I'm going to do with you. Now, come on," he said grabbing my hand and leading me downstairs.

When we got there, Kirk was sitting at his position at the head of the table.

"There you two are," he said.

"Sorry, I took a nap," I say with a smile.

"That's quite fine. You've had such a long morning."

Draco and I took our seats and began placing things on our plates.

"I've spoken to Darius. He said that you two can pop over there in two days. He wants to do a bit of research before he has you over, if you two don't mind."

"That's fine. We can do some sight seeing," I say.

"Despite the circumstances, this is almost like a vacation," Draco added.

"It kind of is, isn't it? Traveling the world as well as trying to get my memory back."

Draco and I both smile. It sounded so silly and surreal that we had to smile.

"Fantastic. I'll tell Darius you're fine with the plans then."

We both nodded as Kirk got up and headed to his study.

After dinner, Draco and I headed to our room and sat out on the balcony.

The backyard was beautiful. It was vast and lit up with tiny fairy lights. There were so many flowers that I wanted to go and pick them all. But instead, I sat there cuddled against Draco's side.

"This is nice," I murmured.

"It is. I've missed it."

"Me too."

"Hermione?"

"Yes Draco?"

"Your memory of you stroking my face after we confessed we loved each other. . ." he trailed off.

"You want to know if I love you or was it just from the memory?" I provided.

He nodded not looking at me.

I sit up and turn his face towards me.

"Draco, I wasn't going to tell you this just yet, but I think I am falling for you, again. It's hard not to. You know me so well and you get me. I don't have to explain myself to you. I don't even have to say a word and you know. It's endearing. No one has ever been that way with me, ever. Not even Ron. But with me seeing that memory today, it confirmed everything I was feeling. It made it all so simple for me. So I think it's easy to say that I do love you Draco. It just comes to me so easily," I finished.

I saw his eyes search my face to see if it were true or not. I supposed he saw the truth because before I knew it, his lips were on mine. The were fervent and excited. I closed my eyes and got lost in the moment.

Draco pulled back and looked down at me. "You have no idea how good it is to hear those words again. I've missed saying them to you. I've missed hearing them," he poured out.

"Well, get used to it," I said with a smile.

"You don't have to worry about that. I love you, Hermione."

"I love you, Draco."

His lips crashed upon mine once again.

The two days sight seeing in Germany went by rather quickly. We had fun even though we were in such a strange situation. All that mattered was that Draco and I were making new memories and going on with life despite everything.

Draco packed up our bag and we headed down the stairs. Kirk was standing at the door waiting on us.

"Thank you again, Kirk. You've helped us a great deal," Draco said shaking his hand.

"It's no problem," Kirk said shaking his hand back.

"Thank you," I say as I gave him a quick hug.

"No problem. Whenever you two want to visit Germany again, you always have a place to stay! Please keep me informed on the situation."

"We will! Bye Kirk!" I called.

We walked over to the place we landed when we first arrived. Our portkey was setting in the grass waiting for us. We left in the same fashion we arrived in.

When I feel the land under my feet, I open my eyes. We're on a cliff overlooking the sea. It's breath-taking. I stare in awe as Draco chuckles beside me.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" He asks.

I dumbly nod. I've never been to a more beautiful place. Sometime Draco and I would have to come back and visit this place.

Draco steers us around and our eyes come to stop on a modest house a few meters from our position. Draco gave my hand one last squeeze as we headed towards the front door. Before we had time to knock, the door opens revealing an eccentric man with dark hair tied up in a pony tail and loud clothing.

"You must be Draco and Hermione. Come in," he ushered.

Draco let me enter first. The house was beautiful. It was modest and sweet compared to the two houses, and even her own home, she's been staying at for the past week and a half. It was a nice change. It almost felt like I was back in the Muggle world. Where everything was simple, but I wasn't. I was in Greece. Magical Greece. And I don't think I would change a thing even though I have lost a bit of my memory.

Darius stood in front of us with his hands clasped behind his back.

"All right, I'll get down to business," he stated starting to pace. "Ok I have been researching non-stop for two days and I think I may have found something promising. Kirk and Nathalie have both informed me on every detail of your situation. And I think this time I'm going to combine their efforts. I think I've come up with the perfect spell and potion combination."

Draco and I both looked at him.

"Come, I'll tell you more about it," he motioned to us to follow him.

Draco's POV

The house wasn't particularly large, but did have personality. It almost, almost made me want to abandon the Manor and move into a home like this. A home that wasn't enormous. A home that I could see Hermione and I raising our children. A home where the sun could shine in every room. I'd have to think about this some more. I loved the Manor for the sole reason that I spent all of my life there.

If Hermione didn't regain her memory, then maybe that could be our new start. She was the same Hermione, but she had just learned to love me all over again. And I could honestly say that I learned to lover her more so than I ever thought I could. So maybe a new start was in order. The answer would be determined by what happened today.

As Hermione and I followed Darius through his home, I rubbed the back of her hand to reassure her that everything would be ok. She would smile up at me every once in awhile. I tried to tell her that whatever may come, I would always love her with every look and action I made.

We reached a door in the den. Darius opened it and walked down a flight of stairs. It was completely dark so I took out my wand and quickly cast a Lumos spell before we followed him. When we reached the bottom step, light flooded the room.

Hermione and I look around in amazement. The basement was bigger than the house. It was laboratory. It was white and sterile.

"All right, Mrs. Malfoy would you mind coming over here?" Darius asked, his back to them.

Hermione gave me one last look before walking over to Darius. He turned to her and gave her a beaker of grey cloudy liquid.

"This is the first part of the procedure. Hermione is to drink this and it's supposed to stimulate her consciousness and her unconsciousness at the same time. Once she drinks everyone drop, I will then cast a spell on her. The spell, Templum, will completely open both of them. And with that, we hope to achieve the things that have been lurking in her subconscious to merge with her conscious."

I thought about this. He did seem to know what he was talking about. He combined everything Kirk and Nathalie did in a week and a half and doubled it. I looked up at the man standing in front of me and nodded.

"Ok, Hermione take a seat and drink the potion once you are ready."

Hermione took a deep breath in and let it out. She put the beaker to her lips and quickly, like a shot, drained the whole thing in a few seconds. Darius waited a few minutes and then promptly used the spell. I saw the glazed expression on Hermione's face like I saw last time. It seemed somehow more intense like this could actually could work fully. I waited with bated breath.

When Hermione seemed to snap out of whatever was happening, she took a loud breath and doubled over. I immediately hurried over to her and knelt beside her. I took her right hand in mine.

"Hermione are you ok?" I asked desperately.

She looked over at me.

"I remembered something new. I know I don't remember everything, but I remembered something really important," she rushed.

"What is it?"

"I remembered our wedding, Draco. Our wedding. It was beautiful. You looked so handsome. The Manor was decorated so wonderfully. And my dress, my dress was the most amazing thing I have ever worn. The whole ceremony was perfect. Our wedding was perfect," she said as tear slid down her cheeks.

I stood up and pulled her to me. She sobbed into my chest as I rubbed her back. When she composed herself, she leaned back and looked up at me.

"Are you ok?" I asked tentatively.

She nodded. "I'm sorry. It was just a lot to take in in such a short time. It was really perfect, wasn't it?"

"It really was. I'm so glad you remember that. That was one of the best moments of my life," I said rubbing the sides of face. I kiss her quickly on the lips and looked at Darius.

"What do we do now?" I asked afraid of the answer.

Darius seemed to be a bit stunned. "I, I don't know."

I sighed. I was getting tired of this Kneazle chase.

"I could send you to someone else," Darius said quickly.

"No. I-I'm getting tired of this!" Hermione spoke up.

Darius and I both looked at her stunned.

"Hermione, I thought you wanted to get your memory fully back," I say.

"And I do, but even the doctor says not to stress myself out and I am. This is so stressful for me and you. So, I think we should stop trying for now."

I looked into her brown eyes. I could see the determination she always wore when we were children. I couldn't deny her. I didn't want her to be so stressed out about all of this. I had to make sure we were all healthy.

"All right," I say quietly.

She nods and looks back down.

"Thank you for your help Darius. I think that's the most progress we have ever made. She's never remembered a full memory before," I give him a smile.

"Anything to help."

"Thank you," Hermione said quietly.

He gave us a smile.

"We'll go get a hotel and leave out in the morning," I told him.

He nodded as Hermione and I walked up the stairs.

Hermione had fallen asleep hours ago, but I couldn't turn my brain off.

She had cried herself to sleep. I did my best to comfort her, or as much as she'd let me. I told her over and over again that once the baby's born I would throw myself completely into this and we'd get all of her memories back. She told me that if she didn't, she'd be ok with the scant few she got to hold on to. She's ok with making new ones. As long as she was with me and our baby.

I rubbed her back as she breathed into my neck. I kissed her head every once in awhile. As long as I had my family by my side everything would be ok. It had to be.

A/N: Kind of weird opening up with Harry's POV, but I promised you'd get to read the letter. Also, if you want me to throw in what Harry's done next chapter, tell me! An emotionally charged chapter. I hoped you enjoyed it. :)