Memory

Written by StrawberryGirl87

In the heat of an argument Ginny curses Harry with memory loss and makes him disappear. In Harry's absence something is happening to Ginny that is making her lose control and start turning dark. Meanwhile Harry has landed in the strangest of places with no memory of who he is. They will fight to get his memory back and help him prevent another Dark lord from rising. DRARRY. MPREG.

Chapter Two – Discovery

Draco's rose garden was his pride and joy in life. The only thing he loved more was his only son Scorpius. His wife had served her purpose, she had made his parents happy and provided a male heir to the Malfoy name. Now they had a mutual agreement that they would live separate lives while their son was at school. Theirs was a loveless marriage of convenience. He hadn't fought it when his mother and father had arranged it, preferring a quiet life.

After bidding farewell to his son on platform 9 ¾'s on his first day of school he had moved away from the family estate, wanting the solitude that living alone afforded and also giving him the space and time he needed to grow his roses and enjoy them.

Every colour imaginable bloomed here and with magical aid they blossomed all year round. The gardens were seeped with magic and the air was saturated with it. The ministry had warned Draco on two separate occasions that if he were to have this much magic floating around then he would face a sentence in Azkaban if a muggle were to step foot inside his property. For this reason and a few others Draco had been very careful to guard this place from unwanted visitors. This was his oasis, no one bothered him here unless it was an emergency, which was why he was so surprised when Harry Potter suddenly appeared in his garden out of nowhere.

He had seen Harry every September on platform 9 ¾'s since Scorpius had started going to Hogwarts but aside from slight knowing smiles and a handful of pleasantries they hasn't ever really spoken. Draco owed Harry his life, the war had changed them both, their childhood bickering insignificant in the wake of the war that had followed.

Seeing him appear so suddenly had startled him, he remained where he stood, watching. Harry had aged well, despite being thirty-nine he looked years younger. Draco noted the worn jeans, t-shirt and bare feet. He didn't miss the clueless expression either. Something wasn't right here.

"Harry?" Draco asked softly with confusion and at the sound of his voice the dark haired looked up in alarm.

"Who are you, where am I, what's going on?" Harry asked in a rush of words as he began scrambling backwards in a wild panic trying to put distance between them. In his haste a stray branch from one of Draco's rose caught him on the forehead and a thorn dragged across his tanned skin leaving pinpricks of blood in its wake.

Instantly Draco went to him, removing a tissue from his pocket as he knelt down to Harry's level, inspecting the small cut. "It's okay" Draco said as Harry flinched when he went to wipe the blood away. "I'm not going to hurt you." Slowly Harry nodded his agreement to be touched by this apparent stranger, allowing Draco to tend to him. "Not that I mind but what are you doing here?"

"I … I don't know … I woke up and I was here."

"You don't remember how you got here?" Harry shook his head, a confused look in his eyes as he stared up at Draco, silently pleading with him. "Well my name is Draco, we went to school together. Do you really not remember anything?"

"No, I just woke up and I was here. Where is here?"

"Here is my garden, you see that house over there, that is where I live" Draco said motioning to his beloved chocolate box cottage with its thatched roof and honeysuckle covering the walls. Even in the late evening it looked beautiful.

"It's lovely here" Harry said, relaxing a little more at Draco's touch.

"Thank you. You're cut is fine, nothing major but maybe you should stay here tonight, then we can figure out what happened to you in the morning" Draco said with a kind smile. Harry however looked a little hesitant. "It's okay" Draco said standing and offering his hand to harry to help him up, much like how he had when they were eleven. "Nothing is going to happen to you here" He said and after a moment of hesitation harry accepted the out stretched hand and allowed Draco to pull him to his feet.

As their skin met there was a spark of electricity that passed between them, giving off a tingling sensation that Draco couldn't' explain. It didn't feel bad, in fact it felt like the exact opposite.

HPDM

Fourteen year old James, thirteen year old Albus and eleven year old Lily had all been woken in the middle of the night and flooed over to their aunt and uncles house with no explanation as to what was going on. None of the children were dim, even sleepy they knew that something was very wrong.

James however knew more than his siblings. He had been awake and listening as his parents had fought. He was good at listening, it had made him the top of his class at school and he was more observant than most so had picked up on the friction between his parents even when they had tried so valiantly to conceal it. He listened when no one else knew he was there and for that reason he knew that his dad was gone and that it was his mother's fault.

He lay awake in his cousin Hugo's bedroom, listening to his brother and cousin snore softly. James had known about his mother's affair and he hated her for causing this. He could never forgive her for breaking up the family like this.

Meanwhile downstairs Ron quickly explained to Hermione what had happened and why they were suddenly inundated with three more children. She hadn't been told of Harry's predicament any more than Ginny had. Out of the three friends she had always been the worrier. Now Ron filled in his wife about the concerns Harry had shared with him. They very quickly made the decision not to make Harry's disappearance public knowledge. This choice was made in fear that anyone wanting to hurt Harry might take advantage of his disappearance and find him first.

If his scar really had been bothering him again then there was no telling what danger Harry was in now. Hermione was understandingly annoyed that this had been kept from her however being a practical witch she knew she had to put that aside and focus on getting harry back.

Once the children were all settled the three adults sat down at the kitchen table and began to brainstorm. They needed to work out where Harry had gone and why he hadn't been in contact to say that he was alright.

"Tell me the exact thing you were thinking when Harry disappeared" Hermione asked of Ginny who was clearly distraught but neither her brother nor sister in law had time for her to be regretful or feel guilty over what she had done. They had to find harry before he got into trouble, something that always seemed to happen when he was concerned.

"I wanted him gone and to forget all the pain, everything" She admitted sheepishly, knowing that she had been in the wrong.

"What were you arguing about?" Hermione asked and Ginny couldn't look either of them in the eye at this question.

"Two days ago I told Harry about my affair. Tonight it just came to a head. He asked for a divorce" She admitted.

"I imagine that had emotions running high" Hermione said and Ginny nodded, tears running down her freckled cheeks. "I think I know what happened." In true Hermione style she summoned a book to her with a flick of her wand. "I've read about this, our magic is tied to our emotions. When you thought about Harry leaving and forgetting that is probably exactly what happened. I doubt he knows who he is right not, we need to figure out where you might have sent him" Hermione said as she continued to flip through the pages.

"What does the book say about that?" Ron asked his wife, Ginny remaining conspicuously silent.

"Locations vary but tend to focus on places where there is a lot of magical energy. Wherever harry is he'll be recognized fairly quickly if there are witches and wizards close by. We need to find him fast."