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 Six – The Reveal

While Harry showered Draco made up a picnic and set up hundreds of magically floating candles amongst his beloved rose bushes. Blankets and pillows were spread across the grass. The potion too lay ominously on the ground, threatening an uncertain future for the two of them.

Draco didn't want to give it to Harry any more than Harry wanted to drink it but it was the right thing to do. He needed to remember who he was.

Harry emerged from the shower his hair dripping wet, wearing a pair of Draco's drawstring pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt. He looked sexy as hell and for tonight he was all his, until the stroke of midnight. Harry took in the magnificent rose garden lit only by candle light, a bountiful picnic set out for the two of them to enjoy. Tonight was going to be perfect, just the two of them until he drank the damn potion.

It seemed fitting to Draco that their brief affair should finish where it started. He was so sure that it would end tonight when Harry got his memories back that he refused to admit his feelings for the raven haired man who had touched him in more ways than he thought were possible.

A heavy feeling of dread settled between them as they sat down together, both feeling awkward until Harry leaned forward and captured Draco's lips in a passionate kiss. When they broke apart Harry stared into Draco's magnetic silver orbs and said; "make love to me," Harry pleaded, "just touch me and forget that I'll be a different person in the morning." Draco nodded sadly, savouring their last hours together as they shared another kiss.

HPDM

Hermione had been anxiously awaiting word from Draco. The potion that she had devised worked, she was sure of that but it had not yet received Ministry approval as it had a few adverse side effects. The most pronounced was increased fertility in the drinker. When she had submitted it for approval at the appropriate offices they had declined it on this basis saying that it had the potential to induce the oldest of magic's and they couldn't license it for that reason. She hadn't worked out the kinks yet but it served its purpose and could reverse the most powerful of memory charms. The side effects wouldn't cause Harry any issue as they only lasted for twenty four hours and he and Ginny were at odds with one another and not likely to be sleeping together any time soon.

Even though Ron knew where Harry was he had wanted to get Ginny out of the house for a while and the two of them had gone in search of harry again. This left Hermione alone with the five children. Ron had planned to confront his sister away from the family home and discover what was going on and he was determined to get the truth from her. It also distracted her so Hermione could more easily get information about Harry from Draco without her suspecting that anything was going on.

When the handsome tawny owl fluttered in, delivering to her the letter she so desperately wanted Hermione practically tore the envelope apart to get to the parchment within.

Hermione

As per your instruction I have made the potion and have convinced Harry to drink it. Though during our brief time together I have come to understand your loyalty to him. Even without his memory he is an amazing person. I can only hope that he doesn't forget me when he gets his memory back. I would be saddened to lose his friendship. I shall be in contact when he is restored to his normal self.

Regards, Draco.

Hermione had to read over Draco's letter several times before she came to terms with the meaning behind his words. They were all very different people now, no longer school children burdened with childish rivalries. Draco had taken Harry in with no complaint or argument. He had helped him and protected him without question. Only now with this letter in her hands was she beginning to understand why.

She knew instantly that she had to go to them, she had to stop them before anything happened and it led to some regrettable consequences. However as she stood up, trying to think of where to start in looking for where Draco lived she was confronted with Ginny, her wand drawn.

"Ginny, what are you doing?" Hermione asked, startled at the sudden confrontation from someone she had always counted a good friend.

"Sorry but Ginny doesn't live here anymore." A wicked voice said, speaking through the lips of Ginny but it was clearly not her. "Where's Potter?" She demanded.

"Who are you?" Hermione asked desperately trying to stall, thinking of the slumbering children upstairs wanting nothing more than to protect them from this intruder into their lives.

"Did you really think that all those loyal to the Dark Lord were gone?" Ginny sneered, "Stupid mudblood, as stupid as your husband."

"What did you do with Ron?" Hermione asked suddenly panicked over the fate that had befallen her husband.

"I did you a favour in killing him, he was dimmer than a box of frogs, even a filthy mudblood like you could do better than that poor excuse for a pureblood. Now where is Potter, I'd like to kill him and claim my victory."

"I don't know, truly," Hermione said, "All I know is that he's with Malfoy. He never disclosed where they were. You can read the letters if you don't believe me," She said desperately only wanting to protect her family. Whoever this was before her it wasn't Ginny anymore. Maybe it hadn't been her for a long time, at least not entirely. Something hadn't been right with her for a long time and no one had suspected that it was anything as serious as someone else processing her body.

"Expelliarmus," A voice shouted from behind of Hermione. The spell shot past her shoulder and Ginny ducked out of the way before it hit her and then apperated away. Hermione turned and saw James dressed in his pyjamas, brandishing his wand and looking terrified at what he had just done. "I attacked my mum," He said in shock.

"No James dear, that wasn't your mum, that was someone else," Hermione said, embracing the boy in a hug and trying to comfort him as best she could.

"Who was that?" He asked, looking to his aunt for answers.

"I don't know, whoever it was wants your dad, I have to warn him." James nodded, still shaken over what had happened and what he had done.

"Is Lord Voldemort back?" James asked as he watched his aunt scramble for a quill and parchment. Her answer terrified him to the core.

"I honestly don't know."

HPDM

Ginny had been struggling for months, never feeling right in her own skin. She had pushed it aside trying desperately to focus on her failing marriage. She missed sharing a bed with her husband, she could sense him distancing himself from her and she couldn't figure out why. She had cried herself to sleep more nights than she cared to remember and that was when she had started losing control.

She could see everything that was happening, hear the words that she spoke but had no control over them or her actions. She had slept with another man for weeks before blurting this out to Harry. But it hadn't been her. By the time she realised that there was someone else in her body, taking control of her it was too late and she had lost control.

In her last attempt to protect her husband from the evil that seeked him out to kill him she burst through and sent him away using all the magic and energy she had left. But now she was trapped and powerless, screaming to be let out but to no avail. Locked inside her own body where nobody could hear her screaming.