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 Nine – The Beginning
That night Draco and Harry, with his memories intact and the potion still in his system, made love to one another. They finally fell asleep sometime close to dawn in each others arms, both blissfully content and completely guilt free.
When Harry entered the Great Hall the next morning with Draco in two he was astounded to not only see his own children, Hermione, her children and Minerva but also Seamus Finnigan with his husband Dean Thomas. Neville Longbottom with his wife Hannah with their one daughter Alice who was only twelve, beside them Luna sat with her husband Rolf and their eleven year old twin boys Lorcan and Lysander. George Weasley with his wife Angelina and their two children, sixteen year old Fred and fourteen year old Roxanne sat opposite them. All the familiar faces looking to Harry expectantly with a little shock to see him entering with none other than Draco Malfoy.
Hermione, seeing Harry hesitate, stood up and went to him, "They're all here because they know something isn't right and they want to help," She said as a way of explanation for their presence.
Harry was astounded, looking around at all the willing and smiling faces, many of them he hadn't seen in years but all of them here to help in any way that they could. The nine adults who had fought beside him when Voldemort had invaded Hogwarts twenty-two years ago and all of them here for him again now, ready to help and fight again. Their collective of ten children, the youngest of which only eleven years old and the eldest just sixteen brought with them. Harry was beyond grateful that they were here but also heartbroken that so many children would be dragged into this fight. He moved silently through the small crowd of people, Draco following somewhat awkwardly in his wake.
With a helping hand from him Harry climbed up on to one of the tables to address the gathering of his friends. "You cannot begin to understand how much I appreciate the fact that you are all here." He began, "I want to put a stop to whatever is happening before it escalates. We don't want another war like last time." There was a mumble of agreement from those around him. "We've all lost people close to us and I won't ask you to fight again but they came after my family, attacked my wife and killed Ron-"
But Harry's speech was cut short when the voice of Arthur Weasley boomed from the entrance hall, "He's not dead." Everyone turned to see Arthur and Molly Weasley hobble in, supporting a pale and unconscious Ron between them.
Hermione was with them in an instant, helping them lower their youngest son to the ground. He looked badly beaten, as if he had gone ten rounds with a Hungarian Horntail and lost. Everyone had silenced at their entrance, the younger children looking petrified at the sight of so much blood. Rose and Hugo beside their mother as they wept over their injured father, it was the sight of his family, those he cared about most going through so much pain and anguish that made Harry decide.
Draco took one look at Harry who looked stony faced and resolute. Nothing would stop the golden boy now. He offered his hand to Harry who gratefully accepted and came down off the table but Draco didn't let go. They clung to each other with desperation, neither wanting to let go.
Taking the opportunity when it presented itself with everyone's attention away from them, Harry turned to Draco and whispered; "We end this, you and me together. No one else is going to die." Draco looked into the intensity of those green eyes and saw only resolution there.
"Okay," He replied, "I'm right with you, whatever you need."
Harry smiled gratefully at his lover. Neither would admit it but they were falling deeper and deeper for each other and neither would let go of the other. Not now, not ever.
HPDM
With Ron safely in the hospital wing being treated by Madame Pomfrey for his injuries and everyone else brainstorming about the new dark power that was about to rise Harry and Draco were in the dungeons. The dark haired man had just finished composing a letter to Hermione when Draco approached him, fresh from the shower, kissing his neck. Harry closed his eyes at the sensation, enjoying his lovers touch upon his skin.
"Come with me to talk to Minerva," Harry requested to Draco who smiled at him and nodded. "We'll leave after we're done. She can give the letter to Hermione after we've left."
"I have an idea about where we can start looking for answers," Draco said and immediately Harry perked up as he had been struggling to think of where to start. "Malfoy Manor. My parents still reside there. We haven't spoken in years, not since Scorpius was born but I know what my father is like. If he isn't involved then he'll know something."
Harry considered this for a moment before nodding. "I think it's as good a place as any to start."
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Draco asked, thinking of the three Potterlings residing in Gryffindor tower. Currently they were without a mother and soon to be without a father as well.
"I could ask you the same thing."
"My family won't miss me. I want to be with you whether it means I'm fucking you senseless or running off on a crazy mission to save the world."
Harry chuckled "I can understand that but I think you're wrong about your family. They will miss you."
"A cold, heartless Slytherin like me, they won't even notice I'm no longer around."
Harry turned to look at his Slytherin who bore the tell-tale scars of the torture that he had received in his younger years but still remained ruggedly handsome. "You aren't cold or heartless Draco. You are sweet and kind. I don't understand why you don't see that."
"If I am any of those things Harry then it is because of you. You are the one who made me that way," Draco said as he found himself embraced in the arms of his lover.
HPDM
The two fully grown wizards stood before their former transfiguration teacher who they both held a great respect for. Their hands were joined and she smiled at them knowingly as they told her what they intended to do.
"Dumbledore would be immensely proud of you Harry, in fact he would be proud of both of you."
"Thank you Headmistress," Harry said gratefully, she had no idea how much her words meant to him. "Could you give this to Hermione for me? She needs to be here not following us," Harry said as he removed the envelope from his pocket and handed it over.
Minerva nodded, "Are you sure you want to do this Potter? You have a small army downstairs willing to help you. You don't have to go at this alone with just Mr Malfoy to help you."
"I know that but if we can't end this now then more people are going to die and I don't want that. We'll be okay. We'll come back when it's done," Harry said and Draco squeezed his hand at his positive words as Minerva handed them the floo powder. Each taking a handful they stepped into the fireplace together. After sharing the briefest of kisses they threw down the powder and in unison said, "Malfoy Manor."
And then in a blaze of bright green flame they were gone.