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Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe Jk rowling and Warrner brothers has that right. I just play with the boys :) oh I also make no money from this

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Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters, places, creatures etc. that is the sole property of JK Rowling, Scholastic, and Warner Bros. We make no money for this writing, this is purely a work of fiction and any resemblances to real people are coincidental and not the intent of the authors.

Synopsis: Ten years after the Great War the wizarding world seems to be in a state of utopia, but things aren’t always what they seem.

Warnings: First of all this will contain slash for those of you who are not a fan you will be disappointed, for those of you who want it to happen now, or even in the next few chapters you also will be disappointed. This is the first book of a trilogy that Smaddox and I have mapped out already. This is not a lovey feel good story, there will be death, there will be gore, there will be fowl language and most likely at least one explicit M/M sex scene. This story is not an AU in the truest sense of the word it will be DH complaint although we disregard the epilog. Please do not tell us we have our facts wrong all of the changes we have made will be explained by the end of the book. We promise.

Love always

Smaddox and Caressedbythorns

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Book one of the

Verum Increbresco

Trilogy

Chapter Twelve

Memoria Mutatus

Harry paced, it was the only thing keeping him sane. This back and forth movement, every heavy foot fall reminded him he was not dreaming. I’m caught in fates bloody web once again and this time Teddy is being drug right along with me.

“No.” He stated forcefully stopping his pacing in front of the startled pair.

“No what Harry?” Teddy asked cautiously. His little head tilted to one side and his delicate eyebrow arched in confusion.

Harry sighed and ran his hands through his hair in aggravation. “You cannot be any more involved with this than you already are. “ Teddy opened his mouth presumably to protest but Harry lifted his hand stopping the response before it began.

“This is not up for discussion I won’t put you in the kind of danger I was in at your age.” Harry glared at the scoffing noise that came from the elder seer.

“You remind me of Albus, he had much the same thoughts about how your youth should be.” The Madam spoke her voice denoting a fond exasperation. “And yet you faced these obstacles all the same, the only thing to differ was his involvement in your fate. Can you honestly say that you wish for Teddy to face these trials without you? For if you attempt to assuage him of this fate all you will do is ostracize yourself from him.” She finished pouring herself a cup of tea from a rather delicate looking pot.

Harry turned from her sharp words and stared intently at the picturesque setting just beyond the largest picture window. The breeze shifted the snow creating a dance of flakes and uncovering the first buds of grass. Spring will be here soon, the first spring of Teddy’s education. Harry remembered his own First year and the horrific events that the spring had unfolded before him. If Albus had spoken to me, helped me understand my place in what was happening maybe I would have been more prepared… Ron mightn’t have gotten hurt and… Quirrell mightn’t have died by my hand… Harry felt his eyes sting at the memory of the man’s screams of agony.

“The vision wasn’t about him.” Harry finally muttered knowing he was grasping at straws.

“He has seen your destiny Mr. Potter, Teddy has been chosen to lead you in this. You must trust his gift as I do.” Madam Barns stood and rested one delicate hand on his shoulder. “This is Teddy’s destiny as much as it is your own Mr. Potter.”

Harry grimaced but nodded; he heard Teddy whoop loudly and was suddenly accosted by an overly excited brunette. “I can help, really, really?” Teddy exclaimed bouncing in excitement.

“I suppose but you have to do exactly as Madam Barns and I tell you no questions asked do you understand?” Harry replied turning and looking straight in to his godson’s green eyes. “This isn’t a game and you cannot tell anyone about this, and I mean anyone Teddy not even your Mum. I think there maybe something going on in the ministry… not sure what exactly but Hermione is looking in to it.” He felt as though his mouth was working faster than his brain.

The Madam’s voice broke through his speech. “You must be more careful about what you say Mr. Potter.”

Later that afternoon Harry found himself in a very familiar position, sitting across from Hermione in his study. Their topic of conversation however was anything but familiar; Hermione looked defeated as she ran her fingers through her hair.

“I think it’s a memory charm… I can’t be sure because every time I get too engrossed in research I forget what I’m doing but from my notes… I’m fairly sure it’s a memory charm. I’ve never seen anything work like this Harry and I don’t remember every reading about it either, although if it is as strong as it seems to be I wouldn’t know it if I had.” She sighed harshly and tugged at a strand of hair that had fallen in to her eyes.

“So how do we fix it?” Harry asked cautiously trying to calm his obviously irate friend.

“We Don’t Harry!” Hermione exclaimed glaring at him. “I don’t know what the spell is and most likely if I did I wouldn’t remember it for long enough to tell you let alone find a way to stop it!” She finished.

Harry shook his head and leaned forward to take her hand. “Well then ‘Mione We will just have to ask someone outside the control of this spell. Draco might know something and if not him then one of the other captives may.”

Hermione laughed the vibrations shaking her body. ”Why are you so sure he’s real Harry?” She asked softly.

“Would it be any weirder than what you just told me? The entire population is under a memory charm ‘Mione why is it so had to except Draco’s story?” He asked glaring at her.

“Because Harry… if this is true then we have a bigger problem than rescuing them. We have to make sure whoever is doing this is taken down; and if they have enough power to cast this sort of memory charm then I’m not sure we can.” She finished rubbing her hands on her pleated skirt absently.

“We’ll figure it out Hermione we always do.”

“Oh… yes I suppose…” She said at length.

Harry smiled at her encouragingly, ‘I wish I could make this better.’ He thought squeezing her hand in his own.

Harry had fallen asleep early that night, after his conversation with Hermione and the craziness of the morning he had been happy to head straight for bed forgoing dinner entirely.

He had assumed that Draco would be waiting for him when he slipped in to unconsciousness. He hadn’t been and after what felt like an eternity of wandering through dream Hogwarts Harry was starting to wonder why he had expected Draco would be.

The blond was always waiting for him when he had dreams like this but he supposed Draco could very well be awake still. Harry leaned against the barren wall that became the room of requirement, the cool stone sapping his warmth. He shivered, “Damn I must have kicked the blankets off.” He sighed and let his head hit the wall behind him. “Strange how that doesn’t hurt.” He kicked the ground harshly and let himself fall to the floor.

“You really shouldn’t talk to yourself.” Draco commented the sudden noise startling Harry to a standing position. “Someone might think you’re a relative of Lovegood” He quipped from where he was leaning not far down the corridor. “You could have created the room while you were waiting you know.”

Harry sighed and relaxed at the sight of those smiling grey eyes. “Yeah well all I wanted was to speak with you and since this is my mind I was worried about creating a you that wasn’t you… or whatever.” Harry finished blushing hotly.

The room opened to them creating a scene swathed in silk and dappled sunshine. High lattice covered windows in strange shapes surrounded them and the floor was strewn with thousands of brightly colored silken pillows. A breeze wafted through the room rustling the gauze like curtains and making them mingle with the pillows.

“Where are we?” Harry asked gaping at the strangeness of the room.

“This is a room out of one of my favorite stories, the tale of sheharazade. This is how I imagine the inner sanctuary of the kings’ harem.” Draco explained making a wide sweeping gesture with his left arm.

“So I’m what your concubine” Harry asking cheekily

“I thought it might be the other way around.” Draco replied his voice sounding desperate.

Harry froze his gaze trained on one of the large windows. Heavy breathing, the feel of sweat slicked skin beneath his hands, a keening wail… lust filled grey eyes. He flushed as his mind supplied him with a scattered fragment of a memory. “I don’t… I still don’t remember how it was Draco.” He breathed rubbing his eyes wearily. He didn’t want to say that, he wanted to live that barely remembered passion. It had been so long since he had been with another person, even in his unconscious.

“Is life ever fair?” Draco’s soft comment brushed against Harry’s skin warm and inviting. When Draco had gotten so close he didn’t know but the brunette didn’t want him to step away.

“We need to talk about the spell that is being used to erase everyone’s memories.” Harry stated abruptly pulling away from the blonds questing hands and warm figure. He took a few steps farther in to the large room and turned to look at his blond companion. “That’s why I was here early tonight and I can’t risk waking up before we speak about it.” He explained wishing to wipe the look of betrayal off Draco’s face.

“What do you want to know then Potter?” The blond spit out the last word as though it were poison.

Harry sighed at Draco’s childishness but continued with his line of thought. “Do you know of any memory charms that could affect this many people at once? The lies this charm creates are fairly seamless and Hermione says she can’t remember and spells that might do this, although that’s not the least bit surprising considering.”

The blond looked skeptical for a moment before allowing himself to fall on to a nearby pile of cushions. “Sit down Potter this might take a while.” His voice sounded dissolute to Harry’s ears but he complied none the less, they could worry about their relationship after he had his memories back. “This is not a regular spell I can tell you that much, the feeling it leaves behind when your finally free of it is reminiscent of the dark mark. It feels evil, dirty… I’m not sure how else to explain it to someone who hasn’t felt the touch of evil on their soul.” He paused for a moment and Harry thought he saw a tear welling in his eyes but as soon as he had noticed it, it was gone.

“I’m quite sure this is a dark spell, there is no other explanation for the evil feeling of it so Hermione isn’t going to find any sign of it at Hogwarts or in her personal library… Mother may have a few books that would be good for research at the manor. You have mentioned still knowing her yes?”

“Uh yeah she is Teddy’s Aunt after all.” Harry mumbled feeling like an idiot for not thinking of the Malfoy library himself.

“Right then that is where I suggest you begin your search, and I do mean you Harry, your friends are well meaning but we can’t take the chance of them getting thrown in here with me can we.” Draco commented his voce sounding much less hostile.

“So it’s Harry again?” The brunette asked sharply mentally berating himself eve as the words gushed forth.

Draco’s eyes blazed angrily and he lobbed a large pillow at Harry’s head. “You’re insufferable!” He yelled his heated glare stunning the green eyed man for a moment.

“I’m insufferable? You want me to be the Harry you remember no questions asked! And I’m not him I don’t have his memories , I admit I want you physically abut I can’t give you what you want! I don’t love you Draco… I barely know you. And that’s not fair to you.” Harry whispered the last words his bluster leaving him as he realized why he had pushed the blond away, I don’t want to love him… what if this isn’t real. Harry froze at the thought; can I really be asking that still? He wondered staring at the man in front of him.

“I won’t lie… that hurts.” Draco’s voice was laced with pain. “I love you so much I’m not sure it could do anything but hurt to hear something like that… but I understand. I can’t imagine someone I didn’t even remember trying to tell me he was my lover. I can assure you I wouldn’t take it as well as you have, I tend to overreact… if you haven’t noticed.” Draco smiled and offered his hand to Harry. “Do you want to play some quidditch before you have to go?” He asked his voice light and friendly.

“Yeah okay, that sounds… nice.” Harry took his hand and allowed himself to be lead from the room and in to the hall way, Draco tripped as they reached the first moving staircase. Maybe I can learn to love him. Harry thought as he watched the blond caught himself on a nearby portrait and laughed at his own clumsiness.
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