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Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be *sadness*.
~Chapter 2~
“Daddy!” Harry didn’t need to be a seer to know that the small pink and blond blur was about to knock him over.
“Hey sweetie!” he smiled at his daughter. “Did you have fun with Aunt Mione today?”
“A lot! We went to bookstore, and got ice cream, and visited Uncle Fred and Uncle George! Uncle Fred taught me how to—“
“Hey Harry, heard you went shopping…so, you cooking for us? If you are I’m gonna have to floo Ron. Hope you got enough food,” Fred said with a grin.
“What did Uncle Fred teach you?” Hermione asked, walking into the living room, as she sent a look at her husband.
“Find anything good at the market?” Fred cut in before Vera could answer.
“You could say that. Tell you what, I’ll cook dinner for all of us, take Vera home—Molly said she’d watch her, and then I’ll tell you about it.”
“Harry what’s wrong? Did something happen?”
“Don’t worry Mione, I just…well I got a bit of a shock is all. But it’ll be fine.”
“You want to help me fix dinner, sweetie?” Harry’s daughter grinned up at him and nodded.
~oOo~
“What happened while you were gone, mate?” Ron asked.
“I ran into Draco.”
“Harry—“ Hermione began softly.
“No Hermione, I don’t need your pity. I’m not crazy. I really did run into Draco. He’s been living as a Muggle for the last six years.”
“The Pureblooded prick lived with Muggles?” Fred snorted incredulously.
“He stopped being that way a long time ago, let it be. He doesn’t know who I am. He doesn’t know who he is, not really. When I approached him, he just looked at me. He said he had a funny feeling he’d seen me somewhere before.”
“Well I’ll say. You two were inseparable after he changed sides.”
“So you’re saying Draco has amnesia? Six years is a long time to go without getting at least some memories back. He does know he’s a wizard, right?”
“Well Mione, that’s kind of complicated. Look, I don’t know all of the details of what he does or does not know. I’ve asked him to lunch for tomorrow… and… well I had hoped you’d all come by to help me with him.”
Fred and Ron looked a little confused while Hermione looked like she had a new project.
“What do you mean by ‘help you with him’?”
“Draco doesn’t remember me. When I introduced myself as Harry Potter he didn't even blink. If he had been in contact with any type of wizards where he’s been staying he’d at least know some things about our world. I don’t know if he knows he’s a wizard. How do you explain that to a guy?”
“What did he say when you approached him?”
“Not much really; it was all awkward small talk. Again, I don’t know for sure, but I think he knows that he’s a wizard, even if he doesn’t know anything about our world. He is still my Draco, just… different.
~oOo~
Harry had agreed to meet up with Draco at the same farmers’ market they had met in the day before. God, he looked so beautiful. Harry wanted nothing more than to run into Draco's arms and kiss him senseless. As it was, that wasn’t an option. Draco hadn’t changed all that much in the time he had been away. He had grown a few inches taller; 6’1 maybe? He still had a slim, but cut, figure, and his hair was down to his shoulders. Harry smiled to himself. Taking a deep breath, he mustered up as much courage as he could and approached his lover; his daughter’s father.
“Draco?”
“Oh hi, Harry. How was the drive down here? I remember you said you lived a little out of the way.”
“The trip was fine, only took a second.” At this comment Draco looked speculative, then grinned.
“Don’t tell me you’re one of those people who are revoltingly happy all the time.”
“Not at all, it was just a quick trip; no traffic. I kind of had an idea of where we could have lunch; if you don’t mind me choosing, that is.”
“Well I don’t know, I’ve got pretty selective taste,” Draco said. Harry knew Draco well enough to know he was being teased.
“It’ll be hard, but I’ll try to live up to your standards. It may be a little odd, but I’ve been told that I’m a pretty good cook, and I was wondering if you would like to come over to my house instead of going to a restaurant.”
“I don’t know about that. How do I know you’re not some mad ax murderer, or a terrorist who’s going to traffic me to Saudi Arabia, or something like that?” Draco's voice was humorous, but Harry could still read Draco well enough to know that the man was slightly apprehensive.
“How about this? It’s still a bit early to eat, so we can just walk around the shops a bit, get to know each other, then we’ll decide what to do. Does that sound alright?”
“I think I can handle that.” The pair began walking down the quiet street slowly, having no real destination. Looking at the small establishments, Harry searched his brain for something to say.
“What do you do here? I mean, do you work in a shop or something?” Harry asked, noticing a sporting goods store.
“I manage a bookstore actually. You?”
“I do odd jobs for people mostly. I took a shot at teaching at my alma mater, but that wasn’t for me. Truth is I have stock in a very profitable business, and that’s more than enough for me to live off of. Can I ask you something personal?" The pair had come to a stop in front of an antique shop, which truthfully looked older than half of the merchandise it sold.
"Ask me anything, but don't be offended if I don't give you an answer."
"You told me that you don’t remember much of anything past the last half decade; do you know what happened for you to just appear in some strange town?”
“I shocked a lot of people, I know that much. I was told that I showed up here, looking like I had wandered out of a fancy dress party, covered in blood. I don't remember who it was, but somebody saw fit to take me to the local hospital. The doctors didn’t know what to make of my condition. I didn’t have any identification on me, but I could remember some things. You know, like my name and how old I was, but I couldn’t tell anyone where I lived, or what had gotten me into the state I showed up in.
“Their best guess was that I had suffered from some horrible accident, because of the blood I figure, and that my brain just… blanked. I don’t really remember what excuse they came up with, it’s not amnesia though, and that’s the weird thing. I can get on well enough on my own, but I was lucky enough to have Mrs. Kelly help me get started; she owns the bookshop I manage. Apparently I have a mind for numbers." Draco said with a laugh.
“I do have some insight on who I was.” At this point Draco pulled a fine silver chain from beneath the collar of his shirt. On the chain hung a plain silver charm, in the shape of an oval, with the words “My Dragon” inscribed on the front. Flipping the charm over he indicated another inscription.
“See, ‘DM and HP, Always’. I know that I have someone worried about what happened to me. Of course they’ve probably moved on already, it’s been years, but it’s nice to know something personal about myself. Does that make sense?”
“It makes perfect sense actually. Draco, this is going to sound crazy but, if I had some information that could help you remember who you are, would you listen?”
“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to listen.”
“What if I could show you?” At this statement, Harry reached out for Draco’s hand. The blonde considered it for a moment, before he slipped his hand into Harry’s.
“Show me then.” Draco was led to a small ally behind Fontana’s Fine Italian Cuisine, where Harry turned to face him, pulling both of Draco’s hands into his own.
“Hold on tight,” Harry whispered. Before Draco could ask why he was holding hands with the brunette in an ally, his whole body was seized with a feeling of great pressure. Once he was sure that his eye balls were about to explode, the sensation stopped. Searching for something solid to brace himself with, Draco gripped the side of the house that wasn’t there a moment ago, and retched.
~oOo~
“What the fuck just happened?” Draco rasped.
“We just Apparated to my home; my home in London.”
Draco didn’t say a word; he just stood there looking at Harry as if he had sprouted another head.
“We’re in London?”
“Yes, and you just lost your breakfast in my shrubs.”
“This cannot be happening…”
TBC
A/N: Well there's the next chapter. Chapter 3 should be up tommorrow or so. I just wanted to say thanks to all of my wonderful reviewers: Sammi, linz, LOOK AT MY DING-A-LING-LING, Little God of Death, ice owl, ku, thrnbrooke, Kero-chan, roxierose13, myniephoenix, and avihenda. You guys rock!
~Chapter 2~
“Daddy!” Harry didn’t need to be a seer to know that the small pink and blond blur was about to knock him over.
“Hey sweetie!” he smiled at his daughter. “Did you have fun with Aunt Mione today?”
“A lot! We went to bookstore, and got ice cream, and visited Uncle Fred and Uncle George! Uncle Fred taught me how to—“
“Hey Harry, heard you went shopping…so, you cooking for us? If you are I’m gonna have to floo Ron. Hope you got enough food,” Fred said with a grin.
“What did Uncle Fred teach you?” Hermione asked, walking into the living room, as she sent a look at her husband.
“Find anything good at the market?” Fred cut in before Vera could answer.
“You could say that. Tell you what, I’ll cook dinner for all of us, take Vera home—Molly said she’d watch her, and then I’ll tell you about it.”
“Harry what’s wrong? Did something happen?”
“Don’t worry Mione, I just…well I got a bit of a shock is all. But it’ll be fine.”
“You want to help me fix dinner, sweetie?” Harry’s daughter grinned up at him and nodded.
“What happened while you were gone, mate?” Ron asked.
“I ran into Draco.”
“Harry—“ Hermione began softly.
“No Hermione, I don’t need your pity. I’m not crazy. I really did run into Draco. He’s been living as a Muggle for the last six years.”
“The Pureblooded prick lived with Muggles?” Fred snorted incredulously.
“He stopped being that way a long time ago, let it be. He doesn’t know who I am. He doesn’t know who he is, not really. When I approached him, he just looked at me. He said he had a funny feeling he’d seen me somewhere before.”
“Well I’ll say. You two were inseparable after he changed sides.”
“So you’re saying Draco has amnesia? Six years is a long time to go without getting at least some memories back. He does know he’s a wizard, right?”
“Well Mione, that’s kind of complicated. Look, I don’t know all of the details of what he does or does not know. I’ve asked him to lunch for tomorrow… and… well I had hoped you’d all come by to help me with him.”
Fred and Ron looked a little confused while Hermione looked like she had a new project.
“What do you mean by ‘help you with him’?”
“Draco doesn’t remember me. When I introduced myself as Harry Potter he didn't even blink. If he had been in contact with any type of wizards where he’s been staying he’d at least know some things about our world. I don’t know if he knows he’s a wizard. How do you explain that to a guy?”
“What did he say when you approached him?”
“Not much really; it was all awkward small talk. Again, I don’t know for sure, but I think he knows that he’s a wizard, even if he doesn’t know anything about our world. He is still my Draco, just… different.
Harry had agreed to meet up with Draco at the same farmers’ market they had met in the day before. God, he looked so beautiful. Harry wanted nothing more than to run into Draco's arms and kiss him senseless. As it was, that wasn’t an option. Draco hadn’t changed all that much in the time he had been away. He had grown a few inches taller; 6’1 maybe? He still had a slim, but cut, figure, and his hair was down to his shoulders. Harry smiled to himself. Taking a deep breath, he mustered up as much courage as he could and approached his lover; his daughter’s father.
“Draco?”
“Oh hi, Harry. How was the drive down here? I remember you said you lived a little out of the way.”
“The trip was fine, only took a second.” At this comment Draco looked speculative, then grinned.
“Don’t tell me you’re one of those people who are revoltingly happy all the time.”
“Not at all, it was just a quick trip; no traffic. I kind of had an idea of where we could have lunch; if you don’t mind me choosing, that is.”
“Well I don’t know, I’ve got pretty selective taste,” Draco said. Harry knew Draco well enough to know he was being teased.
“It’ll be hard, but I’ll try to live up to your standards. It may be a little odd, but I’ve been told that I’m a pretty good cook, and I was wondering if you would like to come over to my house instead of going to a restaurant.”
“I don’t know about that. How do I know you’re not some mad ax murderer, or a terrorist who’s going to traffic me to Saudi Arabia, or something like that?” Draco's voice was humorous, but Harry could still read Draco well enough to know that the man was slightly apprehensive.
“How about this? It’s still a bit early to eat, so we can just walk around the shops a bit, get to know each other, then we’ll decide what to do. Does that sound alright?”
“I think I can handle that.” The pair began walking down the quiet street slowly, having no real destination. Looking at the small establishments, Harry searched his brain for something to say.
“What do you do here? I mean, do you work in a shop or something?” Harry asked, noticing a sporting goods store.
“I manage a bookstore actually. You?”
“I do odd jobs for people mostly. I took a shot at teaching at my alma mater, but that wasn’t for me. Truth is I have stock in a very profitable business, and that’s more than enough for me to live off of. Can I ask you something personal?" The pair had come to a stop in front of an antique shop, which truthfully looked older than half of the merchandise it sold.
"Ask me anything, but don't be offended if I don't give you an answer."
"You told me that you don’t remember much of anything past the last half decade; do you know what happened for you to just appear in some strange town?”
“I shocked a lot of people, I know that much. I was told that I showed up here, looking like I had wandered out of a fancy dress party, covered in blood. I don't remember who it was, but somebody saw fit to take me to the local hospital. The doctors didn’t know what to make of my condition. I didn’t have any identification on me, but I could remember some things. You know, like my name and how old I was, but I couldn’t tell anyone where I lived, or what had gotten me into the state I showed up in.
“Their best guess was that I had suffered from some horrible accident, because of the blood I figure, and that my brain just… blanked. I don’t really remember what excuse they came up with, it’s not amnesia though, and that’s the weird thing. I can get on well enough on my own, but I was lucky enough to have Mrs. Kelly help me get started; she owns the bookshop I manage. Apparently I have a mind for numbers." Draco said with a laugh.
“I do have some insight on who I was.” At this point Draco pulled a fine silver chain from beneath the collar of his shirt. On the chain hung a plain silver charm, in the shape of an oval, with the words “My Dragon” inscribed on the front. Flipping the charm over he indicated another inscription.
“See, ‘DM and HP, Always’. I know that I have someone worried about what happened to me. Of course they’ve probably moved on already, it’s been years, but it’s nice to know something personal about myself. Does that make sense?”
“It makes perfect sense actually. Draco, this is going to sound crazy but, if I had some information that could help you remember who you are, would you listen?”
“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to listen.”
“What if I could show you?” At this statement, Harry reached out for Draco’s hand. The blonde considered it for a moment, before he slipped his hand into Harry’s.
“Show me then.” Draco was led to a small ally behind Fontana’s Fine Italian Cuisine, where Harry turned to face him, pulling both of Draco’s hands into his own.
“Hold on tight,” Harry whispered. Before Draco could ask why he was holding hands with the brunette in an ally, his whole body was seized with a feeling of great pressure. Once he was sure that his eye balls were about to explode, the sensation stopped. Searching for something solid to brace himself with, Draco gripped the side of the house that wasn’t there a moment ago, and retched.
“What the fuck just happened?” Draco rasped.
“We just Apparated to my home; my home in London.”
Draco didn’t say a word; he just stood there looking at Harry as if he had sprouted another head.
“We’re in London?”
“Yes, and you just lost your breakfast in my shrubs.”
“This cannot be happening…”
TBC
A/N: Well there's the next chapter. Chapter 3 should be up tommorrow or so. I just wanted to say thanks to all of my wonderful reviewers: Sammi, linz, LOOK AT MY DING-A-LING-LING, Little God of Death, ice owl, ku, thrnbrooke, Kero-chan, roxierose13, myniephoenix, and avihenda. You guys rock!