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Survival of the fittest	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 18501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter List
- 20
- 21
- 22
Author's note: Yes, you've noticed it correctly; once again this chapter is divided into two parts *sweatdrops* That really wasn't my intention, but I figured it would otherwise grow too long and well, you probably would end up waiting even longer. Anyway, so yes, here's the first part of Mending the pieces.
Thanks to the following reviewers: Meechypoo and staar
Warnings: some drama, some angst, flashback to the previous chapter, unresolved problem. Slightly less heavier than the previous one, but still angsty
I hope you'll enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 21: Mending the pieces Part 1
25th of January
They arrived in Hogwarts without any further problems. Harry had brought Ravenclaw's portrait with him in the device Narcissa had lent him, because none of the others wanted to risk Splinching her.
They had been in Dumbledore's house longer than Harry had assumed, because the sun was already setting, bathing the castle in a soft orange red glow. His stomach cramped in hunger, but he wasn't certain whether he would be able to eat something. The events in Dumbledore's house laid heavily on his mind and he still couldn't bear himself to look at Draco, let alone walk near him, despite rationally knowing that Draco was a victim as well.
They managed to sneak undetected into the castle and fortunately encountered no students or ghosts while hurrying to the dungeons.
"Ah, it has been such a long time since I last laid eye upon my home," Ravenclaw murmured and she took in her surroundings, looking pleased. "Are the others here as well?"
"Lord Gryffindor and Lord Slytherin are waiting for you, but unfortunately we still have to find Lady Hufflepuff," Lucius replied, ignoring the interested gaze of a young witch in a portrait.
"Hm, and they are still alive, not trying to maim each other? Perhaps growing older does indeed mean maturing in their case," Ravenclaw mused and a faint smile graced her lips.
"Potter, Draco, you go to your quarters to rest," Snape said brusquely once they entered the dungeons. "We'll handle the rest."
Normally Harry would have protested, but this time he was too tired to do anything but nod.
Draco, however, turned towards Remus and looked at him expectantly. "Could you spare a moment to give Harry a check-up? I used a potion to heal some wounds, but we want to make sure it worked." He hesitated a bit, but continued, "Could you also do a check-up for the baby? Just to make sure everything is okay with it?"
Remus seemed not surprised at the request and after glancing at Harry, he nodded. "Sure, let's go."
They left Lucius and Snape behind while they trudged in silence to Harry's quarters. The dragon regarded them lazily and snorted when Harry murmured the password. Nevertheless, with a flick of his pointy tail, the portrait swung open; allowing the small group to enter.
"Did anything hit your stomach? Did you fall?" Remus asked and grabbed his wand.
Harry sunk down on the couch, nearly groaning in relief; the soft couch was like heaven for his sore muscles. "No, nothing hit my stomach," he replied and raked a hand through his hair. "I didn't fall either."
Draco sat down on the couch as well and the dark haired wizard tensed momentarily before forcing himself to relax. The blond didn't attempt to sit closer to him or touch him in any manner and Harry focused on keeping his breathing regular.
Sirius leant against the wall and studied him with a frown; his arms crossed in front of his chest. "How did you receive those wounds?"
Green eyes glanced down, catching sight of the red scar on his hand and the edge of the scar on his shoulder, visible thanks to the sweater being slightly too big on him. "Dumbledore had set some traps in his room and I couldn't block them on time," he mumbled, before Draco could have the chance to open his mouth. He felt grey eyes staring at him, but he ignored them; focusing instead on the spells that Remus was muttering.
Sirius didn't seem entirely convinced, but he didn't ask further.
"Well, it looks like everything is all right with the baby," Remus announced and stepped back. "Your blood pressure is low, but once you've eaten dinner, that should go back to normal. The scars will disappear as well. The potion just needs a bit more time to work on the scar tissue."
"Thank you," Harry said and closed his eyes in relief. At least their baby was fine. He didn't know what he would have done if Remus had told him otherwise.
"I'll tell the house elves to send you your dinner here," Remus said and rubbed over his eyes. "Come, Sirius, we need to inform Minerva about Ravenclaw."
Sirius threw an unreadable glance at Harry and Draco, but followed his lover out of the room.
"Harry, can we …"
"Would you mind going back to the dormitories tonight?" Harry interrupted him abruptly, but didn't dare to look at him. "I want to be alone now."
"Don't you think we need to talk about this?" Draco asked softly and Harry heard him shifting around.
He took a deep breath and stood up, still not looking at the blond. "Yes, but not now. Please, I'm tired and want to be alone tonight."
"Fine," Draco said after a moment of tense silence. "I'll leave for tonight. But tomorrow we need to talk."
Harry nodded tersely and only turned around again when he heard the portrait closing. A plate with dinner (consisting out of cooked rice covered with sour sweet sauce) was placed on the table by a small house elf and with a sigh, he sat back down again and started eating.
Mara had left with Draco, so that only left Ruby with him; Garin slithered out of his bedroom when he was nearly done with eating and Sapphire was curled up next to him on the couch.
"Is it a good idea to not have your mate with you tonight?" Ruby asked uncertainly; his tail thumped heavily against the floor.
Harry stared at the reddish scar on his hand; it still lightly throbbed with pain despite the potion. "Maybe not, but I want to be on my own for tonight," he replied softly.
Garin and Ruby looked like they didn't agree with him – which they most likely didn't – but didn't protest when he stood up to take a shower and didn't say anything to change his mind when he went to bed alone.

When Draco entered Harry's quarters the next morning, his lover had disappeared already.

31st of January
Draco had no clue what he should do. It was Friday evening and dinner had just ended. Every day since they had returned from Dumbledore's house he had tried to talk with Harry, knowing that this particular conversation was really needed. However, on Sunday, Harry had disappeared for the entire day and only had shown up briefly for dinner before disappearing again. The rest of the week had followed a similar pattern: Harry was present during the classes, still sat next to Draco (though he kept a small distance between their bodies), attended all meals, but somehow always managed to avoid talking with Draco about the one thing that really mattered. Draco had hoped to talk to him in his quarters, as that would be private enough, but Harry either visited the library until it closed or visited the half giant Hagrid.
Harry was avoiding him and that hurt.
He still didn't know what exactly had happened; he only knew that somehow he had attacked Harry at least twice with a knife. He wanted to know what exactly had happened, what he had done, what he had said, but the only one who could provide him with answers avoided him and was almost scared to be near him.
He could understand why Harry wasn't eager to talk about it – but how were they supposed to put this behind them if his lover didn't want to talk about it? Didn't even want to be near him when they were on their own?
Dull grey eyes gazed at the dark haired wizard in front of him (in front of him, not next to him) who was talking rather animatedly with Daphne. Despite his serene smile and enthusiastic replies, Draco took note of how pale his lover looked and the dark bags that were slowly collecting underneath his eyes.
Before Draco could even open his mouth to say something, Harry was whisked away by Longbottom and Finnegan, leaving the blond alone at the table.
Grinding his teeth, Draco stood up and walked briskly out of the Great Hall, ignoring the students he passed.
He had enough. Enough of this tense impasse between him and Harry; enough of not knowing what he had done to Harry; enough of not knowing what the hell he had to do to make everything right again.
He decided to talk to the one person who had always been there to help him whenever he needed.

Dark eyes studied him after the door was opened.
"Draco, what are you doing here?" Severus asked, narrowing his eyes a bit. If he was surprised to not see Harry next to his godson, he didn't show it.
Draco cleared his throat and resisted the urge to rub the back of his neck. "Can I talk to you about something?"
Wordlessly, his godfather stepped aside to let him enter.
Once they were seated in Severus' small living room with a cup of tea waiting for them on the small table, the older man asked, "What do you want to talk about?"
"I …" Draco trailed off, staring at his hands which were twisting together. He tried to collect his thoughts; where should he begin? How should he start? What would his godfather think when he heard that he had attacked Harry?
Severus didn't say anything; he only sipped his tea and gazed calmly at him.
"All right, it's … Something happened in Dumbledore's house. Something between Harry and I," he finally started and hoped his voice wouldn't waver.
"What happened?"
"I don't know exactly. There is … some sort of hole in my memories. One minute, I'm searching through a closet in Dumbledore's bedroom and the next minute, I'm standing in a completely different room and Harry … Harry had stab wounds in his hand and shoulder," he replied and swallowed, before continuing in a small voice, "I don't know what happened, but I attacked him. I can't remember doing it, but Harry didn't want me to touch him and he was afraid of me. He's never been afraid of me, not even when we were still school rivals." His throat felt like it was closing up, but he forced himself to keep talking while his hands clenched around his knees. "I want to talk to him about it, to hear what happened, but he's been avoiding me the entire week and I don't know what to do! I don't want to lose him, but if this keeps going on, I don't know how we'll fix it. I – I just … I don't know what to do."
He looked down at his lap and tried to resist the urge to fidget. Only he and Harry had known what had really caused Harry's wounds and if Draco had had any choice, he would have liked to kept that particular truth to themselves. He didn't expect Severus to act in a violent manner – not like Black would have done or maybe even Lupin if they knew the truth – but there were worse ways for his godfather to react.
Like being disappointed. Or distrustful of anything Draco would do.
Would he be willing to help him? Would he want to help someone who had unknowingly cursed his own lover?
"Can you remember anything peculiar that happened right before you blanked out?" Severus asked calmly and placed his cup back on the table.
Draco shot him a quick glance to gauge his reaction, but all he saw was a blank face gazing back at him.
His eyebrows furrowed while he dug through his memories of that day. The minutes before his memory loss were fuzzy, unclear. As if someone had tried to wipe out those minutes furiously, but hadn't completely succeeded.
"I was looking through the closet," Draco answered slowly, concentrating on the small fidgets that he could catch. "Trying to find a ward or so that would keep the portrait behind it. I remember getting dust in my face when I opened the closet." He shook his head. "Can't remember much. One moment I'm looking in the closet, shoving some boxes aside and then the next I'm in another room and Harry is sitting on the bed, bleeding."
Severus leant forwards and narrowed his eyes. "You said you got dust in your face," he spoke slowly. "Can you recall the colour of that dust?"
Draco stared at him blankly. "You think the dust has something to do with it? It looked like normal dust to me."
"Concentrate on the memory, Draco," Severus retorted sharply.
Slightly cowed, Draco closed his eyes and tried to recall the texture and the colour of the dust. No matter how hard he tried, all he could remember was a lot of dust hitting him in his face and his first reaction had been to shield his face and try to wipe it off with his sleeve. Studying the colour of the dust had not been a priority at that time.
Trying to ignore the feeling of being a failure, he opened his eyes and looked up. "I'm sorry, I can't remember anything specific about the dust. My first reaction was to wipe it away," he replied uncomfortably.
The other man looked contemplatively. "There is something else we could try, but I do not know whether you would agree to it."
"What is it?" Draco asked, not able to mask the eagerness in his voice. If Severus knew something that could bring out the memory of what had really happened, then he didn't care what he had to do. By now he would agree to anything that could offer him help.
Severus raised an eyebrow, but answered, "With your permission, I could use Legilimency on you to try to draw out the memory. However, it will most likely be more painful than you are used to as I will need to use more power. Are you certain you are ready for it?"
Draco swallowed, but nodded slowly. He wasn't looking forward to the pain that he would have to endure, but with Harry not willing to talk to him, this was the only chance he had at discovering what exactly had happened.
Severus regarded him with hooded eyes, but nodded and grasped his wand. "Clear your mind and lower your Occlumency shields."

Troubled, grey eyes regarded him nervously when he raised his wand. Despite being nervous, his godson kept his eyes locked onto his, giving him direct access to his mind.
"Legilimens," Severus whispered and was almost immediately dropped into Draco's mind. Like he was instructed, there were no shields present that could have thrown him out and he carefully stepped forwards, looking around.
Memories were lazily drifting around; floating above, next and under him. Unlike last time, Draco's mind was not in turmoil and there were no random fires burning or muddy pools covering the memories.
Still, even with his mind healthy, it was not an easy task to find the correct memory. Considering Draco had mentioned memory loss, it would be difficult to view the memory as the mind would be covering it up. Suffering from memory loss did not automatically mean that the memory was entirely gone; more often than not, it was simply deeply buried into the mind, hidden behind others.
Sometimes people could gain their memories back if the memory loss was not severe, but if Severus' suspicions were correct, then his godson would not manage to regain the memory; no matter how hard he tried.
He practically glided forwards on the path that had appeared beneath his feet while his eyes roved across the various screens displaying the memories.
On his right, the memory showed a young Draco chasing a couple of peacocks while Lucius told him exasperatedly to stop running around.
The one floating above him displayed a frowning Draco, focused on reading in a large, dusty tome.
Ten steps further and the Potions Master halted when a memory sprung up in front of him. It was the Last Battle with the Dark Lord; black eyes gazed as a bloodied Harry Potter pushed a panicking and furious Draco back while barking a Sleeping charm before he turned around to lead the Dark Lord away from the castle.
Dismissing the memory, he walked further, but had to stop abruptly when a new memory popped up in front of him and nearly made him topple over. This memory seemed more recent; judging from the lack of natural light, Severus assumed the memory took place somewhere in the dungeons.
He received his answer when a blond head popped up from underneath the rumpled sheets and half lidded eyes blearily looked around until they spotted the body resting next to him. Curiosity bloomed up in silver grey eyes and Draco suddenly disappeared underneath the blankets, shifting around until he was laying down between two slender legs.
Severus cleared his throat and hastily stepped around the memory when it showed Draco showering Potter's stomach with tender kisses.
There was a limit to what he wanted to know about his godson. Him frolicking around with Potter went past his limits.
Several other memories popped up – ranging from Draco's childhood to the present – but Severus ignored them all once it became clear it was not the one he was searching.
When the path changed from smooth stone to chipped ones, he narrowed his eyes. Darkness started to surround him and the air became thick, as if he was breathing in syrup. His senses heightened by the unusual atmosphere, it didn't take long for him to notice the pulsing threads a bit further ahead.
He approached it cautiously and stopped two feet away from it. The memory was slightly decompressed and thick veins were curled around it, pulsating with a strange, dark purple light. Black gold dust covered the screen and Severus inhaled sharply.
It was as he had suspected: the Incubus Victimae curse.
Even though it was called a curse, a wand was not needed nor an incantation. The dust was said to originate from the dead skin of an Incubus. The curse required two people to be in each other's vicinity. When it was absorbed by the first person, it would warp his or her mind until he or she acted like the worst nightmare of the other person. In a sense it made both people a victim: the first one – hit by the dust – would never know what he or she had done while influenced by it and the other person would experience his or her worst nightmare.
In the case of his godson and Potter, Draco had behaved according to Potter's worst fear. Had Potter feared Draco attacking him? Or had something else happened? The curse preyed on the deepest fear of the second person and more often than not, this person was not aware of his or her own fear.
He wasn't certain whether he really wanted to watch the memory unfold, but he had no choice if he wanted to help Draco. He couldn't use his magic here as it would be too dangerous, so he had to manually untangle the veins, ignoring the way they throbbed against his skin.
It took a while to remove the veins; sometimes he could feel a flicker of pain thrumming through Draco's brain and while his first instinct was to get out of his mind, he just clenched his teeth and kept removing the thick veins. He had warned Draco that it would be painful and if he left now, they would have to do it all over again.
Finally, the veins let out a soft 'puff' sound and they dissolved, leaving a slightly battered memory behind.
Steeling himself for whatever he would see, he reached out with his hand and touched the memory, which unfolded itself like the wings of a bird and wrapped around him, drawing him in.
He landed right next to a bed; Draco was standing in front of an open closet, rubbing his face with a grimace tainting his mouth. Potter was on the opposite of the room, his one hand resting on a closed drawer.
"Are you all right?" Potter asked concerned and seemed to contemplate whether he needed to cross the room to help the blond.
Some dust coated Draco's face and he spat, rubbing his hand over his lips. "Eugh, disgusting! Yeah, I'm all right. Just some stupid dust that hit me when I opened this fucking closet."
Severus raised an eyebrow; if either of his parents had been present, he doubted Draco would have worded his answer like that.
Potter shook his head and turned his attention back to the desk. While the dark haired wizard was riffling through some papers, Severus focused his attention on Draco.
At first Draco didn't seem affected; he continued to rummage through the closet, pushing aside some objects and clothes. After a couple of minutes, however, he slowed down until he stood motionless in front of the closet. Severus walked a bit closer and looked at the grey eyes; they were staring blankly at the back of the closet.
The rustle of clothes made Severus turn around.
"Hey Draco, look what I found," Potter called out and turned around while still looking at the notebook. "This is Dumbledore's … Hey, is something the matter?" he asked when he noticed how still Draco stood. Potter threw the notebook on the desk and approached Draco carefully. "Seriously, is something wrong? Did you get hurt or so?" He placed his hand on Draco's shoulder, giving it a quick squeeze.
Severus took a few steps back – even though they wouldn't feel his presence at all – and watched how the blank look in Draco's eyes was replaced by something dark.
"Don't touch me!" Draco snapped and smacked Potter's hand away, whirling around so that he could face him.
Potter stumbled back and stared at the blond wide-eyed, before he grew visibly annoyed. "What the hell is your problem? You don't have to be so rude about …"
"Filthy Halfbloods like you shouldn't touch me," Draco said coldly.
"Excuse me?" Potter stared incredulously at the blond and Severus concealed a wince.
Draco sneered. "Are you deaf as well, scarhead? I said that filthy Halfbloods like you shouldn't touch me. Do you need me to repeat that a third time or did your brain – small as it is – finally manage to comprehend it?"
It was as if Severus was staring at a younger version of Draco who spitefully tried to capture Potter's attention. How many times had he heard Draco insulting Potter when they were younger? How many times had he ignored the verbal fight until it became impossible to ignore?
"Fuck you, Draco," Potter whispered angrily and clenched his hands. "Is this some kind of sick joke? Because I really don't think it's funny, you asshole!"
"A sick joke?" Draco repeated and looked thoughtfully, tapping the tip of his wand to his chin. "No, it's not a joke. This is just me finally getting sick of all the crap I have to put up with thanks to you. Seriously, I'm in this fucking hellhole, just because you can't fight your own battles and need other people to win. What do I get out of this? Nothing! I'm risking my life here and I get nothing in return."
"What the fuck are you …"
"I guess you could say that screwing you is my reward, but honestly, you're not that great in the sack," Draco continued, laughing coldly. "I thought fucking you would be better than fucking some girl, because guys can't get pregnant unless they take a potion, but of course once again you had to defy the fucking odds and you had to get knocked up. My life is getting ruined thanks to you and a baby I don't want and you honestly expect me to put up with it? Fuck, if only you were good in bed, then it wouldn't have been that bad, but you really suck. Not to mention that …"
SMACK!
Draco's head flew to the side when Potter's fist met his cheek and he blinked, looking a bit dazed while he stumbled back until he hit the closet.
"Go to hell, Malfoy," Potter whispered and looked like he was furiously blinking his tears away.
Severus became aware of the fact that he was holding his breath and slowly exhaled. He took in the dark glare on Draco's face and a sense of foreboding rose up in him. Draco had always been more likely to lash out in a violent manner when he was glaring like that.
Potter either didn't take notice of the dark glare or simply chose to ignore it; he turned around and snapped, "You won't have to put up with me for any longer. You can go to hell for all I care!"
Potter had barely taken two steps when Draco charged forwards and slammed against him. Potter was thrown on the bed with a choked yell.
"What the hell do you …" Potter's furious question was cut off by his scream of pain when a knife stabbed through his right hand.
Draco glared furiously at him. "You won't get away with laying a hand on me!" His hand slammed down on the knife, driving it even further through Potter's hand, making him scream again.
Blood started trickling from the wound; before Draco could touch him again, Potter's magic acted up and slammed against the blond. Draco was thrown off of him, collapsing against the wall.
While Severus watched the scene unfolding with an aghast face, Potter managed to pull the knife out of his hand; a choked scream escaped him and he moaned, curling up around his wounded hand. Blindly groping around the bed, he grabbed his wand with his left hand and stood up, looking like he would faint.
Potter stumbled out of the room without casting another glance at the wizard crumpled against the wall.
The memory had not ended yet. Severus watched how Draco pulled himself up, his teeth bared in a snarl. His wild eyes roved around the room and Severus couldn't supress the light shiver that danced across his spine when animalistic, grey eyes briefly met his. Hissing something between his teeth, Draco stormed over to the bed and snatched the bloodied knife off of the bed, staring at it with a strange, thoughtful face. His eyes focused on the floor and a large, crooked smile appeared on his face.
Unwillingly, Severus followed his gaze and noticed the small, ruby red droplets scattered across the floor. In his haste to leave the room, Potter had neglected to notice that he was leaving a trail behind in the form of his own blood.
Dread rising up in his chest, Severus followed his godson out of the room. The droplets of blood led to a closed door and Draco blasted it open with a snarled 'Alohomora'.
"Hey, darling, if you want to hide, make sure you don't leave a trail behind," Draco sneered and his eyes glinted madly when he closed the door behind him, Severus already having slipped inside. "Playing hide and seek is hardly any fun if you dirty the floor and walls with your blood."
At first Severus thought Draco had become delirious and was just talking to something his brain had imagined. There was nobody in the room.
Until he looked down and saw the trail of blood ending abruptly near the wall, while a choked gasp tore through the sharp silence.
Of course, Potter had been carrying his Invisibility Cloak in his bag. Severus could have smacked his forehead for not realising that fact sooner. To his utter surprise, Draco managed to snatch the Cloak off of Potter with a simple Summoning charm, leaving Severus to stare at the blond. It should have been impossible for him to use a Summoning charm on an Invisibility Cloak; they were designed in such a manner that those particular charms bounced off of them. Had the curse made it possible? Or perhaps the bond?
"Let's see how long it takes before you're reduced to a sobbing mess," Draco smiled dangerously and advanced on Potter, who was staring at him like a petrified animal in front of a dangerous predator.
Potter had the foresight to cast a strong shield around him, but Draco was unimpressed by that, judging from the scoff he uttered.
Draco snickered and came to a stop a few feet away from the shield. "A shield? Let's see how long that will hold up against my spells."
Severus could hear Potter gasp when one of Draco's spells landed against the shield; it rattled heavily.
The spells continued to hit the shield and it didn't take the blond long before the shield was thinning and weakening. Through the shield, Severus could see Potter fumbling around in his bag, looking at a vial he had procured.
Right at the moment Draco managed to break through the shield and storm forwards, Potter opened the vial with a spell and thrusted it forwards. The liquid hit Draco right in his face and Snape nearly covered his ears when Draco screamed in pain, his hands frantically trying to wipe off the liquid.
Meanwhile Potter had sunk down on the bed, staring wide eyed at the knife which was firmly impaled in his shoulder.
Well, that explained how Potter had ended up with those wounds. It was a miracle that the knife hadn't hit any major artery or any of his organs.
Deciding he had seen enough, he pulled back out of the memory. His heart beat fast in his chest, but he ignored that in favour of concentrating on the memory. He could remove the dust completely, but the shock of the revealed memory could harm Draco more than was healthy. It would probably be best to give him the potion meant to counteract this particular curse and let the potion work on restoring his memory slowly.
Nodding slowly, he abruptly turned back and stepped onto the path again. He had learnt what he needed. Now it was time to inform Draco of what had happened.
For once, Severus couldn't entirely blame Potter for not wanting to face this particular situation. That didn't mean Potter could keep avoiding his godson.

Silence fell over the two wizards once the older one was done conveying what he had seen. Grey eyes dropped to the floor and hands clenched around his cup; the tea had grown cold.
So that was what had occurred during the time he had been unaware of his actions. He tried to swallow; needles seemed to be stuck in his throat. No wonder his lover wasn't keen on discussing what had happened; he had not only endured physical violence, but also verbal and emotional violence. It didn't matter that it hadn't lasted long; it had been long enough to leave an impression behind – and he was not talking about the physical scars.
How on earth was he supposed to fix this?
"So Harry is afraid I'm just using him?" Draco finally broke the silence. He knew Harry had doubted his real intentions in the beginning once he heard of his former flings, but he had thought Harry had realised that his feelings were truthful. He wasn't using Harry for sex or money or fame or anything. He loved him and he loved their unborn baby.
Severus looked at him sharply. "Draco, Potter is not aware of this particular fear. He probably won't even know what you're talking about if you confront him."
"But you just said that the curse fed on the fears of the second person," Draco pointed out and frowned.
"On the deepest fear, yes, but that does not mean that Potter was aware of it. Many people have fears that they don't know about until they are confronted by them," Severus explained and glanced at the door that hid his private potion inventory. "I'll give you a potion that is specifically developed to deal with this sort of memory loss."
"But what am I supposed to do now?" Draco asked helplessly. "I know now what really happened, but that still doesn't give me a clue as to what I should do now."
Black eyes glanced at him exasperatingly, making him scowl slightly in return. "Draco, you cannot do anything else but talk to Potter about this. There is no magical cure for this situation; all you can do is talk to him and explain what the curse did." He let out a soft scoff. "Potter may be dense at times, but he probably has realised by now that a curse had taken control over you."
"But Harry doesn't want to talk with me," Draco muttered and glanced away; he felt like they were going in circles. No matter what he said, it all came down to the fact that Harry utterly refused to talk to him.
Severus stood up and strode over to his private inventory. "Then make him talk," he snapped and opened the door with an inaudible spell incantation. "You know him the best; figure out a way to get him to stay put and talk."
I wish it was this easy, Draco thought sourly and accepted the small vial.

Two days later, Draco still hadn't managed to catch Harry on his own. If he wasn't becoming so frustrated at Harry's avoidance, he would have been impressed with the way Harry managed to keep out of his way. It didn't matter at which time he entered Harry's private quarters; his lover was never present. Only Ruby and Sapphire were present to see his pained grimace every time he came upon an empty room.
His mood darkening even more, he made his way back to the Slytherin's common room; silently wondering whether it would be worth the humiliation to ask either Black or Lupin whether they knew Harry's whereabouts. Or even better yet: whether they could get him and Harry alone in a room to finally talk.
Mara looked up when he entered the dormitory. Blaise was downstairs; he had opened his mouth, but once he noticed Draco's foul mood, he had wisely turned away to engage a younger Slytherin in some conversation about Charms. The rest of his roommates were either in the common room or in the library, frantically trying to finish their homework on time.
He let himself fall down on his bed and crossed his arms underneath his head. Would it be over the top if he casted a Sticky Floor charm on Harry's feet?
Mara's ear twitched and she turned her head to stare at him. "You did not manage to talk with your mate?"
Draco's scowl turned worse. "No, I didn't. He wasn't in his quarters and the library is hardly the right place for this particular discussion."
A sigh left her body. "Ruby says his master is trying to distract himself with homework or his family."
Silver grey eyes narrowed and turned to look at her suspiciously. "You've been talking to Ruby?" he asked and sat up to lean against his pillow. "Couldn't he just bring Harry to me?" he muttered darkly. For beings so obsessed about their bond, their pets didn't seem eager to help him out.
"Of course I talk with him." Her eyes clearly conveyed how stupid she thought his question had been. "We have to keep each other updated. As for your second question: this is between you and him. We cannot interfere in the matters of the heart."
"Funny how you keep interfering in other matters," he mumbled underneath his breath and Mara huffed.
"Apparently your mate has been talking with the wolf like man about your cub," Mara continued and her eyes gained an apprehensive glint.
His muscles tensed in response and he warily asked, "What did he and Lupin talk about?"
By now he should have expected to not like the answer he would receive.
"He asked how long parents can be apart before it affects the unborn cub."
His breath escaped him with a pained 'whoosh'.

AN2: Small cliffhanger *coughs*
Next chapter will deal with Harry's pov of the last few days. Please leave your thoughts behind in a review!
See you in the next chapter!
Cuddles
Melissa
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