All\'s Fair In Love And War | By : jameschick Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21683 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Two Weeks
It's been two weeks and Harry still doesn't remember.
If Lucius weren’t already dead, I'd kill him.
Again.
Yes, I killed my father.
Do I regret it?
Hell no!
I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Mind you, if I had it to do over, knowing what I know now, knowing what he's cost me, I'd do it much slower, and much more painfully.
I'll start at the beginning, shall I?
We, Harry and I that is, had made plans to visit the Manor. I was looking forward to showing him my home, and remembering the good times I had had there as a child.
I apparated to the front gates and lowered the wards so that Harry could follow me. He came only seconds after I had arrived. Just in time, apparently, to intercept the Obliviate curse that my father had thrown.
At me.
Seems I underestimated the old man.
His plans of revenge were never to attack Harry. I should have known, even half-mad, that my father would not openly attack the wizard who defeated The Dark Lord. No, he was much too sneaky for that.
His plan, as far as I can piece together, was to Obliviate me, thus insuring that I wouldn't remember falling in love with Harry. This in turn would devastate Harry, giving father the revenge he sought. I can only imagine that he had other, more sinister, ideas in store for me as well. Most likely a marriage to a nice pureblood witch, several little heirs to the name, and a cushy Ministry job, bought no doubt by my generous donations.
Harry, being in the wrong place at the wrong time, screwed it all up for him.
As soon as the curse hit, I looked over Harry's shoulder to see the shocked, and enraged face of my father, his wand still drawn and pointed in our general direction.
So I did what any pissed off, semi-dark wizard would do. I gathered up every ounce of my hatred for the man standing across the way and then fired the killing curse at him. It was less satisfying than I would have thought it would be.
Then again, I was rather worried about my lover at the time.
Harry.
Merlin, he just stood there with this glassy-eyed look on his face.
I cupped his cheeks in my palms and called his name softly.
He responded.
Unfortunately, he responded by stepping away from me, looking around in fright and spitting my surname at me as though it were a curse before accusing me of kidnapping him to hand him over to Voldemort.
I tried to reason with him. At wand point mind you; I may love him, but I'm not stupid. Harry Potter is the strongest wizard in the world, and at that moment he didn't remember that we were in love.
He only saw me as Malfoy. He saw me as a threat.
In the end, I had to Stupefy him when he went for his wand.
I flooed Dumbledore and explained the situation. He came through into the parlour and examined Harry for himself. He used Legilimens to see what Harry remembered.
It turns out that he lost a whole year.
As far as Harry was concerned, it was the summer before seventh year.
He thought he was still seeing Zabini.
He thought that Voldemort was still at large.
He thought that I hated him and was planning to become a Death Eater after school finished.
That was two weeks ago.
Ron and Hermione have come to Hogwarts pretty much every day to see him. They've told him everything they can remember about the last year, even the painful stuff.
Hermione asked me to put my memories in a pensieve. She thinks it might help Harry to recover his own memory if he views mine. I can only hope she's right.
I want my lover back with me. I want to hold him in my arms and kiss his soft lips. I want to dance with him in the courtyard again, under a full moon. I want to see him when first wakes up, have him roll over and smile that sleepy, contented smile and then kiss me. I want to make love to him, to hear his soft moans as I pierce his flesh with my own. I want to hear him scream my name as he comes to a mind-shattering climax.
I just want him to remember that I am Draco. Not Malfoy. And that he loves me.
I miss him so much.
I do still see him - we're both still at Hogwarts after all - and he has been nice, friendly even, but he doesn't remember me. He still thinks of me as Malfoy.
He still calls me Malfoy.
I can't bring myself to call him Potter in return. He's still Harry to me, my Harry.
Severus says there is a chance that Harry will recover. That his mind is strong. That the memories are still there in his subconscious - somewhere.
He says I need to be strong.
He says I need to be patient.
I am trying.
But, it's been two weeks already.
How much longer do I have to wait?
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