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With All Erased	By : Pheobi Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14449 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Dedication - This chapter is dedicated to Tori!!! She found my stuff via a Harry Potter fanpage I admin on facebook and inspired me to search for my lost jump drive, thus enabling me to update this!!! Thanks, Tori! Love ya lots! *huggles*

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A/N: So, my mom named this chapter. lmao...I know, corny. But once she said it, I couldn't think of anything else (I was laughing too hard, to be honest!) and so it sort of stuck. To anyone too young to understand the humor of this title: Are you old enough to read an NC17 story? Just saying. Also, another quick nod to the lovely Veritas03 for letting me use her photo albums and 'marbles'; they should both feature highly in the next chapter or two. No promises, of course...plot bunnies, you understand. But hopefully. I hope you like this chapter. Happy reading! ~ FA/VR
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Harry blinked his eyes open slowly, confused. He felt so fuzzy...like his brain was filled with cobwebs and he couldn't see through them. His head also hurt and his body ached and he felt like he was going to vomit. He groaned and closed his eyes again, taking deep breaths through his nose in a bid to bring the nausea under control. He struggled to figure out what was going on. Something was niggling at the back of his mind...but what? He struggled to make sense of his chaotic memories.
He remembered the Thestral flight to the Ministry...the fighting...Sirius. Sirius falling through the Veil and the Time-Turner...ending up in his 11 year old body. Changing the past. But that couldn't have happened, could it? Harry blinked his eyes open again. He was in the Headmaster's office. Why? He blinked slowly and pushed himself up to a sitting position. Something wasn't right...he just couldn't quite place what. Finally, after a long moment, he realized what. He didn't have his glasses on, but he could see. He looked around the room and noticed a group of people talking in the corner, near the fireplace.
"Sirius?" He whispered it and the man turned, a huge smile on his face, looking relieved. "Oh Merlin...Sirius!" Harry flew across the room and into Sirius's arms, sobbing hysterically. "I...oh Merlin...you were...and then...but I..."
"Shhhh..." Sirius soothed, rubbing Harry's back, looking at Albus, Minerva, and Snape in concern. "Harry, pup, Bambi...it's okay, I promise! Everything's fine. Shhh..."
"Harry..." Severus very gently pulled Harry away from Sirius and into his own arms, tipping his face up to look into those vibrant green eyes. "Harry, Sirius doesn't know. About you. So he doesn't understand." Harry's eyes widened at the gentle, caring way Snape was touching him. "I am the only one who understand why you're upset. The only one you told; about Sirius, I mean."
Harry's mouth formed a small 'O' and then he nodded. "Can we tell him? About...about me, I mean? Not about the other. I don't think..." He shook his head. "I can't tell him about the other."
Severus nodded. "I agree. And that's why he's here. We didn't want to tell him until you...came back." Severus explained. "You felt there was too much risk of changing things you didn't want changed if more people knew."
Sirius growled low in his throat. He knew Snape and Harry were close, and he tolerated it because Harry was adamant about it, but he didn't like the way the man touched his godson. "What do you mean, until he came back? Where the hell did my godson go, Snivellus?"
"Sirius!" Harry admonished, horrified. Obviously he trusted Severus Snape since he'd told him about Sirius's death; he couldn't believe his godfather would be so rude. "Do not call him that!"
"It's alright, Harry. Black just can't help himself." Severus sneered, then smiled at Harry. "And Harry has been in the past. As of this precise moment, he remembers nothing of the last five years of his schooling. He remembers nothing since the afternoon of September the fourth, 1991, because the timeline he lived in is not the same as this one." He looked coldly at Sirius and said. "In his original timeline, you were in Azkaban until his third year. He went back to change that." It was a lie, but not a huge one, all things considered so Harry allowed it.
"The potion?" He asked, smiling nervously at Snape. "Did...did you manage to modify it, Professor Snape?"
Snape looked startled. "Ah...yes. Yes, I did." He said nothing else; he merely stared at Harry with a slightly stunned expression still on his face. It made Harry uncomfortable.
"Sir?" Harry questioned, noticing the other adults in the room looked surprised as well. "Did...did I say something wrong?"
"You normally call the slimy git 'Sev' when there's no other students around. I blame Draco for that." Sirius snarled, shaking his head in annoyance. "I adore the boy, really, Harry. He's been a great best friend to you. But really...Sev?"
Harry looked at Sna...Sev. He looked at Sev curiously. "I...call you Sev?" He asked quietly. Severus nodded and Harry smiled a little. "And Draco stayed best friends with me?"
"Yes, along with Miss Granger and the youngest Mr. Weasley. You are also friends with Blaise, Theodore, Daphne, Pansy, Mr. Longbottom, Mr Thomas, Mr. Finnegan, and Miss Weasley." He frowned and added. "And I believe a Miss Lovegood is also friends with you."
"Oh." Harry smiled widely. "Well, okay then!" He held out a hand to Severus. "So, Sev...the potion? You said you managed to modify, but what exactly is different?"
"What potion are you talking about?" Sirius demanded, glaring at Snape. "I don't want you giving Harry anything unless I know what it is and what it's going to do! Especially not something you modified, Snape!"
Dumbledore cleared his throat, gaining the attention of Sirius, Harry, and Severus. "The potion, Sirius, is to integrate the memories of the last five years into Harry's mind. But since the last time we did this it took nearly two months, and was very difficult on young Harry, Severus modified the potion. Instead, it will allow Harry to remember things as the memories are triggered. By photos, letters, comments from people, smells, taste...various things."
Sirius stared at Albus with wide-eyes. "That's why Harry was in the hospital wing for the beginning of his first year? Because he was getting memories?" Albus nodded. "And you lot want him to do it again? But...isn't that painful?"
"Harry has been faking migraines for several months now, Sirius." It was Minerva who spoke now. "So that when a memory hits, should it be intense, Harry will have an excuse. He will be able to claim a migraine and be excused. Although, to be honest, much of his recall-period will be over the summer, for which we are grateful."
"It's okay, Sirius." Harry told him, trying to look calm and reassuring. "Really. I know what I'm doing." He turned back to Severus and smiled again. "So...potion?" He held out his hand and Severus handed it to him. "Blood?"
Severus nodded. "It's already been added, Harry." He smiled encouragingly. "I did my best to make the taste...bearable. It's sort of a lemon-flavor."
Harry's eyes widened. "Oh! Well...thank you, Sev." Harry realized he and Severus Snape must be much closer than he'd ever expected. He unstoppered the vial and swallowed it down, grimacing at the vile tasting potion. "Ugh...lemon? On what planet is that lemon Sev?" He caught Sev grinning and realized the man had tricked him. "You lying, sneaky git!" Harry laughed, shaking his head. "What, didn't you think I'd take it?"
"Of course. I just think it's amusing when you aren't braced for something to taste bad and your whole face sort of scrunches up." Sev replied with a smirk. "Especially since your other-self rarely fell for my pranks anymore. He was far too cunning, and used to my sense of humor. You shall be an easy target over the next few months, Harry. I plan to enjoy that."
"Sure, pick on the handicapped kid." Harry pouted at Severus. "I have a brain-problem right now, you know!"
Severus snorted. "You always have a brain problem, Harry." He said dryly. "Pretending otherwise is pointless."
Harry laughed again, then turned to grin at Sirius. "So, Siri...I live with you?" Sirius nodded, saying nothing. "Okay...er, do I still call you Siri or do I call you Padfoot or...what?" Sirius was looking at him in anguish and Harry didn't understand. "I...okay, Siri, you gotta help me out here. No memories, remember?"
"I..." Sirius cleared his throat and tried again. "You call me 'Dad', Harry. Have since you turned 12." He shook his head, wiping at the tears falling down his cheeks. "If you don't want to anymore...I...I understand."
Harry blew out the candles on an enormous chocolate cake, laughing delightedly when his friends - Ron, Hermione, Neville, Draco, Theodore, Daphne, Pansy, and Blaise - all cheered. He'd blown them all out, which meant he'd get his wish. "So, Pup, what did you wish for?" Sirius asked, his voice booming from behind Harry.
Harry turned, laughing. "I can't tell you, or it won't come true!" He smiled happily. "That's what Draco said, anyway."
"I'll make it come true, Pup!" Sirius insisted, tickling his sides lightly, making Harry squirm in his seat, giggling. "Come on, Harry-boy! Tell your godfather what you wished for!"
"Now, now, Black." Severus purred softly from across the table. "Harry's right. Wishes don't come true if you tell people about them; let him keep his secret."
Harry smiled at Severus, then Sirius snapped. "I'll make it come true for him, Snape!" He ruffled Harry's hair, his voice gentler. "Come on, Pup. Let me make your wish come true."
"You're the only one who can." Harry admitted shyly, peering up at Sirius from behind his glasses. "I..." He bit his lip, seeming scared, then whispered. "I want to call you Dad..."
Sirius looked surprised for a moment before he started to cry, scooping Harry out of his chair and into his arms. He held the small boy against his chest, hugging him tightly and crying so hard they both shook with it. "Oh Harry...Harry, of course you can call me Dad! I'd be so proud to have you call me that!" He pressed a kiss to Harry's hair. "So proud."
Harry screamed, clutching at his head, as the image assailed his mind. It felt like when Snape had performed Leglimency on him, only a million times worse. Like when Voldemort forced his way into Harry's dreams and cast Crucio on some poor soul. Like when Voldemort touched him in the graveyard and it felt like his skull would split open. Suddenly Harry became aware of two sets of hands on him. One set was wrapped around him, cradling him against a warm, strong body. The second set was petting his hair and face in a soothing way.
"Shhh..." Severus's deep baritone whispered softly. "You mustn't fight the memories, Harry. They're yours. They're a part of you...a part of your mind and who you are. They'll only hurt if you try to resist. Once you learn to accept them, the pain will ease."
Severus was the one petting him, he realized. And it was Sirius who held him so carefully in his arms, like he was a precious gift to be protected and loved. "Dad..." He whispered, tears filling his eyes as he let himself be flooded with the emotions from that day. The overwhelming love and joy at really, truly being loved and accepted. At being wanted and having a home and a family. "I remember that now; my birthday wish. The party and the cake and the gifts..."
He sighed softly as the pain let up some, leaving only a vague ache. "It still hurts, but not as bad." He said with a glance at Sev.
Severus nodded, stroking Harry's forehead softly. "It will get easier, Harry. You just have to learn not to fight the memories." He smiled and leaned down, pressing a light kiss to Harry's forehead. "I'll give you pain potions to carry with you for the rest of school, in case it gets too bad, okay?"
Sirius growled. "Quit perving on Harry, Snape!" He snarled, hating once again how the older man touched Harry. "I've told you before it's disgusting."
Harry stiffened in Sirius's arms for a moment, then relaxed, his face tight and his eyes squeezed shut. Everyone held their breath and finally Harry sighed and opened his eyes, glaring at Sirius. "And I've told you before that he's not perving on me, Dad! He and mum were close; you said it yourself. He and I are close, too, and there's nothing wrong with that. He views me as a sort of honorary godson, just like Remmy does." He shook his head, his eyes narrowed on Sirius's face. "You are my godfather, Sirius...I call you Dad because I love you so much that no other word comes close to how I feel. But Sev is important to me, too, and you have got to learn to be okay with that."
Sirius sighed, looking defeated. "You don't even remember all the training and bonding and shit the two of you have done over the last five years and you're still defending him, Pup?" Harry nodded; he knew - just from the brief glimpse of memory he'd seen - that this was important to him. That Severus was important to him. "Then I'll try."
Harry smiled weakly. He hadn't been looking forward to scenes like the memory. Himself, red-faced and screaming, toe-to-toe with a furious Sirius. Himself, screaming about how Sev was there for him and had been good friends with his mum and how Sirius needed to stop being petty and childish and jealous and just get over it. Screaming about how Sirius was his guardian, not his damned owner, and he was allowed to be close to his Head of House. Screaming that if Sirius really loved him, he'd learn to accept Severus - for Harry's sake - and stop picking fights like they were still little kids. He was glad Sirius was going to stop finally.
"Thank you." Harry said quietly, before hugging him tightly. "I love you, Dad. A lot. But there are loads of important people in my life and I need you to be understanding and supportive right now. My head's messed up enough right now without adding stress."
"And on that note, I believe Harry should head to bed." Severus said, rising gracefully to his feet. "He needs to rest as I'm sure tomorrow will be a difficult day for him." The others agreed and Harry was bustled off to bed with an admonishment to take it easy and just try to observe the next day before saying anything that might give away that he wasn't entirely himself.
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A/N: Okay...so no photo albums or marbles yet. Should be the next chapter! Hope you liked it; reviews make me super happy! E-mail addresses get you update alerts! ~ FA
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