This one I intended to write a long story going for at least from the end of the war to a few years later, but my lack of commitment withstanding, it ended up being a small piece of work. I never wrote explicit slash, and don't expect me to start to!

I chose DM/HP pairing for this simply because of an open reason for the story happening. I wasn't willing to make poor Draco lose his memory because of a Quaffle in the head or a spell gone south at Hogwarts. And hence was born this story.

Kate.

Harry blinked, suddenly feeling confused when his mind refused to register what he had just been told.

Everything felt weird as if nothing was held in place, as if the world was trembling, preparing to shed tears along with him.

Harry James Potter-Black had loved and lost in his life, when his godfather had died he had screamed at the deities, cried at the unfairness of his life. Now he had won the war, he had been hoping for a peaceful life, loving someone and being loved back. Going to work in the morning after a kiss from his lover, returning in the afternoon to join his lover who was back home, preparing dinner together, taking care of the garden together, squabbling, fighting, making up with some hot sex, snuggling on the couch, celebrating birthdays on a tropical beach, he had dreamt so much of a perfect life these last six months when he had realised that he would never love anyone else, never care for any other as he did for Draco!

He stumbled, reached for chair behind him. Draco had been obliviated when Rastaban Lestrange caught up with him when he was shopping in Hogsmeade. A lunatic who deemed him a traitor unworthy of their master's secrets, had erased nearly two years of memories.

Minerva was looking at him with strange pity in her eyes, knowing firsthand how much a lost love hurt.

"Drake will be able to recover his memories, right?" he asked somewhat uselessly as he knew as well as anyone how an obliviate was permanent. Remember Lockhart, a snide voice in his head grunted, derisively.

Minerva said softly, "No, child. He will not."

Refusing to give up, Harry asked, with a heartbreaking hope in his eyes, "What if we show him pensive memories?"

"It may affect him negatively, drive him to madness or even if nothing happens, he won't feel what he did in the memories, it will be like watching a movie for him simply with him starring as the actor."

His head was pounding. Harry got up unsteadily, "Minerva, I will be in the Forbidden Forest. I do not think that the 16-year old version of my boyfriend will appreciate me visiting, right?" He then gave a bitter laugh, "But hey, he is not even my boyfriend anymore!"

Tears came in both their eyes.

Harry banged the door, leaving the Headmistress of Hogwarts alone.

Minerva McGonagall dropped her head in her hands, grieving for the boy she had come to love as one of her own, a rash Gryffindor who had matured into this young man. Oh Merlin! Hasn't he suffered enough?

If the mood takes me, I will probably write more, as in the more in-depth reaction of Harry, Draco, and what decisions they take.

But I am open to ideas, people!

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Kate.