Fic: Homecoming - Part 14
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alisanneTitle: Homecoming - Part 14
Author:alisanne
Word count: 1160
Rating: PG13 for language
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy (eventually), Hermione Granger.
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slythindor100's Christmas Challenge prompt #14: Mistletoe.
Summary: Harry braves the Department of Mysteries.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta(s):sevfan and emynn.
Authors Notes: This is part 14 of my H/D Homecoming Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Back to Part 13 (LJ/IJ/DW)
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Homecoming - Part 14
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“How do you feel now?” Hermione asked several hours later, peering into Harry’s eyes.
“Confused,” admitted Harry, rubbing his temples with his fingertips. “I have all these memories and they’re all jumbled—”
Hermione handed him another potion phial.
Harry made a face. “You should know, that stuff doesn’t taste all that great.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Or you could wait for the memories to sort themselves out on their own. Should only take a few days.”
“Fine.” Sighing, Harry drank it, and before she said anything more, he lay down. “I know, I know. Close my eyes and it will help the memories sort themselves out.”
“Only took three times for you to get it,” muttered Ron.
Holding up two fingers in a rude gesture, Harry closed his eyes. He was getting accustomed to the sensation of the jumbled thoughts in his head calming until memories slotted themselves into the right spot. It was still confusing since his new Muggle memories had to place themselves, too, but Hermione’d promised this would be the last session.
Sighing, Harry wished Draco was there. But of course he’d driven him off, and even Hermione’s Patronus messages hadn’t raised a peep out of him. Not that Harry blamed him.
After about twenty minutes, Harry opened his eyes and sat up.
“How do you feel?” Hermione asked.
Harry smiled. “Like myself again.” He shook his head. “Although I’m still not sure why I chose accounting.”
“I’m not sure you chose it, to be honest.” Hermione crossed her arms. “From what I saw of the dampening spell, there were coercive elements to it, too. It seems when the person hexed you, they wanted you to go as far as possible into the Muggle world and into a field that would have the least likelihood of interaction with the wizarding world.”
Harry nodded. “Accounting was a good choice, then.”
“Do you remember who it was who hexed you?” Ron asked.
“No,” Harry said, frustrated. “That bit of memory’s blank. Whoever they were, they covered their tracks well. And they picked a time when I was on a leave of absence from the DMLE, so no one really noticed I was gone.” He smiled. “Except Draco.”
“We noticed,” said Ron. “We just thought you were being reclusive. You were only gone a few weeks, after all.”
“I have memories for years, though.” Harry shook his head. “How does that work?”
“The mind is a mystery,” said Hermione. “But at least you have everything back now.”
“Yeah, if only I could forget the accounting bits!” said Harry.
“Those should fade eventually since they were invented and placed in your head.” Hermione hummed. “Whoever did this was clever, though. Which means it could happen again. You have to be careful.”
Harry nodded. “I will.”
“Right,” said Ron, glancing at the clock. “No point in returning to work now. It’s Christmas Eve. Are you coming to the Burrow tonight, mate?”
“Yeah, there’s just one thing I have to do first.”
“You shouldn't do anything too strenuous,” said Hermione. “It’s been a long day and you’re recovering from a pretty severe curse.”
“I know, I know.” Harry held up a hand. “But there’s someone I have to talk to.”
Ron sighed. “Let me guess. Malfoy?”
Harry shrugged. “I owe him, and I was pretty awful to him.”
Ron nodded. “I remember how things were between you two before. Fine, do what you must. I’ll have Mum set out two extra plates, yeah?”
Harry could feel himself flushing. “I wouldn’t make any assumptions yet, mate.”
Ron grinned. “Better to be careful. See you later!” After a brief hug, Ron left via Floo.
Hermione smiled. “I’ll see you and Draco later,” she said with a wink. “Oh, and if I were you I’d use the Floo to travel. Technically you’re still on leave, so unless you want spend most of the rest of the day being waylaid by random people wanting to chat, I’d be discreet.”
Harry nodded. “I am going to have to report to the DMLE at some point.” He shook his head. “Who do you think could have done this to me?”
“I have no idea.” Hermione patted his arm. “You’ll find them, though.”
“I know.”
The Floo let him out at the public entrance to the Ministry, and ducking his head, Harry walked in. No one noticed him as he made his way to the lifts and then to the Department of Mysteries.
Draco’s office was at the far end of the hall, and Harry only hesitated a moment before knocking.
The door flew open. “What?” Pansy Parkinson looked up at him. “Oh, it’s you. What do you want?”
“I need to speak to Draco.”
Parkinson raised an eyebrow. “About?”
“Pansy, who is it?”
Parkinson rolled her eyes. “Guess.”
There was a pause. “Let him in.”
Parkinson huffed, stepping side. “You’re lucky he’s so forgiving,” she muttered as Harry walked past. But as Harry approached Draco, his expression was cold. There was no forgiveness there that Harry could see.
“What is it, Potter?” he asked, looking up from the table where he was working. He appeared to be chopping up mistletoe.
“I came to apologise,” said Harry.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Hermione got to you, did she?”
Harry inclined his head. “Maybe.” He moved closer. “Although I also got my memories back. All of them.”
Draco went still. “Is that so? Congratulations.”
“Thanks.” Harry exhaled. “Which means I now remember our…complicated relationship.”
A loud snort from Parkinson made them both look over at her. “Right,” she said, smirking. “I’ll just be in the filing room. Filing.”
Once she was gone, Harry cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, Draco. I should have thanked you for finding me and instead I—”
“It’s fine, Potter,” Draco interrupted. “Now, if you’ll excuse—”
“I want you back,” said Harry. He grasped Draco’s arm, encouraged when he didn’t shake him off. “I remember all those evenings in the shared eighth-year common room, I remember our fights that turned into…more.”
Draco stared at him for a long moment. “What else do you remember?”
Harry smiled. “Snogging in the moonlight by the lake, evenings after Quidditch matches in your bed—”
Draco’s breath hitched. “We never fucked, though,“ he whispered. “We didn’t want to because we were still in school.”
“I know.” Harry leaned in, his lips brushing Draco’s ear. “I wish we had.”
“Me, too.” Draco pressed his lips to Harry’s jaw. “And then you joined the Aurors and I came here, and I really thought we’d—”
“And that’s when I was hexed.” Harry drew back, looking at Draco. “No wonder you thought I was taking the piss that day we bumped into each other and I didn’t know you.”
Draco shrugged.
Harry pressed his forehead against Draco’s. “Do you have plans tonight?” he asked softly.
Draco exhaled. “Nothing that can’t be rescheduled, I suppose.”
“Good.” Harry smiled. “Come with me to the Burrow.”
~
Part 15 (LJ/IJ/DW)
Author:
alisanneWord count: 1160
Rating: PG13 for language
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy (eventually), Hermione Granger.
Challenge: Written for
slythindor100/slythindor100/slythindor100's Christmas Challenge prompt #14: Mistletoe.Summary: Harry braves the Department of Mysteries.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta(s):
sevfan and emynn.Authors Notes: This is part 14 of my H/D Homecoming Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Back to Part 13 (LJ/IJ/DW)
~
Homecoming - Part 14
~
“How do you feel now?” Hermione asked several hours later, peering into Harry’s eyes.
“Confused,” admitted Harry, rubbing his temples with his fingertips. “I have all these memories and they’re all jumbled—”
Hermione handed him another potion phial.
Harry made a face. “You should know, that stuff doesn’t taste all that great.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Or you could wait for the memories to sort themselves out on their own. Should only take a few days.”
“Fine.” Sighing, Harry drank it, and before she said anything more, he lay down. “I know, I know. Close my eyes and it will help the memories sort themselves out.”
“Only took three times for you to get it,” muttered Ron.
Holding up two fingers in a rude gesture, Harry closed his eyes. He was getting accustomed to the sensation of the jumbled thoughts in his head calming until memories slotted themselves into the right spot. It was still confusing since his new Muggle memories had to place themselves, too, but Hermione’d promised this would be the last session.
Sighing, Harry wished Draco was there. But of course he’d driven him off, and even Hermione’s Patronus messages hadn’t raised a peep out of him. Not that Harry blamed him.
After about twenty minutes, Harry opened his eyes and sat up.
“How do you feel?” Hermione asked.
Harry smiled. “Like myself again.” He shook his head. “Although I’m still not sure why I chose accounting.”
“I’m not sure you chose it, to be honest.” Hermione crossed her arms. “From what I saw of the dampening spell, there were coercive elements to it, too. It seems when the person hexed you, they wanted you to go as far as possible into the Muggle world and into a field that would have the least likelihood of interaction with the wizarding world.”
Harry nodded. “Accounting was a good choice, then.”
“Do you remember who it was who hexed you?” Ron asked.
“No,” Harry said, frustrated. “That bit of memory’s blank. Whoever they were, they covered their tracks well. And they picked a time when I was on a leave of absence from the DMLE, so no one really noticed I was gone.” He smiled. “Except Draco.”
“We noticed,” said Ron. “We just thought you were being reclusive. You were only gone a few weeks, after all.”
“I have memories for years, though.” Harry shook his head. “How does that work?”
“The mind is a mystery,” said Hermione. “But at least you have everything back now.”
“Yeah, if only I could forget the accounting bits!” said Harry.
“Those should fade eventually since they were invented and placed in your head.” Hermione hummed. “Whoever did this was clever, though. Which means it could happen again. You have to be careful.”
Harry nodded. “I will.”
“Right,” said Ron, glancing at the clock. “No point in returning to work now. It’s Christmas Eve. Are you coming to the Burrow tonight, mate?”
“Yeah, there’s just one thing I have to do first.”
“You shouldn't do anything too strenuous,” said Hermione. “It’s been a long day and you’re recovering from a pretty severe curse.”
“I know, I know.” Harry held up a hand. “But there’s someone I have to talk to.”
Ron sighed. “Let me guess. Malfoy?”
Harry shrugged. “I owe him, and I was pretty awful to him.”
Ron nodded. “I remember how things were between you two before. Fine, do what you must. I’ll have Mum set out two extra plates, yeah?”
Harry could feel himself flushing. “I wouldn’t make any assumptions yet, mate.”
Ron grinned. “Better to be careful. See you later!” After a brief hug, Ron left via Floo.
Hermione smiled. “I’ll see you and Draco later,” she said with a wink. “Oh, and if I were you I’d use the Floo to travel. Technically you’re still on leave, so unless you want spend most of the rest of the day being waylaid by random people wanting to chat, I’d be discreet.”
Harry nodded. “I am going to have to report to the DMLE at some point.” He shook his head. “Who do you think could have done this to me?”
“I have no idea.” Hermione patted his arm. “You’ll find them, though.”
“I know.”
The Floo let him out at the public entrance to the Ministry, and ducking his head, Harry walked in. No one noticed him as he made his way to the lifts and then to the Department of Mysteries.
Draco’s office was at the far end of the hall, and Harry only hesitated a moment before knocking.
The door flew open. “What?” Pansy Parkinson looked up at him. “Oh, it’s you. What do you want?”
“I need to speak to Draco.”
Parkinson raised an eyebrow. “About?”
“Pansy, who is it?”
Parkinson rolled her eyes. “Guess.”
There was a pause. “Let him in.”
Parkinson huffed, stepping side. “You’re lucky he’s so forgiving,” she muttered as Harry walked past. But as Harry approached Draco, his expression was cold. There was no forgiveness there that Harry could see.
“What is it, Potter?” he asked, looking up from the table where he was working. He appeared to be chopping up mistletoe.
“I came to apologise,” said Harry.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Hermione got to you, did she?”
Harry inclined his head. “Maybe.” He moved closer. “Although I also got my memories back. All of them.”
Draco went still. “Is that so? Congratulations.”
“Thanks.” Harry exhaled. “Which means I now remember our…complicated relationship.”
A loud snort from Parkinson made them both look over at her. “Right,” she said, smirking. “I’ll just be in the filing room. Filing.”
Once she was gone, Harry cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, Draco. I should have thanked you for finding me and instead I—”
“It’s fine, Potter,” Draco interrupted. “Now, if you’ll excuse—”
“I want you back,” said Harry. He grasped Draco’s arm, encouraged when he didn’t shake him off. “I remember all those evenings in the shared eighth-year common room, I remember our fights that turned into…more.”
Draco stared at him for a long moment. “What else do you remember?”
Harry smiled. “Snogging in the moonlight by the lake, evenings after Quidditch matches in your bed—”
Draco’s breath hitched. “We never fucked, though,“ he whispered. “We didn’t want to because we were still in school.”
“I know.” Harry leaned in, his lips brushing Draco’s ear. “I wish we had.”
“Me, too.” Draco pressed his lips to Harry’s jaw. “And then you joined the Aurors and I came here, and I really thought we’d—”
“And that’s when I was hexed.” Harry drew back, looking at Draco. “No wonder you thought I was taking the piss that day we bumped into each other and I didn’t know you.”
Draco shrugged.
Harry pressed his forehead against Draco’s. “Do you have plans tonight?” he asked softly.
Draco exhaled. “Nothing that can’t be rescheduled, I suppose.”
“Good.” Harry smiled. “Come with me to the Burrow.”
~
Part 15 (LJ/IJ/DW)
