Discovering Love and Lost Memories

Harry sat on the couch in Number 12 Grimmauld Place, head in his hands. Beside him sat Ginny, her arm around Harry’s body in an attempt at comfort. She frowned as he shook his head yet again, and went on with what he had been saying before.



“I don’t know Ginny, it’s like...I know he was right. It doesn’t make any sense, but I feel that I do have some connection with him. But he’s pregnant…how is that even POSSIBLE!?” He stood and paced across the room several times, running his hand through his hair repeatedly.



Then he stopped. “You were there, Ginny, when I was found after being captured by the death eaters. Did I say anything? Did I do anything to explain this?”



His eyes searched hers, looking for some explanation, grasping for anything that could make some sense out of the situation for him. She swallowed hard, her face unreadable, and then shook her head. “No Harry…not that I remember. It was such a confusing time, and you were in and out of consciousness, mumbling all sorts of things. We all just assumed that it was because of the torture they inflicted on you. We didn’t want to ask you…to bring it all back…we were afraid for you. Please understand Harry…”



“No…no…it’s ok Ginny. I know you’d tell me if you knew. I just need some time to think about this... I’ll see you later.” He turned and walked away from her, into the study and shut the door.



Ginny frowned and sighed, pulling her hair into a quick bun. Harry hadn’t been this way in a very long time. She had hoped that their relationship was stronger then this. That when Harry had a problem, he would talk to her, instead of shutting her out like he was now.



Hopefully this would blow over fast. Or maybe, she could help it go even faster.



-xxXxx-



Draco sat in his cell in the Ministry, still hoping that Harry would change his mind and come back. He hadn’t even seen the Boy-Who-Lived since they met once again in Draco’s old bedroom.



His father had been right. Harry had left him, and not just once. No, this was the second time Draco had been left behind by the man he had mated. Lucius, who was still by Voldemort’s side, had taunted his son, knowing Draco couldn’t help but love Harry, but still he was disgusted by what Draco had become.



His son was weak now, obsessed with keeping the children he had conceived for Harry Potter safe. Every time Lucius had asked Draco to give up on the young Potter, Draco couldn’t agree. No matter how much he wanted to please his father, he couldn’t give up on his mate.



Now he was free of his father and Voldemort, but not free completely. True, he did need protection. And it was true, that the Ministry could protect him. But his father and Voldemort would not give up on him, knowing that Draco was pregnant from Harry Potter’s seed. He would have to be careful, no matter where he was or who he was around. Draco knew that Voldemort had spies in the Ministry; and he wasn’t sure of who they were. So he still couldn’t relax.



He moved down the small cot-like bed, hoping to get some sleep before the Aurors came back to question him yet again. But again, his thoughts danced back to just the day before.



When Harry had left the room back at Malfoy Manor, almost every single wand had been raised in Draco’s direction. Only Tonks edged forward, eyeing Draco’s bulge of a stomach protectively covered by his hand. Her eyes had moved to the wand Draco still held in his right hand, though it was lowered to the bed. She made no move to take it.



She spoke quietly, so almost no one but Draco could hear. “So he activated your Veela genes, eh cousin?”



Draco looked only mildly surprised that his cousin knew about the tightly kept Malfoy secret about the Veela genes that continued to be passed through the bloodlines. But then, he had known his Mother had disappeared at times during his confinement by his Father at Voldemort’s orders. So it seemed he had found where she was going, and who she was talking to.



“Mother told you?”



“No…she told my mother, Andromeda.”



Draco nodded thoughtfully. “Is she safe? My mother I mean. She disappeared several weeks ago. Is she with Aunt Andromeda now?”



Tonks nodded. “Maybe I can get her into the Ministry to see you.”



Draco’s eyes shone momentarily with held back emotions, before he managed to choke them back again. “I would appreciate that.”



The pink haired witch nodded, before looking around the room at her fellow Aurors. They were all staring at Draco, some suspicious, others surprised to see a Malfoy male pregnant. It was not widely known that the Malfoy’s had dormant Veela genes. Draco knew his father would not be happy when he found the news had gotten out. But then, no matter what, his father wouldn’t be happy any time soon.



Draco had gone with the Aurors quietly then, since there was no other option for him. Harry had obviously rejected him, and he was probably suspected as a death eater himself, although he had spent the majority of that time as a prisoner. Not that anyone else where he was knew that.



It was likely that Draco would be tried as a death eater, and perhaps the Ministry would even consider putting him to death. Luckily there were laws about doing so while he was pregnant.



The blond settled himself on his side, running his hand over the swell of his stomach. He was still very tired, but also very anxious. He could barely bring himself to close his eyes for even a moment. What if one of Voldemort’s people came in while he was asleep? What if he woke up back in the dungeon cell his father had been keeping him in, with Voldemort hovering above him as he sometimes had in the past?



He sighed and shifted around, trying to find some comfortable position. He couldn’t seem to find one. However, moments later, footsteps sounded in the hallway, and the sound of a key in the lock made Draco struggle to sit up.



Tonks stepped into the small room again, eyeing the room as though she was surprised they had placed Draco in it. It wasn’t the worst of the prisoners’ cells, but it certainly wasn’t fit for a pregnant person.



“Hi.” She said, softly, her voice filling the silence.



“Hi.” Draco answered back, pushing his dirty long blond hair out of his face. He blinked tiredly up at his cousin, and frowned softly as the door opened a bit more and several other people could be seen peering in.



“I’ve been sent to get you for questioning, Draco.”



Draco nodded, and then got up, using first the bed, and then the wall for support. His legs shook slightly, but he tried to hide it. Malfoy’s did not do weakness in front of strangers.



He walked over to his cousin, knowing she had to put the magical restraints on him before walking him through the Ministry. She didn’t look happy about doing it, but she did, and then motioned the other people out of the doorway so she and Draco could pass. She led the way out, and down the hallways, to the room where several Order Members waited, as well as Minister Shacklebolt.



Draco was offered a chair, and he took a seat in it, resting his arms on the armrests. Everyone in the room still stared at him, but he just didn’t care anymore. He was so tired.



“So, Mr. Malfoy…” Shacklebolt began.



The blond man interupted him. “Call me Draco, please.”



“Very well. Draco. You were found by an Auror team in your family’s abandoned Manor. What were you doing there?”



“Hiding from my father, and Voldemort.”



“Why?”



“Because I got tired of spending my life locked in the dungeons for betraying my father’s trust.”



“You betrayed your father’s trust? How so?”



“When Harry Potter was captured, I released him. He ran, but was caught and thrown in the dungeons. When they found out I let him out, they put me in the dungeons too. Eventually Potter and I became…attached. My Veela blood awakened, and I went into heat at that time. Harry is my mate; my blood knew that. So when Harry and I mated, and I became pregnant, and then helped Harry escape…well, my father took that as the ultimate betrayal. He kept me in the dungeons after that.”



“You helped Harry Potter escape?”



“Yes. He promised to go and get help. He promised to come back for me. But time went by; he never came. I decided I couldn’t wait any longer. I escaped.”



“Harry Potter was lead Auror at the time you were found. The other Aurors said he didn’t remember anything about you and him as a couple. Why is that?”



“I don’t know. I really don’t. He promised he’d come back for me. He swore it.” The blond’s head leaned forward, hair covering his face as a tear ran down it. He would not let them see him cry. He would not.