Harry Potter Oneshots

3. Irregular Amnesia (Drarry)

Harry has a strange case of memory loss. Perhaps it could be for the better?

"Look out!" Harry heard being yelled behind him. But all he could register was the snitch in front of him. He felt himself speed until cold metal made contact to his palm. He snatched it out of the air with triumph. That is, until he felt a hard impact at the back of his head, and everything went dark.

"Blimey, is he okay?" he heard a voice ask.

"Of course not! He was smacked in the head!" a higher pitched voice answered. Harry groaned in pain. His head felt like it was splitting apart. He groggily opened his eyes as he sat up slightly. He was in the hospital wing apparently.

"Let me through!" a woman seemed to shout. He slowly glanced around, realizing he didn't recognize anyone there. The women in question seemed to be examining him, so he assumed it was a medi-witch. The woman seemed to suddenly gasp.

"Mr. Potter!" she called. Harry looked at her confused.

"Yes? If I may ask, who are you?" he asked her. That seemed to be the wrong thing to say, as everyone was staring at him with horror written across their faces. The lady seemed to age at his words.

"Mr. Potter, do you recognize anyone here?" she asked him. Harry turned from her to look at everyone there. He was a bushy haired girl and a ginger. They seemed familiar, but he didn't know their names.

"Um, no? Am I supposed to?" he asked her. The two teens gasped and looked worried. The girl had tears in her eyes.

"Harry?! You don't recognize us?" the boy yelled. Harry winced.

"Not so loud yeah? And no, should I?" he asked again. Before he could answer, the worker escorted them out. "Um, bye then?" he called after them. They weakly smiled before leaving.

"Mr. Potter, you seem to have a strange case of amnesia. I'll need to ask you a couple questions." Harry's eyes widened, amnesia? That didn't sound good. Nevertheless, he nodded in consent. "Do you remember what put you here?" she asked him. Harry looked down with a frown.

"I was in a Quidditch accident." The witch nodded.

"What is your full name?"

"Harry James Potter."

"Where are we?"

"The Hogwarts infirmary."

"And the year?"

"1998, I believe." The witch seemed relieved at that.

"Do you remember anyone's name or face?" she finally asked. Harry paused. He racked his brain for a long moment, but nothing came out of it. Harry's eyes widened again with shock.

"No, I don't remember any people. What's going on?!" he cried in panic. The lady seemed to gain a worried expression.

"I've never seemed this before, nothing like it. You seem to have amnesia, yet you remember everything other than people. Can you tell me about your first time on a broom?" she asked. Harry was about to answer, but nothing came up.

"I don't remember." He whispered in shock.

"But you know about flying a broom? And Quidditch?" she questioned. Harry nodded. "Do you remember your class work?" Harry again nodded. "It seems you also retained your knowledge. Just not the actual memories. Well, seeing as you are functioning, I'll speak to your potion's professor, Professor Snape A.N yes, he is alive in 8th year and see if he can brew up a solution. In the meantime, you are free to go. Harry nodded and left the hospital wing in slight confusion. He had no problem navigating the hallways when he ran into someone's chest.

"Watch where you're going, Potter!" a voice sneered at him. Harry groaned as he held his head before standing up.

"I apologize," he said simply before walking past. The boy seemed extremely confused as he stepped in front of him. Harry's eyes widened as he got a good look. Platinum blonde hair and beautiful mercury like silver eyes with a sharp jaw. He looked stunning. Harry felt a blush creep up his cheeks as he looked away. The boy looked at him weirdly.

"You've never apologized to me before," he said confusedly. Harry tilted his head.

"Um, sorry? Who are you? I have a case of amnesia," he stuttered out coyly. The boy was so close! The boy seemed to grow shocked at his words.

"Merlin! You don't know who I am?" he asked.

Harry shook his head. "I'm sorry, no. I have to get to class. What's your name?" Draco suddenly smiled.

"I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy." Harry nodded and smiled brightly.

"It's nice to meet you Draco. I hope we can be friends, or we were, I don't know anymore," Harry laughed as he skipped past. Draco watched stunned before a smile crept onto his face. Perhaps, he could use this to his advantage. He saw the blush Harry had as he saw him.