When Love Hurts | Dramione - COMPLETED

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Harry's POV 

When he came to, he was on an unfamiliar floor, in an unfamiliar room. 

"Merlin!" He yelped, trying to get up. 

He looked around cautiously for the dementor. 

Did the dementor trigger all of this? Was it the reason why Harry suddenly had the memories of... his previous life?

He scrambled to his feet. He had to talk to Draco and Hermione.

How was this possible? 

Harry pulled on his cloak and rushed out. 

How in Merlin's name could that have happened? Hermione had made it clear; they were the only people who knew about this. 

And Draco and Hermione were the only people who had different lives that they remembered - or whatever you called that. 

So how come Harry also remembered? He wasn't the Boy Who Lived.

Or was he?

Was this just representative of the person he could've been if things went a certain way?

So would Ron or Neville also remember everything?

Or was it only because Harry knew about the entire time thing?

Harry tore up the stairs, shaking Draco awake. 

"Expelliarmus!" Draco immediately disarmed Harry. 

"Merlin!" Harry muttered, grabbing his wand back. 

"Sorry," Draco flushed slightly. "What's happened?"

"I remember," Harry said, breathless.

"Um?" Draco yawned. "Care to explain?"

"Your past life? I remember it," Harry tried to find the words for it. 

"We told you about it. Of course you 'remember' it," Draco awkwardly told him. 

"No. I remember it through my perspective; not from you," Harry explained. 

Draco quickly rose from his bed, in a graceful movement. "I'll call Hermione."

He immediately transformed into his Animagus form and slinked away. 

He was back a few minutes later with Hermione blinking her great eyes in cat form. 

"Spill," Hermione commanded, as soon as she was back in her usual form. 

"I have all the memories. From my perspective. And I don't know  how," Harry explained, condensing the information. 

Hermione was silent, calculating, for a second. "When did this happen?"

"In the Room of Requirement," Harry hesitated. "I was practicing."

Miraculously, none of them questioned him about this. 

"Which spell?" Draco asked, his grey eyes focused on him. 

"Patronus," Harry whispered.

The two raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. 

"Were you provoked into doing this?" Hermione questioned. 

"A dementor appeared out of nowhere. From a closet," Harry quietly said. 

Hermione let out a quiet sigh of realization. Thankfully, Dean and Seamus were heavy sleepers. 

"It was a boggart, Harry," Hermione said, with conviction.