Memory Loss (Harry Potter Drarry slash)

29: [Parallel Universe 2] A Painful Loss

Trigger warning: miscarriage.

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"What are we going to do about James?" Draco asked in despair when the boy had been gone for more than five days. "According to the bloody clock he's not travelling, he's not in the past, he's not in the future ... he's not even bloody lost!"

Harry pulled the blonde closer into his arms to soothe him. "It'll be all right," he murmured reassuringly, "we'll find him. We always do. We just have to figure out where to look, that's all."

"But how are we supposed to do that?! He could be anywhere, Harry! He could even be in another era, for fuck's sake! That boy has no regards for time whatsoever! He's a bloody danger to himself, and he ... and he ..."

The blonde whimpered and put his hand in his mouth. He tried his best to fight back the tears, but they stubbornly streamed down his cheeks and left wet stains down his front.

Harry was starting to feel frustrated. There was nothing he could do or say to make Draco feel better, and that made him feel so useless. They were even married now! He had to look out for his husband!

Then, all of a sudden, the blonde flew up from the couch in a fit of excitement. "I know!" he yelled, and sounded as if he could not believe that he had not thought of this sooner. "We have to call Joseph!"

Harry frowned. "Joseph?" he repeated, and peered up at Draco's still-flat belly. A mocking smile came to his lips without his control. "Isn't it time we give him a name of his own?"

The blonde blinked. "Huh?" He looked down at himself. "Why are you staring at my stomach like that? Have I spilt something on my robes?"

"No. Don't you see? That must be the blond boy in there, and seeing as we named our daughter Josephine it seems kind of stupid to name our next son Joseph, doesn't it?"

Draco gave a small start. "Oh, you're right. Yeah, this time it must be him, right? And no, I guess we can't call him Joseph ... And I guess we never did. Do you remember how taken aback he was when we said we'd named him Joseph? Said, 'no, you never named me that', remember?"

"Yeah, I remember. What do you want with Joseph? I mean-the boy?"

Draco sat down next to him again. "He told me he's some sort of Time Manipulator-can manipulate time any way he wants anytime he wants. So if we could get him to come here, he could probably find James for us."

He explained what the blond boy had told him when Draco had wished Blaise back into life three years previously. And if he was right, the mysterious blond boy could move through time as he wished-which meant that he also should be able to hear them calling him regardless of the amount of years separating them from each other.

But they still were not sure that he would actually come; not after that incident three years ago ... The boy had clearly said that he would not return because of the shame he had drawn upon himself by trying to kill his own father. He had actually confirmed their theory back then; he was their son. Shaken by what he had almost done, he had-oblivious of it himself-said, "I'm so sorry, father."

Neither of them held it against him-he had been under 'her' control, whoever 'she' was. Maybe they would never know who 'she' was. Maybe they would never even know what was happening to their son in the future, or why.

Bearing all that in mind, they did not really expect him to come when they made their attempt at calling him, therefore they were extremely baffled when he immediately answered.