[HP Deha] [Authorized translation] Forgot or not

Harry had been sitting in the kitchen since he got home, staring at the resignation letter intently.He was still confused, did Draco know about this?If Draco knew, why didn't he tell him?

A loud noise jolted him out of his trance, and he looked at a frowning Draco and an angry Ron in the suddenly lit fire.

"Now, you can let go." Draco continued aggressively.Ron obeyed him this time, and it gave him a chance to straighten his clothes and shake off the smoke.

Harry folded the letter and walked towards them: "What happened?"

"Draco broke into the Ministry of Magic's guard room and nearly threw himself in for casting the Cruciatus Curse on Theodore Not." Ron looked different, he looked a little nervous.

"What did you do?" Harry glanced at Draco, who was frowning aside.

"I'm trying to find the person who cursed you." Draco growled and looked at Ron.The expression on his face was familiar to Harry.When Harry first woke up from St. Mungo's a few weeks ago, he'd expected Draco to give him that look.

"And then?" Harry folded his arms.

"I'm going to make him pay something." Draco gritted his teeth, "I'm going to make him regret saying those things."

"So you can spend the rest of your life in Azkaban?" Harry raised his voice.

"I didn't get caught in this part of the plan." He turned to Ron.

"Your plan was reckless and careless! You should be glad I was there." Ron frowned.

"Yes, Weasley, you were there...you were there when Harry lost his memory, who was that?"

Ron and Draco drew their wands. "Look, this is the real Draco Malfoy," Ron tilted his head slightly to Harry, "you don't even need to remember what kind of person this Malfoy is."

"Enough!" Harry yelled, standing between them, so that they could stop before they could kill each other. "Ron, I think you need to go home and calm down. I'll sort this out here."

Ron put away his wand and said in a normal voice: "If you weren't my brother, I would never listen to you. Remember to keep him away from Theodore."

Harry nodded in agreement before Ron left from the fireplace.

Draco was still holding his wand, and Harry dropped it from Draco's hand. "What the hell are you doing, Draco?"

"What, disappointed in me? Didn't kill the bastard because I could? Weasley knew more than he showed."

"It's Ron," Harry corrected, "Ron is the reason you're standing here and not in a cell. Kingsley knows you're following this case, and I'm here to remind you 'keep track of Theodore's You're doing no good'. I don't want to be talking to the coroner next time, I don't need you to avenge me."

"You're not the only one who lost those 15 years," Draco said, gripping his wand tightly. "Me too."

"But at least you still have all the memories," Harry said.

"And how do you feel about having a 'good memory' with someone who has lost their memory?"

Harry stared at Draco in disbelief: "So you're betting our entire marriage on revenge?"

"I will put the rest of my life as a bet, for you. I told you on the day I got married, I will kill everyone who hurts you, for you."

"But I don't want you to do that," Harry roared in a voice as loud as Draco's. "I'm going to spend the rest of my life with a man, not a monster. What the hell are you?"

Draco seemed taken aback by the question, like someone stabbed him hard in the heart.The hurt and angry look on Harry's face made him wish some dementor had sucked his soul out, so he wouldn't see Harry like this again.He turned his back on Harry and walked over to the table.He saw the folded letter, unfolded it, and read what Harry had written.

"You resigned?"

"No, I'm fired." Harry's voice sounded much calmer.

"He fired you?" Draco was about to explode again, "He can't do this, it's not your fault."

"He had no choice. The situation was, either he went against the views of the whole Ministry or I went. But everyone was happy."

"So he asked you to thank you for the letter of resignation."

"No, this was written by me before." Harry paused for Draco to understand his "before me", and Draco raised his eyebrows again, "I mean, in this mess Before the chaos happened, I remembered everything."

"So it's true what you said about starting a family again?" Draco's expression softened, it was the man Harry loved, not the angry, hateful man pacing up and down the kitchen. .

"I don't know, haven't we talked about this before?"

"No," Draco looked at his toes, "I don't know why he, I mean you, didn't talk to me about it."

"Maybe I think you'll be angry about that?" Harry hesitated to look at him, but still expected his response.

"Yeah, maybe you think so," Draco replied softly, continuing to look at the floor and sighing, "I don't wish to be that monster, Harry. I'm not my father."

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The darkness that hung over Malfoy Manor during the Great War has been washed away.The surroundings were peaceful and beautiful, Draco stood in the living room, looking at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

Since he moved in with Harry, he's been looking for an opportunity to restore it to its former glory, while also redecorating his only-black upholstery.

"A little higher." Draco ordered the house-elf who was hanging the welcome decoration.The decoration was Slytherin green, with silver embroidery that his father thought was dull, and Draco had always been happy with the decoration.

"Draco, honey, where do you think the fudge would be better?" Narcissa strode gracefully, followed by a house-elf carrying a fudge.

"Next to the caramel shortbread, of course." He replied as if the answer to the question was obvious, "Kreacher, where's the centerpiece?" He and Harry gave Kreacher to his mother, and they No house elves needed.

"Kreacher bring them over at once, Master Draco," replied the wrinkled house-elf as he passed a long table with cream tablecloths, sandwiches and desserts, and plates with a large vase in his arms. .

"When is Harry coming? Do you think he'll cut his hair short?" His mother's words distracted him.

"That's not like his style. Why do you think today will be different? If he gets his way, he might even miss this party for my father."

Narcissa smiled and nodded in agreement: "Then we can only hope that your father accepts the news of your marriage safely, or that Harry has returned in his coffin."

"Don't remind me of that," Draco said anxiously, a little apprehensive about telling his father the news even before he proposed.The wedding was only a few weeks away, and Draco had been planning the whole thing, almost turning into a 'difficult bride'.Harry had no idea what he was up to, but the wedding would have been filled with weird blues and greens if Harry had been in charge of the planning.

An hour later, the living room was finally perfectly decorated.Draco thanked the house-elves and dismissed them so they could go back to the kitchen and do some cleaning.Here comes Harry, looking tired and tense.Draco was pleased to see Harry in the gray suit he had hanging behind the door.

"Better late than never," Draco muttered as they greeted and hugged each other.

"Is he here?" Harry looked around for the platinum blonde hair.

"No, not yet."

"So I'm not late?" Harry said in a more declarative tone.

"Forget it, go tell my mother not to worry anymore." He tapped Harry's lips lightly.

Lucius just walked in.

"Did I go to the wrong house?" Lucius asked after everyone in the room looked at each other for a while.He didn't look like he'd just come out of Azkaban, with his usual clothes and long platinum-blond hair tied back.

"Oh, Lucius, you're back." Narcissa strode up to her husband and kissed him on the cheek.

Lucius didn't move or answer, he just looked at Harry and Draco like a naughty school boy caught in a crime.

"Welcome home, Father." Draco broke the silence.

"What are these?" Lucius waved his hands at the long table and all the decorations.

"Welcome home to afternoon tea," Draco said, pointing to the emblazoned "Welcome home" decoration, which he'd put there for him.

"Come and sit down." Narcissa took him by the side of the table.

Draco and Harry gave each other a reassuring look and joined them at the table.Draco straightened his knife and fork.He was sitting directly across from his father, who was watching him and Harry.

"Mr. Potter." Lucius leaned forward slightly and put his hands together.

"It's Harry," Draco corrected.

"Mr. Potter." Lucius continued, "It is now clear to me that you and my son are roommates."

"Cohabitation." Draco corrected again, "Harry and I are engaged."

Lucius looked at Draco now, with an expression of disbelief, as if he was thinking about what to say.He tightened his lips.

"Our wedding is set at NO.14." Draco continued, "You don't have to come."

"Is it the right choice for me to raise you?" Lucius asked softly.

"Lucius," Narcissa warned.

Draco sneered at this: "Raise me? No matter what you say, I can't even have my own thoughts in this house."

"Okay, Draco," Narcissa said, "don't bring this up again. You just got home and Draco has a whole dinner ready, and it's going to be a special evening."

Lucius seemed to murmur something under his breath, and then began to fiddle with the sandwiches on his plate.

"Rita Skeeter has a new book," said Harry at the last moment before tea, "Rita Skeeter: My Life and the Daily Prophet."

Everyone looked at Harry, and Lucius started laughing.That's weird, Harry laughed out loud as he'd never seen Lucius so genuinely.

"Oh, it's about time she confessed all the crap she wrote," Lucius said, stopping to laugh.

"My book club might have fun reading this book," Narcissa said thoughtfully.

Harry felt Draco's hand grip his under the table.

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Harry spent the next day tidying up the clutter in the study that Draco had been searching for the tracker.Most of the stuff in the drawer Harry knew where it was, and he figured Draco must have told him to put the junk somewhere else, but they ended up in this place because of a spell in the drawer.

An owl tapped on the glass and Harry let it in.It was the Daily Prophet, and Harry paid the owl, which flew away gratefully.Thankfully, there was no Draco wanted notice, but there was a photo of Theodore Not.

Harry tried to concentrate, but his eyes kept twitching, and he rubbed them hard.The moment he let go of his hand, he was no longer in the study, he was surrounded by green trees and soil.

"Come on, Harry. He's going to run away!" Ron yelled at him. There was no other Harry here, just him and Ron.

Harry looked ahead, where Theodore Not was running away. "I see him," he cried, running forward also.

"Disarm!" He missed.

"Total petrification," Ron yelled, too, and Theodore fell. "I hit him, Harry."

Harry stepped forward to check cautiously: "Ours took him out of here."

"I'll do it." Ron said confidently, "Forget it all."

Harry realized he had cast the wrong spell, and he fell in a flash of green light.

"Harry!" Ron screamed.

The author has something to say:

The translator wrote at the end: So...Harry's amnesia is an accident (spread hands) everyone can rest assured.As for whether Baby Ron admitted it, and why, see the next chapter for details.I'm not a Dutch brother, I don't spoil qwq

☆、Chapter 10

The author has something to say: Highlight warning: The content of this chapter and the next chapter may cause discomfort to some readers (especially fans of Lion House Party and Ron True Love), please exit in time if this happens.And wait for the next article to continue Deha's sweet interaction.

Then the translator also had something to say: In fact, when I saw this at the beginning, I was a little confused about whether to translate this article, because it might be understood as Black Ron or something.But Ron in the original book is such a brave but a little cowardly, righteous and selfish character, hoping to do better than his brothers, so he will choose to keep silent when he may be promoted, but he can come forward at any time .He interprets the honest and brave side of Gryffindor, while the flaws in the fly in the ointment make this character more three-dimensional and real.

I don't know if saying this is whitewashing, because I am not the original author, and I don't know what ta thinks.But as a Lion House party, I was a little uncomfortable seeing this at the time. If it really caused some Ron fans to feel uncomfortable, please skip this chapter (bow).

After all, sweet love is the key point.

Still the same sentence, everyone is welcome to comment and express their opinions. If you express some valuable opinions on this issue, I will pass it on to the original author (bow again.)

Thank you for reading!