seven days lost

"[HP] Seven Days of Loss (Deha)"

Author: Lantern

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*The stalk comes from "Don't Trust Anyone" *Original Direction/After the War* After the war, Harry defeated Voldemort, but suffered from a disease: his memory can only last for one day

Content label: HP Western Fantasy

Search keywords: Protagonist: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy┃Supporting role:┃Others:

Part1: Seven Days of Loss

eighth day

When Harry woke up, the first thing he saw was a huge, yellow chandelier.It was suspended from the ceiling made of wood, and the beads dangling from it dangled, as if they were about to fall on him in the next moment.

He sat up slowly, pushed back the quilt and got out of bed.His eyes fell on the pajamas he was wearing.It was a blue and white striped pajamas, the left cuff was a little yellow, and the button on the right cuff had come off and was loosely folded up.

He'd never seen this pajamas before, Harry thought as he pulled on the brown slippers by the bed, which he'd never seen either.

He pushed open the door, yawned and walked down the stairs.His brain began to recover slowly, he remembered this, but it was different from the memory.This was the Burrow, and he'd lived there the previous summer, when he'd screwed up Uncle Vernon's dinner and all his books and magic paraphernalia were locked in a cupboard downstairs.He'd thought he'd be miserable for the rest of the holiday, but then a fantastic car appeared -- it flew, floated in the night sky, and carried three red-haired boys smiling at him ——

Ron, Fred, George.These three names came to his mind.

Harry went to the bathroom to wash up, and the shelves were not as he remembered them.He remembered Mrs. Weasley's crimson cup, Mr. Weasley's black cup, Ron's spherical cup, Percy's white cup, and Fred's and George's two identical wooden cups. Cup, Bill's Blue Cup and Ginny's Pink Cup.Charlie, the eldest brother of the Weasley family, traveled all over the world because he was studying dragons, and rarely appeared at home. His tooth cup was put away in the cabinet.

But now these are gone, gone without a trace.He didn't know which was Ron's tooth cup, and scratched his hair in some confusion.

"Ah, Harry! You got up a little early today." A voice sounded behind him, and Harry turned around subconsciously, but he didn't recognize who it was.

Standing in front of him was a tall, thin man with the characteristic red hair of the Weasley family, wearing a black and white striped shirt and jeans, smiling at him.Obviously, he was supposed to be a Weasley, but he wasn't Mr. Weasley, and he wasn't Bill or Charlie.Harry didn't have the slightest impression of him.

The man didn't seem to notice his puzzled look, he stretched his hand over his shoulder and took a gray dental cup from the shelf and handed it to him: "This is your dental cup, Harry."

Harry glanced at the toothcup in his hand, then back at him.He didn't know whether he should accept it or not.He may not be malicious, but is this tooth cup really his?He never remembered liking gray, never bought a gray toothcup...

"Oh, Harry, I forgot again." There was a wry smile on the man's face, and he put the tooth cup on the sink, "Okay, let me introduce myself. I'm Ron Weasley, you One of the best friends."

"Ron? Are you Ron?" Harry's eyes widened. He re-examined his face, small, piercing eyes, freckled nose, red ears... It does look a bit like Rowan. kindness.

But this is incredible.

"No, I don't get it—I mean, are you really Ron? Or—or, maybe you're taking ageing potions or something, why are you growing so big all of a sudden?" Harry stammered Baba asked.Ron looked to be at least twenty-five now, and as far back as he could remember he was the kid with the dust on his nose.

"Uh... no, no, Harry, you just forgot something." Ron scratched his hair in distress, "Hermione is better at explaining, er... so, you can brush your teeth first, later We'll tell you what happened."

After speaking, he left the bathroom in some embarrassment, leaving Harry staring blankly at the open door.Ron's voice came from the kitchen not far away, and he was saying "Harry woke up" loudly to Mrs. Weasley.

Harry stood still for a few seconds, then turned around slowly, and picked up the tooth cup.The handle is cold and the inside is dry.Very strange to the touch, he thought.But if that person was really Ron, Ron wouldn't lie to him.

He filled the tooth cup with water and squeezed a little toothpaste on the toothbrush.Soft bristles rubbed against his teeth, and Harry thought about what had just happened.He suddenly understood why the Burrow seemed foreign to him.

The furnishings of the Burrow are the same as before, but the furniture seems to have changed a lot.The strange big clock is still there, but its outer frame has been replaced with a brand new silver clock frame, and the hands inside seem to have been cleaned; the long black table placed by the wall is gone, replaced by two A small square table that was put together; even the carpet in the living room was changed. Harry vaguely remembered that it was a kitten pattern before, but now it seems to have changed to an abstract style.

The furniture has been replaced and the walls appear to have been repainted.As much as he hated to mention it, the Weasleys weren't rich—they wouldn't be redecorating the Burrow unless something special happened.

So what happened to make them repair their home?Was Mr. Weasley the Galleon jackpot?Or was he promoted?Harry thought about it, and he looked up inadvertently, and saw himself in the mirror.

The toothbrush in his hand fell on the sink, and white foam splashed a small circle on the counter.He couldn't help screaming.

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Harry sat upright at the dining table, with clean plates, knives and forks, and hearty food in front of him—pumpkin pie, cheese bread, egg yolk sandwich biscuits... and some he couldn't name at all The dishes are mouth watering.

But Harry didn't feel like eating at all right now. Of course, he was very hungry, and his stomach kept growling, but the thoughts running through his head made his stomach a little queasy.

He looked at the three people sitting in front of him. He should know each of them, but each of them was strange to varying degrees.

Well, well, he murmured silently in his heart, it seemed that he had to accept that the world was indeed crazy.He was mad, they were mad, all under a wicked spell.Otherwise, why would he see a complete stranger in the mirror—not a complete stranger, the facial features still slightly retain the traces of youth, but the sharp-edged face, rough skin and blue beard clearly point to an incomparable brutal truth.

"Harry, I'm Hermione. You remember me?" asked the woman sitting in front of him, pointing to herself.

"Oh," he said, not really knowing what to say, "Um, hello. Are you taking ageing pills, too?"

The woman smiled, seemingly relieved.

"No, it's not. I think you should have understood. You tell me first, what can you remember now?"

"Uh, sorry, what do you mean by remembering something?"

"Oh, I mean - um - how old do you think you are now?"

"13," Harry replied quickly, "I'm still at Hogwarts, and so are you."

"Oh...do you remember what happened in third grade?"

What happened in third grade?Harry frowned and tried to remember, but his mind went blank and he couldn't grasp anything.

"Sorry, isn't it third grade—we're just studying?"

Hermione didn't answer his question right away, but changed the subject: "So do you remember anything else? Like what happened in second or first year?"

"I know that," Harry said with some joy now, "Ron, Fred and George drove me here during the summer vacation of the first grade, didn't they? But it wasn't like this back then... By the way, what about Fred and the others?"

As soon as the words fell, the expressions of Mrs. Weasley, Hermione and Ron all changed instantly.Hermione was the quickest to respond. She immediately calmed down and said nonchalantly, "Oh, they're out. Can you think of anything else besides that, Harry?"

"Well...not for now." Harry shook his head.

"Well," she stroked her wavy hair, her expression becoming serious, "I'm going to tell you now, Harry, I hope you won't be too sad when you find out. Actually, it's been more than ten years now .You're 24 years old Harry, and we're both already working."

"……what?"

"You forgot something," the woman said. "You have a special kind of amnesia. Your memories cannot be stored in your brain for a long time. They only last for a day. As long as you fall asleep, you will wake up the next day. Will forget everything that happened yesterday."

"But—but—why?" Harry glared at them, his eyes flicking across the faces of the three of them, hoping that Ron or Mrs. Weasley could refute her words, but neither of them spoke, as if It's all done by default.And what scares him even more is that deep down in his own heart, she thinks she's right, she's not lying to him—and Hermione can't be lying to him, and all signs are proving the truth of what she said