Title: Untitled Harry Potter/CM
Fandom: Harry Potter, Criminal Minds
Characters: Harry Potter (James Severus), Draco Malfoy, Aaron Hotchner, JJ, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Jack Hotchner
Pairings: Harry Potter/Aaron Hotchner
Genre: Amnesia, Romance, Established Relationship
Word Count: 4710
Harry Potter has amnesia. He remembers nothing of his past, only the last fifteen years were all he had. Married to Aaron Hotchner, with their son Jack Hotchner, they spend a vacation in England. The vacation was going well till one Draco Malfoy coincidentally found them in a random English pub one night and that encounter would change all of their lives.
Draco wasn’t looking anymore. He had decided that too much of his life had been spent trying to find Harry, but as he leaned back in his chair he made the decision to stop. It was too much to hope that he’d ever find his love ever again. Closing his eyes he couldn’t believe he was giving into defeat. Throwing his quill on the desk he stood, grabbed his jacket and slipped it on then his robe. He stepped out of his office and told his secretary to go home, they were done for the day. He had no more patients, and though he had some patient reports to get finished he just didn’t want to do them. Being his own boss had its privileges and not doing his work was one..
Stepping out into the street he wanted a drink, but not one he could find here in Diagon Alley.
Draco took off his cloak and banished it to his house then used the portkey he kept with him that took him to High Street in London. One of his favorite places and he could get a decent drink there. He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and made sure he had plenty of muggle currency before he stepped into his favorite pub. It was a mix of old world style but new world class. The food was above excellent and the ales were varied, cold and refreshing after a long hard day. It was one of the few pubs that did serve their ales cold, as most Londoners liked it more cool, rather than downright chilled. He had a fondness for many of the micro-brew American ales. He was quickly seated and ordered a Golden Road Get Up Offa That Brown ale . It amused him quite often the names that American’s came up for their ales.
He looked over the menu and decided on the roast pork with baby red potatoes with a rosemary, sage and tarragon demi-glace. The day was looking up as the cold brew was placed on his table and he took that first sip. Then he stilled, glass halfway to his lips, his heart pounding in his chest. That laugh, he would know that laugh anywhere. His eyes were frantically searching the pub but he couldn’t see anything right away. Slowly he stood up from his booth and started to look around the tables trying to find the source of the laugh. Then, there at one of the larger tables was a face he hadn’t seen for almost fifteen years. He thought his knees would buckle out from under him, but he let out the breath he had been holding, stood tall and walked towards the table. Then he stopped again as he watched Hadrian James Potter being pulled into a kiss by an older dark haired man. Draco wanted to run, to cry, to pull out his wand and obliviate that man and take Harry away. But, he knew he couldn’t, not here, not in front of muggles. Letting out a steadying breath he walked those last few feet towards the table, squared his shoulders and decided that the old Malfoy just might be in order.
“Well Potter, looks like you decided to show your face again. It’s been fifteen years and you barely decide to come back?” Draco crossed his arms as his heart constricted in his chest. Then the blasted man turned his head, and those green eyes looked squarely at him and smiled that damned smile that always made him weak in the knees. The words out of his mouth though, they shattered Draco’s whole world in six little words.
“I’m sorry, do I know you?”
“Harry, of course you know me you prat. We were, well schoolmates.”
Harry shook his head and frowned as he looked at Draco.
“I’m sorry I, I don’t remember you.” Harry visibly swallowed as he stared at Draco. “My name isn’t Harry. I think you have mistaken me for someone else.”
“James, I think just maybe he knows you from before.” The dark haired, frankly gorgeous, man said as he gently encircled Harry’s wrist. Then he looked up at Draco with the sexiest smile that Draco had ever seen in his life. “I’m sorry James might not remember you. Maybe you’d like to join us?” The man said as he kept that hand around Harry’s.
“Um, yeah, I would, thank you.” Draco quickly made his way to his former table and grabbed his drink and his jacket then just as quickly made his way back to the table Harry was sitting at.
“First, I think, introductions are in order. My name is Aaron Severus-Hotchner, these are our friends and colleagues Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan and coming this way is Emily Prentiss.”
“Draco Malfoy. It’s a pleasure,” he said with more confidence than he could muster.
“And, it seems that you know my husband, James Severus-Hotchner.”
Draco’s face paled as his heart sped-up in his chest, husband, that word made Draco want to run faster than a Horntail Dragon after a mountain goat.
“I…um…husband…” Draco felt his whole world crashing in around him again in less than the two minutes he had found his Harry again.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I think that maybe we have a lot to talk about. Would you like to come back to our hotel room and talk a little more privately?” Aaron knew that look. He had seen it one too many times in his line of work.
“Yes, I… I think I would.” Draco’s food arrived, but suddenly he wasn’t hungry. He pushed his plate away and rubbed a hand over his face as he took in a deep breath.
“James, why don’t you call Jayje and ask her to keep Jack for the night, it looks like it’s going to be a long night. Especially if he’s already fallen asleep.”
“That’s a good idea.” Draco watched as Harry…well James take out a cellphone and stand to go make a phone call.
“Again, I’m sorry. If I had even an inkling that you had once been involved I would have put that more delicately.”
“It was a long time ago, and it seems we are completely different people now.” Draco wanted to be angry and throw one of his famous Malfoy temper tantrums, but he wasn’t that person anymore. The table was excruciatingly silent as they waited for James to come back.
“He’s a very excited boy. JJ asked if it was okay to take Jack with them to some special event at the comic book store Forbidden Planet. I told her it was fine.”
Aaron smiled again as James sat close to him and his arm went around his shoulders. Every touch, every kiss, every word practically was breaking Draco apart on the inside. He wasn’t going to breakdown, not here in front of these strangers. When the waitress came back to the table Draco asked for his meal to go.
“Hey man, I’ll take the kid here out to a movie or somethin’. I’m sure there’s some trouble we can get into.” Derek spoke for the first time, hoping to break the tension.
“As long as it’s not one of your clubs.” Spencer glared at Derek. Draco looked-up at the men and was drawn to the one with the wild chestnut colored hair. Shaking his head he pulled his wallet out and handed over money enough for his meal and the added service charge.
“I think I know the perfect place for you Reid. A bookstore with a bar. It’s a little out of the way place I found after I first took over the London office.” Smiling the brunette stood and offered her arm to the one called Spencer.
“Are you talking about Byron’s Libations ?” Draco asked as his gaze swung up to the small group.
“Yes, it’s fantastic. And I think perfect for my friend here.”
“Well, if you, Mr. Morgan are looking for a club there is one around the corner from Byron’s . It’s more of a Jazz club, but they have a good dance floor and good drinks. Jazzies , I know not too clever, but it’s clean. It’s loud but not obnoxious.”
“Thanks, I’ll check it out.” The three of them smiled and the one named Derek patted him on the shoulder as they left the pub.
“I’m sorry, Morgan is very tactile.”
“It’s fine.” Draco didn’t know what to say now that the three men were alone together.
“Aaron, I think we should go.” James bit his lip and it was maddening. Draco excused himself as he made his way to the loo. He slid his wand into his hand and uttered a spell to bar the door. He sat down hard on the closed toilet and cried. All these years he had kept that love he had for Harry alive. He never wavered in his belief that he would one day find him and they would be together again. But this, he never imagined anything like this and Draco’s heart was not only broken, it was shattered into a million pieces. He wanted to be angry, be the old vindictive Malfoy but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He knew he was in the bathroom for a while but he didn’t care. He grabbed some tissue, wiped off his face, used a quick spell to hide the signs of his crying jag then walked out, shoulders squared as the last thread of his dignity kept him going.
“I’m sorry that took so long. I’m ready to go.”
Aaron gave him a small smile, well, this man isn’t fooled. Draco couldn’t help but wonder just what kind of man Aaron Hotchner was.
“The hotel isn’t far, but we drove. Would you like a ride? Or do you have your own vehicle?”
“I can find my way if you just let me know where you are staying.”
Aaron gave him the name and the address as well as their room number. Draco said that he would be there shortly. As soon as he left Aaron took James’s hand as they walked towards their car.
“I feel like I should know him Aaron. I feel like he might have been someone important in my life but, dammit, I just can’t remember.”
“It’s okay love. Remember what the doctors have said? That you may never get your memory back, or you may just get feelings, impressions, and maybe partial memories. We just don’t know.”
“I just, I don’t want to lose you.”
“You aren’t.” Aaron stopped and pulled James into his arm, “No matter what, you won’t. I love you so very much. You saved me James.”
“Aaron,” James smiled as he laid his head on his husband’s shoulder, “You saved me .” It took them a moment to break apart so they could make it to their vehicle. It didn’t take long to get to the hotel where they quickly made their way to their room and waited for Draco to show.
Draco stood in the lobby of the hotel, frozen. He couldn’t move but knew he had to. He had to find out what happened and to do that he had to make his way to the elevators. He knew he could apparate to their floor, but he needed the time to get his head clear as he rubbed a hand over his heart. Taking that first step was the second hardest thing he ever did in his life. The first was letting Harry leave school in those last months before the end of the war. He desperately wanted to go with him but Harry didn’t want Draco to be more involved than he was. Of course, everything fell apart after that.
He stepped onto the elevator and inside he was a shaking, terrible mess. Outside he was the cool, confidant Draco Malfoy that he had always been. Polished, but a lot more grown-up. When he realized just how far his father was in Voldemort’s clutches, Draco wanted nothing more to do with him. He hadn’t wanted the mark, but he was so caught-up in trying to please his father he took it. It was a stain that he wished he could forget he ever had. The elevator landed on the chosen floor and he shook his head leaving the memories of the past behind him, at least for now. He slowed his pace as he walked towards the room he was told Harry…no James, was going to be. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath and knocked.
There were a few moments of anticipation and when it seemed like no one was going to answer, the door opened.
“Draco, come in.” Aaron smiled but it didn’t quite reach the man’s eyes like before. He knew this wasn’t going to be easy to hear.
“Thank you,” he applauded himself that he could keep up his politeness as he stepped into the room.
“Would you like a drink?”
He was about to say no, “Sure, scotch or bourbon preferable.” He knew he needed the fortification.
Aaron led him inside and gave him a choice of bed or chair. He walked over and sat in one of the large reading chairs in the room. He looked around while Aaron prepared the drinks and admired the taste in hotels. He knew this wasn’t cheap and it made him wonder even more about this gorgeous muggle Aaron Hotchner. Draco was handed his drink then Aaron went to sit in the other chair with James close by.
“Why don’t I tell you as much as I can, then you can ask questions. I see on your face that you probably have quite a few.”
Draco blinked several times and wondered just how the man knew. James laughed that damned wonderful laugh of his and it constricted Draco’s heart even more.
“He works for the FBI. The Behavioral Analysis Unit. Believe me, neither myself nor our son Jack can get away with anything.” James shook his head and smiled.
Son , could this day get any worse? Then Draco remember the phone call. He had not put it together. He looked away to try to school his emotions but he felt Aaron watching him. He turned back and just gestured for Aaron to go on.
“I entered into an agent exchange program back in 2000. Myself and several other agents exchanged positions with several federal law enforcement agencies in Europe and Canada. I came to London, Scotland Yard to be exact. I talked to them about our investigative techniques. It would be a few more years before I was recruited into the BAU. But, I had a high solve rate with the bureau and they kept giving me the tougher cases. My specialty at the time was missing people. I was approached by an Inspector Gregson who had an unsolved John Doe. He asked if I could help him. He thought maybe some fresh eyes would help.” Aaron took a drink of his scotch as he reached over and took James’s hand. He noticed his husband was getting a little agitated, Aaron knew he hated this part of their story.
“What happened?” Draco was frowning and wondered where this was going.
“I took the file and worked on it. I asked to see the John Doe and I was told he was at the London Hospital of Neurology. They have a small long-term care center and the hospital was doing a study of long-time coma patients. I made an appointment and went.” Aaron’s hand was shaking a little as he looked down into the glass. The memory of that day would forever be branded on his mind.
“When I walked into the ward, I felt, I don’t know how to describe it. It was like the bottom dropped out of my world yet, I was complete at the same time. I slowly walked towards the bed and sat. I couldn’t help it, I reached out and touched his hand, it was a compulsion and it was overwhelming.” Aaron took a sip to calm himself.
Goddamn, bloody, fucking hell. Draco had a string of curses running through his mind as he stared wide-eyed at the two men. Bloody fucking SOULMATES? Was also running through his head.
“I sat there talking to him, saying whatever came to my mind. I was there for two hours before I had to leave. When I finally did I checked out of the hotel I had been staying in and changed to one near the hospital. With my laptop and the files I was given I dug. Just when I thought I would have a lead, it would vanish, sometimes as I found a thread, a tiny, tiny thread, then it was gone. I didn’t understand it. It was like the young man’s whole life was being erased from wherever I looked. Finally I had to give-up. I needed to go back home, to my job, my wife. But, I couldn’t leave, not without ‘Mike’. So I made arrangements to have him transported to a small private hospital in Virginia.”
“That must have been expensive. Why? Why would you care about a perfect stranger?” Draco was leaning forwards, wanting to hear the rest.
Aaron snorted a laugh.
“My wife asked me the same thing. I don’t know, but just the thought of leaving without him had my stomach in knots. I would become physically ill so the plan stayed firmly in my mind. But, I am glad I did. First thing I had to do was file custody papers. When no one showed-up to contest it, the judge signed and I was granted full-custody of Mike. I took the papers to the hospital to finalize the transfer. When I got there I saw a young red-headed woman at Mike’s bed. She looked like she was trying to give him something, or put something in his IV. I approached and asked what she was doing. She said her name was Ginerva and that the young man was her fiance. As you can tell from earlier, I know how to read people. I knew she was lying. I showed her the papers, and it was strange, she tried to take them from me and tear them up. But, they couldn’t be torn. The minute she did it, they would repair themselves. It was the strangest thing I’d ever seen. I took them from her, and called for her arrest. When the police came she was just, gone. I had so many arrangements to make after that I didn’t think twice about it.”
Ginny. Potioning Harry. Wonder what she was doing? She would have been turning eighteen. Draco narrowed his eyes and all kinds of crazy thoughts went through his mind. But, whatever plan she had it wouldn’t have worked. Especially if Harry had a soulmate.
“I put it out of my mind and only concentrated on my new charge. We got to Virginia and it was two more years before he woke-up. My marriage had dissolved, she didn’t like that I was splitting my time between the hospital and work. In a way, I couldn’t blame her. She then died a year later in childbirth. The son was found to be mine. I took custody and the next day, it was a miracle because Mike woke-up.”
Aaron smiled as he looked over at James, their hands twining together. The movement was a stab to Draco’s gut.
“It took a good three months before he was able to talk. That’s when we knew that he didn’t remember anything. The doctors took several MRI’s and found bruising on the brain and a shadow on the place where memories are stored. He gets it checked every six-months but it hasn’t moved or grown. When he could finally talk the only things he remembered were the names ‘James’ and ‘Severus’. So, we all agreed that should be his name. I visited as much as I could, I told him of my job and, I don’t know what I did to deserve him, but he’s understanding and amazing. Four years later we married. James had already adopted my son, Jack. That was ten years ago.”
Draco knew there was probably more, much, much more but he wasn’t going to push and prod at obvious wounds. He swallowed thickly and downed the scotch in the glass. He tried not to let the emotion show on his face, but he knew he was failing. He cleared his throat and thought very carefully about how much to say. He decided the most direct route was probably for the best.
“I knew you as Hadrian James Potter. We met when we were eleven. It was when we were buying supplies for our first year of boarding school. I was an utter prat to you. We were stupid, hot headed school boys. I was trying to live up to my father’s expectations and you, well you were just trying to make your own way. I didn’t want to imagine what you had been through, though there was enough evidence.”
“I know Draco. His medical scans, we both know there was profound abuse. Not all scars are visible.” Aaron gripped his glass tight and Draco became very aware that this man may have experienced something quite similar to Harry.
“Well, escaping your family can be very difficult. It didn’t start till our sixth year. I made terrible mistakes that I can never undo, but becoming a healer, it’s gone a long way in building trust with the community again. Anyway I had been wandering the school and found you brooding, angry and just done with everyone and everything. I was pissed off at you that you wanted to run away, to take the easy way out. So we talked, and we continued talking for hours. We became lovers. We kept it quiet because we knew our friends wouldn’t understand.” Draco shook his head thinking about those days of hands touching, mouths on each other, the first time Harry took him and how it was so sweet and gentle.
“Then you had to leave in our seventh year. I tried to go with you, but you said you needed to be on your own for a while. You just disappeared. I was…I never gave-up Harry. I never gave up looking for you. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
“I don’t know what to tell you Draco. I’m not this Harry you speak of. I don’t remember him at all. I wish I did, but I don’t know if I would feel the same way. I can’t explain what we have, but Aaron and I, I feel whole with him. Like my life makes sense and I know that sounds crazy for someone who can’t remember his past, but I also can’t help how I feel.”
“No, you can’t.” Draco could not help wiping a hand down his face as he sat back. “I’d like to tell some of your friends that you are alive. I want to at least give them that comfort. And, I know this will be a lot to take in but, you have a title.” Draco had locked down Harry’s accounts when he realized the man was missing after the war. He wasn’t going to let anyone get a hold of Harry’s money and birthright. While he couldn’t exactly tell his former lover that he was also to inherit the Black vaults and titles, as well as the more significant Potter vaults and titles, he could give him his muggle title. The Earl of Blackmoor. Though if he did claim it, and prove who he was, the media shitstorm that would reign down would bring out the whole of the Wizarding world. Draco wasn’t sure if Harry….James would be ready for that, mentally or emotionally.
“I don’t understand.”
“Har…James, you are the Earl of Blackmoor. Now if you don’t want to claim your title I don’t know what will happen with it. But I know there is a substantial account as well as several businesses that are attached to the title.”
James sat there stunned, he did not know what to say to that. He stood and started pacing. He was scratching at his beard and fidgeting with his glasses, Aaron knew the signs well. James was extremely agitated, which usually ended in a migraine and very strange things happening around them.
“James, you don’t have to actually do anything. I know JJ could hold off the media only so long.”
“This is something I’ll have to think about. I, I like my life. I like being a teacher, I don’t know if I want….that.” Aaron stood and wrapped an arm around James waist, holding him close. Draco looked away, not wanting to see the intimate moment.
“And you don’t have to accept. But, we can look into it. We can have Emily do some quiet research while we are here. Then, when you are presented with all the facts, we can make a decision, okay?” James leaned into Aaron and visibly relaxed against the older man. Draco wanted out of that room so badly but he knew he needed to see this through.
“I can’t think about that right now. This is all….” James closed his eyes and breathed deep before opening them back-up. Pulling away from Aaron he looked over at Draco, stood tall and came to a couple of decisions.
Draco’s breath caught as he watched James stand and look every inch the Gryffindor he always was. Though, he also knew Harry… damn Draco was not used to calling him James. But, anyway, James, had a bit of Slytherin in him.
“If you want to tell people I am fine with that. I’d,” he looked over at Aaron a moment, then back at Draco, “I’d like to meet them, but we are here for ten more days in London before we have to go back to Virginia, I don’t want to interrupt our vacation.” James turned and grabbed a wallet. He pulled out two cards and handed them to Draco. “Here is our private numbers. You can call us and we’ll arrange something once we get back home.”
Draco stood and shook both men’s hands as he slipped the cards into one of his pockets. As he was gathering himself to say more a young boy bounded into the room.
“Papa, papa, look,” the dark haired boy ran up to James and held up a picture to him.
“I am so sorry Hotch, James, he just wouldn’t settle. Too excited to show you what he got.”
“Hey buddy, what have you got there?” James’s smile and the way he settled on his knees in front of the boy had Draco’s heart constricting. He couldn’t help that his eyes were wet as he watched the boy tell James all about getting to meet the stars of The Avengers . Each of the actors had signed the photo.
Aaron sensed Draco was uncomfortable as he gently led the young man towards the little hallway in the room.
“I don’t know how to make this better. I can only say I’m sorry. I can’t honestly tell you I wish things were different because that would mean James wasn’t in my life. But, I can’t imagine what you are feeling.” Aaron furrowed his brow as he watched Draco sniff back the tears in his eyes, refusing to let them fall.
“I can’t tell you how I know, but if you believe in soulmates at all, Harry….sorry James, he is yours, he would never have truly been mine.” Draco gave him a half smile before he walked out the door. When he rounded the corner he made sure no one was around and used his portkey to go home.
Draco prided himself on not breaking down right then and there as he made his way into his den. He poured a generous amount of firewhiskey and downed it in one go. When he laid out on the couch his thoughts reflected on the evening and then, and only then did he let himself break yet again.