Drarry Oneshots (Angsty)

Remember Me

Alzheimer's. It's a muggle disease that often affects the elderly such as myself, causing us to forget our past, our memories and sometimes even our names. Soon I shall no longer remember the monstrosities of my childhood such as the abuse from the Dursleys or the Battle of Hogwarts. I guess you could say it's a little like amnesia but there's no hope that my rapidly fading memory will ever return to me. All my experiences will drift from my mind and into oblivion never to be recalled or remembered again.

Although I am glad that this is an opportunity to escape from the horrors of my boyhood there are of course some things I don't wish to forget about. The faces of my old friends all merge into one and I can never quite know who it is that has come to visit me. Why, just the other day Rob (or is it Ron?) came to see me to discuss the details of his wife's funeral. I used to be friends with her but now the name seems to slip by, just out of my grasp. Perhaps it was Helena or perhaps it wasn't. I can never be certain.

Sometimes, my memories are crystal clear in my head, waiting to be shared with a touch of nostalgia. Those are my good days. The days when I know who comes to visit me are also the days when I could talk about 60 years ago like it was yesterday. But those days are few and far between. Usually my mind is a hazy blur of fragmented fantasies that lie just out of my reach and shatter as soon as I can touch them. Every day seems the same but then, I can't remember what happened 5 minutes ago, let alone what occurred yesterday, the day before or last Friday.

There is one thing that I hope beyond hopes I won't forget. I know it's inevitable that one day I will not remember Draco but I wish for the time until that moment to be prolonged. I don't want the memory of our first kiss - in the abandoned girls bathroom - to drift out of my brain. I always want to treasure the laughter, the smiles and the love. I always know when he comes to see me as his face still looks as handsome as it did on our wedding day, many years ago, but for how much longer will I be able to express my recognition? When you love someone so dearly, it's hard to let them go yet I have no choice. My disease has struck up a barrier between us and is slowly pushing us away from each other until I see Draco no longer. The glass is becoming blacker and more opaque and soon the darkness will consume me, leaving an empty shell of a man behind.

By our next wedding anniversary, I will have forgotten who Draco is. Indeed I shall probably have misplaced my identity as well. Draco may come and see me but my eyes shall stare blankly in confusion. Although I might smile I will have no reason to as my sunshine will be blocked out by the metaphorical barrier. My head will loll and I shall sit limp and lifeless in my chair. What use is a man who cannot remember his name or the day of the week? I am causing only grief to my friends and family by my lack of recognition and response.

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The time has come to surrender to the blackness which has been my life for as long as I can remember, which doesn't truly mean anything. My unseeing eyes are to close for the final time and my aged carcass shall cease to exist. I know not to whom I leave my money, if I own any at all, or whether I will have anyone to mourn at my funeral. At last my bleak existence is to end, and if I do return to this world as either spirit of ghost, at least I will finally relearn my name. After all, surely it will be engraved on my headstone.