Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, events and/or places that are recognized as being written and created by J.K. Rowling. J.K. Rowling owns all the characters and places from the Harry Potter books including the ones used in this story.

A/N: Hello! This takes place 3 months after You Might Think. It's going to be a small sequel, but hopefully a funny/interesting one! Happy reading!

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Gryffindor was winning. At least that was what Remus assessed by the way Peter's whole body kept knocking into him with every ecstatic jump he made, by the field of gloved hands waving over and around his head, and by the red and gold glitter that was beginning to collect in a small hill on his shoulder.

Remus couldn't hear a thing.

It must have been one of the windiest days in Wizarding history. Strong gusts, hurricane level gusts, whipped past his ears blocking out every sound except its own high-pitched wheezing.

Peter turned to him, all pink faced and smiles, screaming something or other, and Remus thought this must be what being deaf is like. Thank Merlin that that's one less problem I have to deal with.

Remus nodded absently at Peter hoping that he wasn't agreeing to partake in a mass murder and turned back to the game.

The wind battled against his eyelids. Remus had to squint, seeing the world as blurs of red and blue and gold and bronze. It was hard to follow anything, impossible to distinguish one player from another similarly robed one. Remus gave up easily to the wind's harsh blasts and closed his eyes.

In all honesty, Remus didn't really enjoy Quidditch. He could think of thousand other (trivial) things he could be doing. It was an absolute waste for him to sit on that cold, hard bench for an hour just so Sirius could wave at him. But, if his presence adverted another of Sirius's whiny "Hate Quidditch. Hate me." speeches, everyone was better off.

Sirius had been giving those speeches to Remus since he and James joined the team in fourth year. It was just that now Sirius's speeches were accompanied by some heavy convincing, with tongue.

It had been three months since Remus and Sirius decided to be Remus and Sirius; which really didn't mean anything. They didn't act any different. Sirius was always overly touchy with Remus, and they always used to ping pong innuendo-slicked banter back and forth. Now they were just aware of it. They were friends. Good friends who just happened to kiss on occasion; a lot of occasions. And sometimes Sirius tried to hold his hand under the table at lunch. But, Remus didn't want any of that. He was happy to have someone to kiss and that's all he wanted. Remus never, no matter who the person was, desired an open relationship. He didn't want to be discussed. And a relationship, especially if he was seen having one with Sirius Black, was definitely going to be a hot topic.

Remus could feel himself drifting off. He imagined Sirius flying inches from his face, waving madly; he'll hear about it later. Concentrating hard, Remus could almost feel that he was curled up in his favorite chair in front of the warm Gryffindor fire, perhaps with a good book…

Even in his fantasies, Remus couldn't be left alone. There was an incessant tugging on his sleeve. Remus lazily forced his eyes open, and squinted at Peter. "We win?" he shouted. Everyone around them was standing. "Game over?"

Peter shook his head, and Remus suddenly noticed that Peter was far more pale than pink. "You didn't see?" Peter shouted back, voice as high-pitched as ever. Remus's face must have been the definition of puzzlement because Peter rolled his eyes, a motion which looked completely contradictory with his worrisome frown. Peter clutched Remus's arm and hauled the two of them to their feet.

Remus's straining eyes followed Peter's chubby arm down to his chubby finger which was pointing oddly still in the whipping wind at the bottom of the pitch.

Remus looked past all the standing heads and down the 50 foot drop to the ground where even from his height he could see the pool of crimson blending in harsh contrast with the green grass. He could see the huddled heads of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He could see a familiar messy haired boy bending over the sprawled figure.

All Remus could think, as he hurtled himself through the stands, was how bad he felt that he never waved.

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"I…I…" James had been saying "I" in timed repetition ever since Madam Pomfrey slammed the hospital door in their faces.

Peter, no matter how much of a crisis the situation was, couldn't stand for any extended period of time and was currently sitting slouched against the Hospital Wing's door. Remus stood facing him, fingers bunched into his pockets, trying to visualize what he missed in the first place.

"I…I…"

"Do you think they'll be able to fix, um, you know, his face?" Peter spoke up in a tight whisper.

"…I…"

"Only because…he was just so handsome."

James suddenly halted. "Not you too, Wormtail." He sent a wicked smile at Remus.

"I didn't mean like that!" Peter gasped.

"What happened again?" Remus, as usual, was eager to dismiss any references to him and Sirius.

James swallowed. "I don't know if he wasn't paying attention, or…well it was hard to see out there with the wind and all…2 bludgers….both...smacked into his, um, his head and he fell before anyone could see and…I…I should have noticed! I'm captain!"

"It is not your fault, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said, standing in the now open doorway. He crooked his finger and all three boys instantly followed him into the Hospital Wing.

"Can we see him?" Peter asked, eyes fixed on the only occupied bed in the room, its curtains firmly closed.

Dumbledore shook his head. "In a moment." He added, "No protesting" before James even thought about opening his mouth. "Madam Pomfrey needs to tell you something first."

Pomfrey stepped forward, shaking her head. "Quidditch," she spat out. "Should be banned from this school. Do you know how many lengthy novels I could write using Quidditch injuries-"

"How's Sirius?" Remus blurted. "Sorry," he muttered. "Didn't mean to shout or interrupt."

Pomfrey frowned at him. "That's alright, Remus. Sirius is, he's OK. A couple of deep scars, I managed to heal most of them. But-" Pomfrey's voice died. She sent a withering look over at Dumbledore, who simply nodded for her to continue. "But, he, he hit his head pretty hard."

James made a noise like he was trying to hold in a rough cough. "Did he lose his memory?" Peter met James's eyes, and made a similar holding cough noise.

Pomfrey's frown sank deeper. Remus felt his stomach drop to his ankles. "He did lose his memory, didn't he?" Remus was surprised at how normal and steady his voice sounded.

"Well," Pomfrey started. "He, his memory wasn't completely erased. He forgot he was a wizard, oh!" Pomfrey reached into her apron pocket and handed Sirius's birch wood wand over to James. "It's unwise to allow him to have that for the moment."

"Right." James choked on the word, and stuck the wand into the back of his Quidditch robes.

"Sirius doesn't know who he is. He does know, somehow, that he, ahem, ran away from home, lives in London, goes to school…but when I asked him what kind of school he goes to he said that school where you perform scientific tests on rats."

Despite Pomfrey and Dumbledore standing right there, Peter humphed and scowled at Sirius's bed.

"I don't understand," Remus spoke up. "Couldn't you just do some magic, and, I don't know, revive his memory? I find it hard to believe we can't do anything but-"

"Wait until he remembers, Mr. Lupin." Dumbledore looked down at Remus, with sympathy tinting his bright blue gaze. "That is all we can do. We are lucky that he is alive."

"But, Professor?"

"I'm sorry, boys. But there are some things in life even magic won't fix. Sirius is going to need your help now. To get his memory back. Can we count on you?" They all nodded.

"Do not make him feel bad," Pomfrey said, stepping in front of Dumbledore to directly address the boys. "Do not mess with his head. If he comes running back to me saying you told him he used to be a girl I will make sure you never play Quidditch again, Mr. Potter…or have children."

"Alright." James made his way around Pomfrey and an amused Dumbledore, walking as if someone glued his thighs together. Remus and Peter followed.

"He's faking," Peter whispered, squeezing in between James and Remus. "Tests on rats. That was a personal swipe at me."

"Should we knock?" James asked, as they came to a stop in front of the imperturbable barrier that was Sirius's hospital bed hangings.

Remus shrugged. If anything, he was immensely happy to be in an infirmary where there were an abundant amount of receptacles in which to vomit into.

"Knock?" Peter asked. "Just open it."

"That's rude, Pete. What if he's naked?"

"Why would he be naked, Prongs?"

"…Pomfrey's after his prick?"

"No…that's Moony. Now just open it!"

"Peek in Moony."

"The bed hangings are probably-"

"Why are we discussing this?"

With a quick scraping sound, the pristine white curtains were whipped open by Sirius, who was sitting up in his bed, head thoroughly bandaged. "'lo," he said. "I can hear you, you know."

James stepped forward. "How you doing, Padfoot?"

Sirius cocked his head to the side. "I thought my name was Sober?"

"Sirius."

Sirius scratched his eyebrow. "Did my parents hate me or something?"

"Do you hate your parents?" James bit his bottom lip.

Sirius shrugged one thin bandaged shoulder. "I don't see why I would."

"Pads!" James howled, and promptly threw himself across Sirius's crotch.

"James!" Remus grabbed James around the waist, pulling him off of a horrified and disturbed looking Sirius.

"I can't believe this is happening!" James wailed. His fingers were still clutching onto a part of Sirius's blanket. "This isn't my Sirius!"

Sirius sank a bit against his pillows. "Do I know you guys?" Somehow Sirius was able to produce a tiny, meek sort of voice that Remus didn't know Sirius was even capable of.

James made a choking sound and didn't attempt to move from Remus's hold around his waist. There was an overwhelming urge coursing through Remus's blood making him want to slap James and keep slapping him until he snapped out of it and resumed his usual role of brave and decisive leader.

Peter stepped closer to the bed and tapped the tip of Sirius's toe. "We're your dorm mates, Sirius. Here at Hogwarts. My name is Peter…Pettigrew."

Sirius's mouth made a large 'o'. "Nice to meet you." Sirius couldn't even try to not laugh and just hearing something normal like that coming from Sirius made something in Peter snap.

"I'm sorry I thought you were faking!" Peter wrapped his hand around Sirius's toe and bowed over his legs. "Don't die!"

That did it. James ripped himself away from Remus with a disgusted groan. "He's not dying, Wormtail."

"I thought his name is Peter, uh, you?" Sirius looked up at James. "Why'd you call him Wormtail?"

Peter made a show of checking around and moving into the center of the room. Satisfied that they were indeed alone, he gave a tiny wave and basically melted into a rat.

Sirius blinked. And then screamed like bloody murder.

Remus launched forward, slapping his hand over Sirius's mouth. Peter sprang back to human, and scurried over to James.

Sirius's screams stopped. "Eemth?"

"He's saying something. I think he said James."

Remus pulled his hand from Sirius's face. "Remus?" Sirius said. His right hand came up and prodded Remus's cheek.

"Oh wonderful!" James growled, throwing his hands up. "We've been transplanted into a bloody romance novel. He can't remember his life long best mate, but oh Remus! My dear Remus! No mere concussion could make me forget you!"

Remus heard all of that, of course. The ranting and raving of a borderline lunatic never goes unnoticed. But, Remus found that he had fallen into his newest and rapidly most frequent state of mind that he had dubbed: tail-wag. As in Sirius makes his.

Remus's hand crept over Sirius's, still shy and apprehensive after 3 months of kind of, hidden, togetherness. "You remember me?" he asked in a soft voice.

Head tilted to the side like the dog he probably forgot he could transform into, Sirius smiled and said, "Moony."

With a sudden fierceness that seemed to spring out of no where or could have possibly come from his blinding rage, James jumped onto Sirius and grabbed his shirt front. "What's my name?"

Sirius's nails dug into Remus's hand. He looked, quite frankly, scared shitless. "I, um…Peter?"

"James! My name is James! I'm your best friend! You lived at my house for two years! We do everything together!" James was shaking Sirius back and forth while Peter and Remus tried to unsuccessfully pull him back. "James! My name is-"

"Mr. Potter!" Pomfrey arrived at Sirius's bed faster than James managed to tumble off of it. Pomfrey pulled him up by the ear. "I thought I told you to not upset him. I guess I stupidly assumed that do not maul him went unsaid."

"He's just upset, Madam Pomfrey," Peter squeaked. Peter's hand moved like he was going to try and pry Pomfrey's fingers off of James, but he reconsidered. Not even Godric Gryffindor was brave enough for a move like that. "Sirius doesn't know who he is," he continued.

"I told you he doesn't remember who he is!"

"He doesn't remember who James is."

Pomfrey let go of James's ear, and patted him awkwardly on the shoulder. "Alright. It's been a rough day. Go to your dorm, and tomorrow you all can come get Sirius and like nice boys you can take him to breakfast and class. But, I swear you will be scrubbing bed pans with your tongues for the rest of the year-"

"Ew."

"-if he's hurt in anyway." With one last humph and curse at Quidditch, Pomfrey returned to her office.

"I think she is after his prick," Peter said once Pomfrey's door slammed shut on them.

James smiled, would have laughed and agreed if he didn't feel wretched. Sirius was sitting quite still, hands folded in his lap, his eyes impossibly wide and focused hopefully on Pomfrey's door.

When James cleared his throat, Sirius's eyes slid to him. They were strangely glistening. James had never seen anything more freighting in his life including the time he walked in on his parents "touching".

"'M sorry I, uh, attacked you."

"It's ok," Sirius basically mouthed. "I'm sorry I don't remember who you are." Sirius looked up at Remus.

Feeling stupid and upset and nervous and sorry and everything possible already, Remus had no apprehension about moving closer to Sirius and crouching down to his level.

"All I can remember about you," Sirius said, his voice a little stronger. "Is your name, that you put too much pepper on everything you eat, one time in third year you fell down the entire staircase from Trelawney's classroom and cried for an hour."

"I didn't cry!"

"Yes, you did," Peter roared. His arms were draped around James who could barely stand from laughing. "We counted minutes."

Remus was not surprised. "Well that was a cruel thing to do."

"Sorry, Moony," Sirius mumbled. His eyebrows shot up. "I have no clue why I call you Moony, I just remember that I do and I remember that I'm in love with you."

Remus nodded. "I thought I'd have to re-tell you that I'm a-"

Sometimes in life, something so unhinging happens that one is unable to think, speak, breath, or comprehend anything that is left in the universe. All they can do is stare, mouth open, drool pooling on their lips, pupils dilated, listening to whatever was said to them echo over and over in their head.

All Remus cold do was stare, mouth open, drool pooling on his lips, pupils dilated, listening to the echo of Sirius's voice in his head. In love with you.

At the end of the bed, James looked down at Peter. "Constant drama, those two."