Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any of the Harry Potter series. They belong all to J.K. Rowling

Summary: Just because Harry finds that he doesn't trust Sirius's new girlfriend, everybody expects that he's just jealous. What's worse? His girlfriend could be the end to Sirius and Harry's relationship. No slash, sequel to Amnesia.

Author Notes: Sorry for the lousy summary. Still, give it a chance! Read and review!

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Chapter 1

Sirius had been acting odd lately, Harry found as he watched Sirius eat a bowl of cereal happily. It was the summer before Harry's sixth year, and it was pretty obvious that Sirius had been acting oddly. More happier and cheerful, for starters.

"The food's not going to get up and run," Harry reminded Sirius in amusement as Sirius practically shoved the bowl down his throat. Sirius stopped his eating to look up at Harry in confusion.

"Huh?"

"The food," Harry replied, motioning to the bowl that Sirius had in his hands. "I think you can slow down eating. It's not going to get up and run. You can take your time, Siri."

"Well… I'm going out soon," Sirius explained, setting the bowl down. "I have to hurry. Didn't I tell you yesterday that I had to go out today for lunch?"

Harry frowned at Sirius. "No, you didn't say anything. And where are you going, without me?"

"It's…" Sirius trailed off, making weird movement with his arms. "Y'know… just out for lunch—"

"Without me," Harry butt in. That was the third time this week. Where had he been going all of a sudden? Ever since Isabella had invited Sirius, Harry and Remus over for a barbeque along with a couple of her friends, he had been acting weird. A day after they had went to Isabella and Julian's housethe weirdness hadall started.

"Hey, listen," Sirius started gently. "It's only for lunch. I just have to meet somebody there. After I come back we'll talk about it, okay, kiddo?"

Harry sighed and nodded his head. "Yeah… OK, sure."

Sirius smiled and stood up, ruffling Harry's hair affectionately before going up to his room to get ready, just as a sleepy Remus Lupin joined Harry in the kitchen.

"Where's Sirius going in such a hurry?" he asked.

"Out," Harry replied, hesitantly looking at Remus. "Hey, Moony, do you know where Padfoot is going every time he goes out without me? He just says that he has to meet somebody, but he never says who."

Remus got an uncomfortable look on his face as he slowly sat down in Sirius's chair. "What do you mean?"

Harry shot Remus a look. "You know very well what I mean. He's going out with somebody and he's not telling me who, and I think I have a right to know who he's going out with!"

Remus tried to give Harry a gentle look. "Maybe he's just not ready to tell you that yet. I'm sure he will, though. When he's ready."

"Ready?" Harry repeated, his voice getting louder. Then his whole body let out a sigh, and he cradled his head in his hands. "You know what? It doesn't matter anymore. Sirius can go out with whoever he wants. Heck—he can even go out with a guy if he wants to! I don't care anymore."

Harry abruptly stood up his chair and loudly made his way to his room.

"You sound like a herd of elephants," Sirius joked, stepping out of his room and holding clothing in both hands. Harry just glared at him. "OK Harry, I need your advice: What color, blue or black? Blue to match my eyes or black to bring out my eyes?"

Harry let out a loud groan and went into his room, slamming the door behind him.

"Moony?" Sirius called to Remus, still looking at Harry's closed door. "What did you say to Harry?"

Remus walked up to Sirius, his eyebrows raised. "What did I say to Harry? Nothing. It's what you didn't say to Harry."

Sirius looked surprised. "How did you know—?"

Remus sighed. "It's pretty obvious, Sirius. And anyway, why would you keep this from me and Harry? Especially Harry?"

"I was going to tell you two," Sirius started. "I was just looking for the right moment—"

"And the right moment wasn't sometime five or six days ago?" Remus said, but the conversation between them soon stopped as the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," Remus said to Sirius. "You get ready for your date."

Remus turned around and went through the hallway to the door, opening it to reveal a brunette standing there with a sweet smile plastered onto her face.

"I'm looking for Sirius," she said with a small pout. "He was suppose to meet me for lunch an hour ago, but never showed. I just wanted to make sure he was all right."

An hour ago? It wasn't even lunch yet. It was barely even ten thirty.

"Sirius is getting changed," Remus said slowly. "Would you like to come in?"

"Oh, sure," the girl replied, stepping into the house. "It's real nice. Ah—Siri! There you are."

A weird smile was placed on Sirius's face and he stepped towards the girl. "Allyson? What are you doing here? How did you know where I lived?"

Allyson looked confused. "Humm? Oh… you told me, remember?"

Then Sirius nodded. "Right, sorry. I was just surprised to see you here. Wasn't I suppose to meet you at the diner for lunch in half an hour?"

"No," Allyson said with a shake of her head, walking forward to grab Sirius's hand. "It was an hour ago that you told me you'd meet me. Don't you remember? I was waiting for you to arrive but you didn't. So I came here. Anyway, let's forget it and go."

"Wait, I should talk to Harry first," Sirius said, letting go of Allyson's hand. "Before I leave."

"Harry?" Allyson frowned. "Who's that?"

Sirius frowned. "My godson. Remember? I always talk about him—"

Allyson shook her head. "Nope. You've never talked about a Harry. Let's go, Siri! I'm impatient."

Grabbing back onto Sirius's hand, she dragged him out the door before he could say anything or even object.

"I don't like her," Harry spoke up from his room. Remus turned to see Harry leaning on the doorframe, a frown on his lips. "I don't trust her."

"Come on," Remus said, shutting the door which Sirius forgot to close. "We should give her a chance. She seems to like Sirius, and Sirius seems to like her, so that's really all that matters."

"He didn't even tell me about her," Harry argued, walking towards Remus, looking hurt. "I don't know, Moony. When I looked at her… I got this bad feeling. I don't trust her."

"Are you maybe saying that because your hurt that Sirius didn't tell you about Allyson? Are you making yourself dislike her?"

"No, I'm not," Harry said, walking into the living room and sitting down on the couch. "I really don't trust her, Moony. Did you see what she was wearing? A long-sleeved shirt. In summer."

Remus looked at Harry. "So she was wearing a long-sleeved sweater. Is there rules against that, Harry?"

Harry sighed and shook his head. "No, but doesn't it seem like she may be covering something up? The Dark Mark, perhaps? Come on, Remus, don't act like you don't believe me. I know you don't trust her, either. She could be anyone."

"Harry, Allyson may not be a witch. She could just be a muggle," Remus explained, sitting next to Harry.

"I know," Harry said with a nod. "I just don't trust her. How am I suppose to tell Sirius that? I can tell her likes her, but…" Harry sighed and shook his head. "I'm going to go take a shower. Maybe when I get out Sirius'll be back and I can tell him."

Remus grinned. "Good luck."

Harry grinned back before he went to his room.

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"Hey," Harry said after he got out of the shower. Remus was reading the newspaper at the kitchen table. "Is Siri back yet?"

Remus looked up at nodded. "He's waiting for you in the living room." Harry started to walk forward. "Except—" Harry stopped to look back.

"Except what?"

"Allyson's in there with him. He wants you to meet her."

Harry let out a low groan. "What? He wants me to meet her?"

Remus nodded. "I already did. She's pretty nice once you talk to her, Harry. Why not give her a chance?"

Harry turned around and walked to the living room, where Sirius and Allyson were. Sirius had his arm around Allyson's shoulder when he walked into the room, and when Sirius spotted him a bright smile flashed onto his face.

"Harry, this is Allyson," Sirius said as Harry sat in the armchair in front of them. "Allyson, this is Harry."

"Pleasure to meet you, Allyson," Harry said with a forced smile onto his face. "Sirius told me… absolutely nothing about you."

That statement caused Sirius to look at Harry warningly, but Harry ignored it.

Allyson threw Harry a sweet, sugary smile. "Oh, no. The pleasure is all mine."

Harry gave Allyson a smile, an awkward silence flowing throughout the room.

"I should go, Siri," Allyson said calmly, looking at Sirius with a grin. "But… I will talk to you after."

That's when Harry turned his head away as Sirius and Allyson started to kiss. But why should he just turn his head away when he could just leave the room?

"That was pretty quick," Remus said once Harry came back into the kitchen. "Did it go well?"

"No," Harry muttered, slumping into the chair in front of Remus. "I left because they started to snog." he sighed. "I'm just glad she's not staying the night." Harry shuddered, and then looked up at Remus. "… Is she?"

Remus smiled and shook his head. "Not today. But… you never know."

Harry groaned. "I can't believe Sirius is actually dating her. She seems just too… sweet. Soury sweet. Lemony sour. The kind of sour like when you put a lemon in your mouth, and it's so sour that your face screws up, and your mouth puckers up—"

When Harry received a look from Remus, he sighed. "I'm going up to my room now. Tell me when Allyson leaves, okay?"

Remus nodded at Harry. "Yeah, I will."

Harry turned around and went down the hall to his bedroom, making sure to avoid looking at the living room on his way by. The last thing he wanted to do was catch his godfather snogging some girl.

Harry didn't bother to close the door as he slumped down on his bed. Why couldn't things go back to the way things used to? When it was just him, Sirius and Remus? And… Matt?

Harry shook his head. Matt? Since when had he thought of Matt O'Brien? He avoided all thoughts of Matt, since every time his thoughts went to Matt, he always felt a lump in his throat.

"Harry?" Sirius said from the doorway. Harry looked up, a half-hearted smile dancing on his lips.

"Hey, Padfoot," Harry said, trying to not let anything reveal that something was wrong, but did not work that well.

"What's wrong?" Sirius asked, stepping into the room and studying Harry's face. "You don't look… normal. Something up?"

Harry shrugged. "I'm fine. You know… just thinking."

Sirius frowned, looking as concerned as ever. "Well… that's never a good thing."

Harry smiled, and then frowned. "Siri? You, ah, got—" Then Harry pointed to Sirius's face.

While Sirius scrubbed a spot by his lips with his finger, Harry shook his head. "It's all over your face."

Sirius blushed and ran to the bathroom, furiously trying to scrub the lipstick off his face with his hands along the way.

Harry glanced around his room, his eyes stopping on a picture on the wall. It didn't move like wizarding pictures did, since it wasn't a wizarding picture. Isabella took it at one of Harry's birthdays, when Matt was still alive. Gently, Harry touched the photograph with his fingertip. If only there was some way to break Sirius and Allyson up, because Harry knew that she was up to no good, but if he did break them up then he'd hurt Sirius.

And the last thing on his mind was hurting his godfather.

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A/N: The idea just sprang on me, so I had to write it down. Hope you liked the first chapter. I wasn't expecting to put the sequel to Amnesia (this story) up so soon, but I had finished it and thought what the heck? So review so I can post the next chapter…