A/N: Hello everyone! So in case you haven't looked on my profile page… MY LAPTOP IS FIXED and my summer of updating can now continue! On another happy note I am BACK in the Harry Potter world (my favorite fandom… shhhh!) and here with yet another new story for you all. This one is a little different from my norm because there is an OC and she's American (it'll make sense I swear!) but it will be an awesome story, I promise guys. This is dedicated to vov123456 because she's a wonderful human and she asked me to do something like this and because I came up with a good plotline, I went ahead with it! So, this is for you girl! Side note: all other stories of mine will be updated later today (it's midnight here) when I wake up! In the meantime, enjoy this story! (THERE IS A NOTE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE THAT REQUIRES READING)

Disclaimer: If I owned these characters Sirius would live through the end of this war. All rights belong to Queen Rowling.

Present Day (December 26, 1995):

Harry POV (its short): The Weasleys had all gone home for the rest of the winter holiday, seeing as Mr. Weasley had been discharged from St. Mungo's on Christmas morning and there was no reason for them to stay and 'bother Sirius' as they put it. They had invited me to join them, but I'd declined, wanting to spend more time with Sirius and Remus (whom was currently residing here as well) before I went back to Hogwarts for the new term. Knowing when I would see them again was an impossibility. Dumbledore told me that because Sirius had not yet been proven innocent, he was not allowed to take custody of me, and Remus wasn't an option because he wasn't entrusted to do so in my parent's will. Every moment with them became precious.

That did not however stop me from wondering endlessly about my kiss with Cho underneath the mistletoe. What did it mean for our relationship now? Was there even a possibility of one? What if she didn't like me? And above all, what if I didn't care enough about her to want a relationship anymore?

I probably sound like a blithering idiot. It was times like these I wished my father were here to give me advice. He'd been popular at school after all, according to Sirius, so he'd probably know a thing or two about girls.

Wait a minute… Sirius! He was as much a father to me as my own would have been, why not ask him?

"Hey… Sirius?" I wondered hesitantly, suddenly nervous as I waited for my godfather, who had a disgusted look on his face as he read this week's "Daily Prophet," to respond.

"Yes, Prongslet?" he said, barely looking up from his paper.

"Erm… can I ask you a question? I need some advice."

"Advice?" he wondered casually, finally setting down his paper, his features exhibiting the onset of coming excitement. "What about, cub? Having trouble in a subject at school? Need Quidditch help? Oh no, wait! I know what it is! It's about a girl right?" he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"W-what?" I gasped in surprise. I could feel my face begin to boil. "H-how did you even k-know that?"

Sirius chuckled. "You have the same look on your face your father used to get whenever he was thinking about Lily, it's not that hard to spot. REMUS!" he bellowed gleefully out into the hallway, rolling his eyes and chuckling maniacally when his deranged mother's portrait began to scream out of turn again.

Not a moment later Remus was running through the doors to the kitchen, sweeping his sandy yet graying hair from his eyes. "What?" he panted anxiously, his eyes darting from me to Sirius. "What's happened?"

"Harry would like some advice," Sirius said smugly. "About a girl."

Before I could even blink, Remus's expression turned as sinister as Sirius' had, and I fought my urge to slam my face into the table. "Oh no," I groaned.

"Oh yes," they said together through they're laughter.

"So who is she?" Sirius asked. "Where'd you meet her? Does she like you? What's happened so far between you?"

"Sirius, slow down," I told him laughing slightly. "Her name is Cho Chang, she's in Ravenclaw a year above me and we met on the Quidditch Pitch a couple of years ago. She was dating Cedric before he died so that's why I never asked her out, but before break we kissed in the Room of Requirement and-"

"Wait you kissed?" he interrupted me. "Then what do you need us for?"

"Probably to help him figure out how to ask her where they stand," said Remus, looking at Remus disapprovingly. "Right, Harry?"

I nodded. "Well yes, but…"

"But?"

"How am I really sure I fancy her? That I actually care enough to do this? Because I mean, I like her but she cries quite a bit about everything and… I suppose what I mean is… how do I know? Have either of you ever felt something beyond fancying? Like truly caring for someone? What does that feel like?"

Sirius POV: The smile faded from my face. Of all the things he could have asked me… he chose that? I felt a fresh pang in my heart as I remembered her. Her smile, her eyes, the way she got annoyed at me even easier than Lily ever had. It had been almost seventeen years since I'd seen her last, but there wasn't one day that passed by that I didn't regret the decision that ended our whirlwind relationship.

"Sirius?" my godson called out to me, snatching me from my thoughts, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Are you alright?"

"Erm, yes," I stuttered. "You just caught me off guard, Prongslet."

"Just tell him Sirius," Remus said encouragingly. "He asked you and he's old enough to understand. Besides, I haven't any stories to share."

"Really?" I retorted. "And what about you and Tonks?"

"There is no me and Tonks," he argued.

"Tell me what?" Harry wondered. "What is he talking about, Sirius?"

I sighed. "Harry, Sirius was in love once," Remus told him. "I know it's hard to believe, but he was. Her name was Sarah Bridget. She was the only American girl at Hogwarts, and they loved each other very much."

"Well, what happened?"

"That's a long story," I cut in. "I doubt you want to hear it," I said, desperate to remove myself from the situation. I couldn't talk about this. I just couldn't.

"Try me."

Sighing, I looked up to the sky. "You really do hate me, don't you, Prongs?" I thought bitterly. "Alright," I said finally. "It all started in the middle of our seventh year at Hogwarts…"

A/N: So from here on out the story will be told in a flashback of the Marauders seventh year, and will eventually go back to present day. It will all make sense in the end guys, promise! Review and tell me if you liked it, and I'll update as soon as possible! I love you all!

Thanks for Reading!

-thewolfgurlgleek :)