Chapter Three;
Sirius and Remus walked down the hall from the study in silence, both lost in their thoughts and when they came to the living room, they stopped and stared at Severus, who was now sitting cross-legged on the floor, biting his bottom lip in concentration as he read the book in his lap, surrounded by several other piles of books that he planned on reading.
"Ahem." Remus cleared his throat and gave a smile. "Severus, did you eat?"
Severus glanced up at the cough and shook his head. "No, sir."
"Come on, you can join us, we were just sitting in for dinner." Remus ushered him to the kitchen.
Sirius gave a glare at Remus and turned to walk into the kitchen, followed by Remus and a reluctant Severus who pushed himself off the floor and followed slowly. They took their seats and began to eat once again about to continue their conversation when Remus noticed Severus hadn't seated and was standing stiffly at the door watching them. He gave a smile and pushed out of his chair, walking over to the counter and making a plate. "Severus, take a seat?" He catechized.
Severus nodded his head and gave a quick glance at Sirius before sitting at the very end of the table, four seats away from Remus and give away from Sirius. Remus sighed quietly to himself before setting the plate down in front of Severus and then taking his seat next to Sirius. "So, Sirius, when is the next Quidditch game?"
"Not sure, I think next week Falmouth Falcons are playing… we could get tickets to take him there." Sirius suggested as he sipped at his drink.
"You think he'd want Hermione and Ron to go?"
"Possibly, I'll ask Ron if he wants to go, then we can tell Harry we're taking him shopping or something and surprise him."
"That sounds like a good plan." Remus reasoned, nibbling at his food and then glancing down at Severus who was staring at the two.
Severus watched in silence, poking at his food and listening to their conversation, wondering what the hell Quidditch was. When Remus glanced up, he flushed a bit and stared down at his plate, his hair falling to hide his face. "Severus, do you like Quidditch?"
Severus glanced up, biting the inside of his cheek. "Um… of course I do."
Sirius scoffed. "Do you even remember what Quidditch is?"
"Sirius!" Remus hissed.
"What?" Sirius glared at Remus. "I asked an honest question, well, Sniv—Severus, do you?" He asked, glancing at Severus.
Severus frowned and glanced at his plate. "I—"
"Don't answer, Severus." Remus said, smiling at him. "It's fine if you don't. You'll gain your memories once again. Don't fret about it; Sirius is just being a git." He said, throwing a quick glare at Sirius. "Oh right, um, do you know our names?"
Severus frown fell even more. "No… um, he's Sirius, I guess…"
"I'm Black." Sirius growled.
"Sirius, enough." Remus hissed. He turned back to Severus and nodded. "Yes. He's Sirius Black, and I'm Remus Lupin. You're Severus Snape, though I'm sure Albus tol—"
"He only told me Severus…"
"Oh, well, your last name is Snape." Remus told him, giving a smile.
The kitchen fell quiet after that, each turning back to their meal though Severus only poked at his which Remus noted. After Remus and Sirius finished, Remus took their plates and put them in the sink, turning towards Severus and frowning at how sad he looked. "Severus, would you care to join us in a game of Wizards' chess?"
Sirius growled. "Remus, that's a two person ga—"
"We can take turns, Padfoot." Remus said dryly.
"No thank you, I don't wish to be a bother." Severus replied, standing up. "The meal was lovely, thank you." He said before turning on his heel and walking out.
Remus growled. "Padfoot… Albus said be nice to him!"
"I am being nice! I'm letting him stay here, I'm letting him eat my food, I'm let—"
"Enough!" Remus shouted. "Honestly… don't you feel bad for him? He's forgotten everything! And he doesn't have magic! How the hell would you feel if you couldn't feel your magic running through your veins anymore? Or if you had to sit at the end of the table while two people spoke about something you know nothing about – one person which has no problem pointing out that you don't have a clue?" Remus asked, his eyes turning bright amber as his anger boiled. "I'm going to read in the study. Come find me when you've thought about what you've done, Sirius." He said before walking out of the kitchen.
Sirius growled and stood up to walk over to the sink and wash the dishes, though he could easily just spell them to clean themselves, he liked doing muggle chores like this. As he did the dishes, he began to think on what Remus had said. A sigh escaped his lips when he finished the last plate – after raking the uneaten food into the trash – he walked out of the kitchen and headed down to the study to find Remus reading in an armchair by the fire.
He smiled and crossed the room. "Uh, care for a game of Wizards' Chess?"
"Did you think about what I said at /all/, Sirius?" Remus asked, sighing.
"I did…"
"And what have you decided in that head of yours about the situation?" He asked, glancing up from his book.
Sirius sighed. "I'll… okay, I'll try to be nice to him… I'll just act like he's a different person until he's better… Merlin knows he doesn't act like the old Severus."
"No. He doesn't. But he is Severus, still. When people lose their memory, that's just it, they lose the memories, but they don't lose the things they enjoy to speak about, or what they enjoy to eat or drink, maybe if you get to know him you can get to know the actual Severus behind the spy mask he puts on." Remus explained, frowning.
"I'll try, Moony…"
"That's all I ask… and you will call him Severus, and go tell him he can call you Sirius." Remus said.
"Fine…" Sirius sighed, turning on his heel and walking out of the study once more.
