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Avigail Messika: No, this is definately not a sequel to "Confessions of the Head Girl" the two stories are unrelated. If, and that is a big IF, I do write a sequel to "Confessions of the Head Girl" it will be clearly stated in the bio and will have a title among the lines of "Confessions of the..." Right now, I have no ideas for the sequel and just want to concentrate on this fic. But if I ever do come up with a good enough idea, I will tell you all in my profile.

Now, on with the story! Enjoy!

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James sat up in his bed and stared at the ceiling. He was bored, very bored. There was nothing he could do about it either. Without the use of arms, he couldn't read a book or a newspaper, he couldn't eat whenever he pleased, and he couldn't even write a letter to anyone at all. Not that he knew who he would write to, but it seemed like something to do. But no, he was stuck in the hospital bed bored out of his mind.

Lily couldn't spend all her time with him, she had other patients. Besides, she had been acting quite odd around him since they spoke of Hogwarts hours earlier. Every time that she came in to check on him, she was in and out of room in a hurry. She made no effort to talk with him, other than his medical conditions that is.

His friends and family weren't here either. He wondered why that was. He had been at St. Mungo's for a day now and his only visitor had been Sirius. Where were his parents? Where were his other friends? Why wasn't anyone here to see him? James knew that Lily had only allowed Sirius to see him yesterday, but that was yesterday. This was today. Where was everyone else? Why didn't they want to see him?

It made him question who he was more than ever. What if that strange man who had argued with Lily was right about him? What if he, James Potter, was a Death Eater? It would certainly explain the lack of friends and family. Maybe his parents are so ashamed of him that they refused to see him. He couldn't believe it, his own parents weren't here. And what about brothers and sisters, weren't they all coming? Sure, he didn't know if he had brothers or sisters, but it seemed probable. Where was his family?

As time passed by, James began to dread his amnesia more and more. If he had his memory, he would know everything. He would know why people weren't visiting, he would know why Lily had grown anxious around him, and he would actually know who his friends were and possibly force them to come visit him.

Eventually, he heard a knock on the door and muttered, "Come in."

In came three men, all in their early twenties. James recognized one at once as Sirius Black, his only visitor and apparent best friend. James didn't know who the other two were though. One was tall, almost as tall as Sirius. He had sandy brown hair and soft grey eyes. He looked exhausted and his robes were quite worn. The other man was much shorter and had blonde hair and watery blue eyes. He appeared to be staring at James with such apprehension that James began to feel nervous.

"Thank Merlin you're okay!" the blonde haired man said, relaxing slightly.

"Wormtail, he's a bloody mess," the brown haired man replied. "No offense, Prongs."

"None taken," James slowly said. He recognized Prongs as his own name, Sirius had informed him of it the previous evening. Wormtail, he recognized that as well. Wormtail was one of his friends. James only assumed that the other man had the nickname Moony.

"I'm Remus, Remus Lupin," the brown haired man said, "Sirius said you wouldn't remember any of us... And this is Peter Pettigrew. We went to school with you too."

"All best friends and roommate at Hogwarts," Peter piped up. "Always running off and getting into trouble. We had so much fun. You and Sirius, well, you two certainly knew how to land yourselves in detention!" He was smiling and nodding at James, as if to show him his admiration.

"Haven't been too bored here, have you?" Sirius casually asked as he plopped down into a nearby armchair. "Evans hasn't harassed you too much or anything, has she?"

"Evans?" Remus cut in and looked back and forth between Sirius and James.

"That's right, Moony," Sirius replied. "Lily Evans is his Healer."

"No, that can't be right," Remus stated.

"Apparently, she's the best on this floor," Sirius bitterly remarked.

James scanned his eyes from each of his two friends. What had Lily done to make them hate her so much? Other than not talking with him too much since that morning, James thought she seemed perfectly normal. There must have been some history there. Judging from the look of distaste on Sirius's face, James guessed that she and he had gotten into a row of some sort. Maybe she was his ex-girlfriend, after all, they had gone to Hogwarts together and he seemed to hate her the most. Yes, James decided, Lily must have dated Sirius, that's why Sirius can't stand her. There was no other reasonable explanation. Of course, James had no intention of asking either Lily or Sirius about it. That would only open a can of worms, which he certainly didn't want, especially when he had amnesia.

"Well, my arms do feel as if they're about to fall off," James admitted. Regrowing skin was even worse than regrowing bones.

"Nothing you can really do about that one though, mate," Sirius said. "Tergum potion is pretty nasty stuff."

"Anyways," Remus said, "Sorry we couldn't be here earlier. We all had work today." Work, of course. James felt stupid now. Of course his friends were all at work. Of course they would come directly to the hospital to see him afterward.

"Got something for you too," Sirius said. He stood up and dug around his robes for a moment. Then he pulled out a photograph and brought it over to James.

It was a photograph of four people standing in front of a gazebo. They were all smiling and laughing at him. James recognized one of them as Sirius, although it was quite apparent that this picture was a few years old. Sirius's hair was longer now and his body was much fuller now. He couldn't have been more than sixteen in the photograph.

James had never seen the remaining three people though. A boy stood next to Sirius, he had a large, mischievous grin on his face. He was about the same height as Sirius's younger self, but much more scraggly. He had black hair, just like Sirius, but it was messy whereas Sirius's was straight and sleek. He also wore glasses, which surprisingly didn't look geeky on him at all.

Standing behind the two boys was an older couple. The woman was tall and thin. Her hair was black, just like the two boys, but it had flecks of grey spattered about it. She looked worn and tired in the picture, as if she had expended all of her energy into posing for it. Next to her stood a man, who had messy black hair just the boy standing next to Sirius. He was plump though, at least compared to the woman and the two boys.

"Is this your family?" James asked, looking up at Sirius.

Sirius's smile faded and he didn't say anything. James could feel all three men staring at him. What had he said?

"You know, they are my family," he answered. "Not biologically, but they are more like a family to me than my real one… James, that's you and your parents."

"What?" he asked. That couldn't be right, could it? He didn't wear glasses and he certainly didn't have that strange mop for hair, did he? He wasn't tall and gangly, was he?

Remus transfigured a wall hanging into a mirror and brought it closer to James. As James stared at his reflection, for the first time since he had entered St. Mungo's, he gasped. That boy in the picture was him. There were his glasses, staring right back at him. And his hair, it was definitely messy. Granted, he couldn't see all of it. Parts of his head were covered by a large head cast, but he could see the jet black tufts near his forehead. For the first time, he saw all the damage that his accident had brought him. His face was scratched and bruised. He looked like a complete mess. Yet, behind the injuries, it was definitely that same boy in the photograph, only a few years older.

"My parents, why aren't they here?" James asked, turning his attention away from the mirror and onto Sirius.

"James," Sirius slowly said. "They, they died two years ago. Your mum had been pretty sick for nearly seven years. She was in and out of St. Mungo's for the longest time. And well, one day she never woke up… Your dad, he couldn't take it. Even though it had been coming on, he refused to believe it would actually happen. He died two months later… he was really depressed after your mum…"

His parents were dead. That couldn't be right. James was only twenty-one. Parents were supposed to live to see their children through their young adulthood.

"I'm sorry, mate," Sirius said.

The conversation between the four young men carried on for another couple of hours. Sirius did his best to cheer James up after the news of not having any family, but it took a while for James to convince himself that this wasn't actually new information. They explained to James all of the pranks that they had pulled while at school, some of which he found funny, but many he found just stupid and immature. But that was what his life had been, full of jokes and hexes on some greasy kid they called Snivellus. Hmm, James thought, some life.

Worst of all though, it brought back his lingering suspicion about if he was a Death Eater or not. From the sounds of it, his childhood consisted of tormenting anyone who wasn't deemed worthy enough, or simply got in his way. To him, that sounded exactly like the pathway to pure evil.

As the evening hours dawned on, Remus announced that he had better leave. The hospital was closing to visitors soon, which made the others agree that they would come back to visit their friends the following day.

Just as Sirius was about to leave, James called him back. He needed answers, straight forward answers. He didn't want to tiptoe around this anymore.

"You know me better than anyone else, correct?" he asked.

"Um, yeah," Sirius replied. "We've been friends since the first day on the train to school. Then when I was sixteen and ran away from home, I lived with you and your folks. So, yes, I would say that I know everything there is to know about you."

"Am I good?"

"Excuse me?" Sirius asked, taken aback by the strange question.

"Am I on the good side of the war?" James asked again. "Or, or am I bad."

"Why are you asking this?" Sirius demanded. "Evans said that by the looks of it you were under the Crutiatus Curse. Good wizards don't do that to other wizards. Only someone on the other side would do that."

"Are you sure?"

"James, I would bet my life on it," he answered. "There's another reason, too. Now, you can't go along blabbing this to anyone, and I mean anyone. Tell Evans and the secrecy behind it all is over… You belong to a secret organization here to prevent the furthering of this war. I'm not completely sure, but my best guess is that you were following a suspected Death Eater and the bloody bastard caught on and did this to you. But, remember this, you can't tell a soul this. This is between you and me."

"I won't tell," James replied. Okay, so he was not a Death Eater, thank Merlin.

"Why are you asking anyway?"

"I overheard Lily talking to a man about it outside my door earlier," James answered. "He kept on insisting that I knew more than I was letting on and that I had to be questioned. Lily was pretty pissed about it though."

"About the only sane thing that woman thinks," Sirius muttered.

Unable to help himself, James finally asked, "Why don't you like her?"

"When you get your memory back, you'll know why," Sirius answered.

That was clearly not the answer that James had wanted, but he couldn't press Sirius on the matter any longer. For at that moment, the witch in question walked into the room. She scolded Sirius for still being there, telling him that if he didn't get out she'd personally have him removed.

"How're your arms?" she asked, once Sirius grouchily left.

"About the same," he answered.

"Good, good," Lily said and made toward the door.

"Why are you ignoring me?" he asked.

Lily came to a complete stop and turned to face him. He could tell that he had struck a nerve. He knew that she felt as if she had been caught. Of course, she did her best to hide it as she nervously replied, "No I haven't. I just have a lot of patients."

"You've said five words to me since this morning," he replied, staring intently at her. This sudden reassurance that he was part of the good side made him feel more confident. It was as if a giant weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Lily tightly shut her eyes before looking him straight in the eye and saying, "I'm sorry." Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink and James couldn't help but think that it only made her look more beautiful.

"Sit down," he insisted. "And just talk to me." Other than when Sirius, Remus, and Peter came in, I've been bored out of my mind."

She did as she was told and collapsed in the chair next to his bed. By the relaxed look on his face, James had a feeling that this was the first time she had been able to sit all day long. He had seen her buzzing around all day, always appearing to be on the move and off to see another patient.

"How was your day?" he asked.

"About the same as usual," she answered. "It's a long day, here at St. Mungo's. Call me crazy, but I love it here. I wouldn't change it for the world."

"And your boyfriend doesn't mind you being here all the time?" James asked, avoiding eye contact. He didn't know what led him to ask that question. Why on earth did he say that? It wasn't any of her business if she had a boyfriend or not. Besides, he was still convinced that Lily had dated Sirius while at school, meaning that she was hands off. Even with amnesia, James still understood the rules of friendship: don't date a friend's ex. Not that he would date Lily, even though he did find her very attractive.

She laughed and replied, "I don't have a boyfriend, so it's not really an issue."

"That surprises me," he swiftly said. Once again, the words had left his lips before he could stop himself.

"You can't even remember who am I," she stated. "How can it surprise you?"

"I've seen more of you in the past day and half than anyone else," he answered. "So who else am I supposed to think about? I've got you pegged."

"Oh you do?" she doubtfully replied.

"You're smart," James said. "You were among the top students at school. You were also a Gryffindor, meaning that you were among the bravest. You're strong headed and won't take no for an answer. You're proud of your work, but also have a bit of a cocky attitude about it. You're good at what you do, you know it, and you won't let anyone else forget it either."

"Well, well," she said, crossing her arms across her chest and smiling at him. "You're good."

"I'm not done," he countered.

"Continue."

"You were in love," James began, studying her every action as he spoke. "Something bad happened between the two of you though." She was staring at him, not breathing at all. "You fight when you see him, but then you go home and think about how much you miss him."

"Not quite," Lily said as she got to her feet. She began to walk towards the door, but paused before leaving. She looked back at James and added, "I was in love and something bad did happen, but we don't fight anymore… He hasn't really seen me since that day."

James watched her leave and his curiosity deepened. Maybe she hadn't dated Sirius, after all, they still appeared to fight all the time. What was her secret? What was it about her that made him want to know? What was it about her that made her a mystery? And why did he want to solve it just as much as he wanted his own identity back?

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