Author's Note: I don't own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does.

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Frisbee

Ron put a hand on Inus's back. "What's up? You weren't in class and you're wearing your professor clothes."

"Severus and I made a break through. I remember my life. My childhood. Everything." Inus hugged Ron.

"Harry?" Ron squeaked.

Inus let Ron go.

"I came back here to look for you." Ron sat on his bed.

"I'm not afraid anymore."

"Slow down." Ron turned to give Inus eye contact.

"I remembered the first time I met Professor Snape. He was only twenty-two but he acted so old. My classmates laughed when this boy addressed the class wearing his grandfather's clothes. It was our third class of the year. The first two had been cancelled since our professor died in the war."

Ron nodded. His mind was trying to figure out the importance of Harry's story and come up with something helpful to say afterwards.

Inus continued talking, "He walked around us with this air of confidence. None of us could see that he was terrified. He took me aside and told me that great potion masters did not do cookbook magic."

"Didn't he go to school with you?" Ron asked.

"We were in different houses and there is five years between us. We didn't meet until he taught Advanced Potions."

"You're in love with him," Ron said.

Inus nodded. "I'm not worthy of his love. I was a sickly child, spineless, afraid of my own shadow. My mother was told when I was four that I would be lucky to live to my fifth birthday. Each year, I surprised my mum by reaching my next birthday. The medi-wizards refused to treat me claiming I was only a squib, and the muggles had me on their waiting lists, treating each emergency by putting a bandage over the wound. I remember how my mum cried when I received my letter. She feared that I would die in this draughty old castle."

"Harry, I'm listening." Ron wondered if he was still Harry.

Inus couldn't answer that. He didn't want his friends to know that he could read minds. "When I was sorted in Ravenclaw, I feared those steps everyday. It would take most of breakfast for me get my breath, so I could enjoy my meal. One day I couldn't make up the stairs. Mrs. Flitwick showed me a shortcut to her apartment. On the days that I couldn't walk to class she tutored me."

"Couldn't Madame Pomfrey heal you?" Ron asked.

"She couldn't repair my heart; she did the best she could. I know my medical problems don't excuse me from getting messed up with Lord Voldemort. I had no excuse other than fear. Plain garden variety fear. I shake just thinking about him. Please, forgive me."

"Are you still Harry?"

"I have his magic, his soul," Inus said. "I'm not worthy of his gifts. Poppy says that Harry's magic pulled the fragments of my heart together and now my heart is healthy. I used to dream about being about to play with the other boys."

"Why don't we go outside and toss a ball?"

Inus sat on his bed. "I've played Frisbee and catch with Sirius at least a hundred times."

Ron changed into his casual clothes. "You didn't remember that you couldn't do it."

"You aren't angry."

"I'm happy you remember."

"Don't tell the other blokes." Inus unbuttoned his waistcoat and removed his tie. "I had felt like I lost sixteen years of my life. Now, I remember my years at Hogwarts. I remember what it was like to be a pitiful sickly boy and can compare it to the memories of Harry's first year. The memory of Harry's short life is so precious to me. I'll never forget that you were my best friend." Suddenly, Inus realised he couldn't remember being Harry. His first year with Ron, his life with the Dursleys was gone - only fragments remained - memories that Inus made connections to while in this body, and, therefore, stored in his brain.

The universe must be self-correcting; thus, he could only remember being one person at a time. All his memories of memories during the last three years were still safe. He remembered Ron seeing him at St. Mungos - Ron standing by the door, unsure about approaching him and the memories connected to that. He was a different Ron Weasley than the youngest Weasley boy in his class - the little brother of those horrible twins. As long as he had memories of memories he wouldn't forget.

Ron asked, "So why were you wearing your professor clothes?"

"I spoke to Dumbledore about remembering, half expecting him to have me taken off to Azkaban."

"You aren't responsible for what happened before you, Harry, entered this body," said Ron. "Dumbledore is a loon, but even he knows that."

"I feel responsible for everything," Inus admitted.

"That proves you're Harry," said Ron. "Quirrell used people. He even tried to use You-Know-Who. You have a conscience."

"I always had a conscience." Inus recalled telling Harry that Lord Voldemort taught him the right and wrong didn't matter and only power mattered. He remembered that night mostly as Harry. Quirrell's memories were clouded by the pain caused by his massive heart attack and Harry's touch burning his flesh. "I had chosen not to listen to it."

"Same difference," said Ron.

Inus pointed to his chest. "Harry's soul is in here. I'll always be a ghoul living in a previously dead body. Remus says I'm alive for a reason - one unnatural creature to another."

"Uh?" Ron sat beside him.

"Hermione didn't tell you." Inus put his face in his hands. Gone were the days where he, Ron and Hermione shared everything. The three of them were going their separate ways. Next year, Ron would return to being Quidditch Captain. He became captain at the end of their third year, and then Quidditch was cancelled this year. Ron had been waiting over a year to captain this first game. Hermione had her elf rights thing. And Inus was teaching.

Ron said, "Tell me what?"

"It isn't my secret to share," said Inus. "Ask Remus."

Ron and Inus located Sirius playing Frisbee with Fang. Sirius was wearing only a tee shirt, jeans, socks and trainers although the March air was rather cold.

Inus smiled at Sirius. "How are you?"

"Good," Sirius said. "Miss Kathy says she can help me understand my condition. She can help me learn ways to better cope with strangers."

"People other than myself and Remus," said Inus.

"And Miss Kathy," added Sirius.

"I'm glad that you no longer feel powerless," Ron said.

"Sirius sees the world differently than most people. In order to process language and other abstract thought, most people need to ignore the background noise. The human mind tends to focus on the task at hand and not see anything outside our normal expectations. That is why muggles will believe almost any excuse other than believe magic exists," Inus said.

"Don't go into professor mode?" Ron said.

"Anyway. Muggles have been showed a game of basketball and a woman in a gorilla suit walks across the court. More than half won't see the woman in the gorilla suit. It doesn't get processed. In using our minds, we miss many details of the world around us," Inus said. "Sirius sees the details. His senses focus on the stuff that we normally ignore. He can be fascinated by a detail that the rest of us take for granted. Bright lights, loud sounds, any change in his environment is frightening for him."

"Is this due to him spending all that time as a dog?" Ron asked. "Or is it due to being in Azkaban?"

"It doesn't matter the cause," Inus said.

"Maybe, you should go into therapy," Ron said.

"A few trips to the library and you would sound like an expert," Inus teased.

"Let's play," Ron said.

After a few minutes of playing catch, Ron got bored. Inus put a hand on Sirius's shoulder to be certain he had his attention. "Let's take a walk around the lake."

"Sure." Sirius took Inus's hand.

"Do you want me to pet you?" Inus asked.

Sirius nodded.

"Remus doesn't want you to change into a dog."

Sirius nodded, again.

"Siri, you don't have to remain human all the time."

"I like being a dog."

Inus let go of Sirius's hand and looked at the man sitting on the ground, leaning on his hands. Sirius changed into his animal form. "Snuffles, we both have to accept our limitations." Inus didn't care if Sirius was listening as they walked around the lake. Inus had so much to say and it didn't truly matter if anyone was listening.

Later that day, Sirius walked with Inus to the post office to deliver his letter with the correct number of stamps. Aunt Petunia wouldn't receive a letter delivered by owl. Inus expected no response. He would never even know if the letter arrived. He wrote his letter; it was in God's hands.