A/N: Just wanted to explain a few things from the last chapter. If you're upset about Cho and Harry, don't worry, I have more planned for the two of them (though I admit I might have made her more of a dramatic character than she was in the series). As for Krum, I kind of felt like Hermione might avoid him a bit after he got Harry in trouble since they're best friends, but I also did want one of the contestants to have another parent sent down instead of Harry being the only one. As for Cho and Cedric? You'll find out :) Keep up the feedback, it's very helpful!

Despite Harry's personal change in heart about the taunting, Malfoy was not quick to let him forget what a pathetic child he was. He sought him out during lunch, dinner, and breaks, determined to make his life miserable even if all the other students had grown tired of the original joke.

It was only because Sirius had advised him not to give into Malfoy's taunting that Harry hadn't attempted to hex him; he felt he owed it to his father to behave after all that had happened. A few weeks after the task, however, things got out of hand, even by Sirius's standards.

The Slytherin's and Gryffindor's had been in Care and Keeping of Magical Creatures with Hagrid when Malfoy had begun to insult Harry. Hagrid had, of course, gone to Harry's defense and gave Malfoy a detention for his bullying.

"What an oaf!" Draco huffed angrily as he narrowly avoided the fire being shot at him by one of the blast-ended skrewts.

"Hush up, Malfoy." Harry said icily, tired of his taunting and definitely not appreciating his anger being thrown at Hagrid.

"Oh look at Potter being brave! I'd be careful, daddy won't always be around to save you." Draco said with a mischievous look, the other slytherin's snickering at his comment.

Hermione grabbed Harry's shoulder and pulled him back to where their skrewt was. "Harry don't listen to him, he's not worth it."

"This is coming from the girl that socked Malfoy in the face last year?" Harry asked, brightening up a little at the memory.

Hermione tried to put on a scolding expression, but her resolve softened. "You know what I mean, Harry. Sirius would not be happy if he heard you fought Malfoy."

"He'd understand," Harry mumbled, attempting to feed their skrewt.

"Regardless," Hermione huffed, turning back to their project but not pushing Harry further.

After class the trio walked back towards the castle on their way to lunch. Once inside, Harry reached for his wand, only to find it wasn't in his holster that Sirius and Remus had given him. "Guys, I think I left my wand. I'll be back."

He was almost out of the corridor towards Hagrid's hut when he felt a strong pull backwards. His stomach lurched - he was really hungry for lunch, but realized immediately that wasn't why he felt sick.

"Petrificus totalus!" Malfoy yelled, causing Harry to go stiff. "I tried to warn you, Potter, where's daddy now? Oh, and I'll be keeping this. You really shouldn't leave your wand by your skrewts, you know. Anyone could grab it during class." He smirked and threw Harry into the closet, but not before using some type of cutting hex on his chest. Harry could smell his blood soaking through his robes and his stomach lurched again, but he couldn't do a thing - he was frozen. "Oh, before I forget," Malfoy said in his slow drawl. "Obliviate."

With that, he locked the door to leave Harry to bleed out.


"Remus, why isn't Harry in here?" Sirius asked during lunch, looking to the empty seat beside Ron.

"I'm not sure, Sirius. Maybe ask Hagrid? I think he had his class last, right?" Remus asked, also looking confused.

"Hey Hagrid, you haven't seen my son have you?" Sirius asked as Hagrid passed. He couldn't help but notice the smug look on the Slytherin fourth year's faces or Malfoy's dramatic display of a boy going stiff.

"No, Sirius, 'e left with Hermione 'n Ron as far as I know." Hagrid said with a shrug, turning to go to his seat and eat.

A bad feeling manifested itself in the pit of his stomach and Sirius stood immediately to walk to Hermione and Ron. When he got there, Hermione was talking before he could even mention Harry.

"Sirius, Harry's missing!" Hermione exclaimed, worry claiming her features.

"I see that," Sirius said, becoming significantly more worried, since his friends seemed to be concerned as well. "When was the last time you saw him?"

"We were in Care of Magical Creatures and Malfoy started taunting him, but he ignored him because he knew you would be disappointed if he tried to fight. Then while we were walking back to lunch, Harry realized his wand wasn't in his holster so he ran back to Hagrid's cabin to get it. We haven't seen him since!" Hermione exclaimed, shooting a disapproving look to Ron who was stuffing his face, despite his best mate missing.

Sirius looked back at the Slytherin table, where Malfoy was continuing his charade of mocking what he assumed to be Harry. "I think I know where he might be," Sirius growled, walking away from the Gryffindor table and over to the Slytherin's.

"Mr. Malfoy, do you know where I might find my son?" Sirius said in a deathly cold voice.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, professor." Malfoy said, smirking.

"Oh, I think you do, Mr. Malfoy. If I find that any harm has come to my boy, any at all-"

"You'll what?" Malfoy challenged, grinning wildly. "You can't do anything to me because you have no proof that I even laid a hand on ickle baby Potter."

Sirius growled but held himself back, willing to keep hold of his temper. "Oh, believe me, Malfoy, I can. You're not the only pureblood here, and though I denounce the name, I am in fact the Lord to an extremely powerful wizarding family - and if I find that you've attacked my heir, then your father might run into some political troubles, among other things."

Malfoy looked taken aback at the threat, but his features turned angry immediately. Sirius walked briskly away before the boy could say anything, intending to find Harry and make sure he was safe. He had an inclination that Malfoy had been involved, but surely another student wouldn't bring too much harm to one of their peers? He could only hope…


"Where's the Potter boy now, Wormtail? Did Crouch's plan work?" Voldemort hissed to his servant.

"Y-yes, master. Crouch used the imperius on young Malfoy and he has disposed of him in a cupboard. He's been obliviated and he's weak." Pettigrew whispered, insides twisting in fear.

"Good… the boy needs to stay that way until the third task, it will make our job easier if he's weak. I trust that Crouch will do his service to me."

Hundreds of miles away, a young boy's scar burned, but he couldn't do anything about it because he was frozen stiff.


When Harry hadn't returned for dinner, the staff went into a panic. It was clear that he wasn't in his dorm or common room, and he hadn't attended his remaining classes of the day. Teachers and students alike knew that this wasn't like him and most set out to scouring classrooms and hidden spaces in search of the boy-who-lived.

None, however, were as worried as Sirius Black; he was many things, but patient was not one of his qualities. He needed to find Harry and find him soon, or he would never forgive himself. He had promised to protect him and yet Harry had been attacked so easily - right under his nose. He had many suspicions on who he thought would attack his son the past year, but surprisingly, Malfoy hadn't been one of them. After all, he was still a boy, and he couldn't imagine him being a Death Eater at such a young age; however, family ties ran deep, no one knew that better than Sirius. Malfoy had grown up with his pure-blooded maniac of a cousin after all, surely he would hold their principles to high esteem.

He shook himself out of his thoughts then sped on through the hallways, using his animagus senses to sniff out any sort of trail of his son.


Moody clunked through the hallway, using his magical eye to look in broom cupboards and hidden passageways. Finally, he reached the one; he saw Potter, lying petrified in the cupboard and bleeding.

"Aye, Potter. You've given us quite a scare. Enervate." Moody grumbled, watching as Harry gasped and then passed out due to blood loss. "Alright, best get you to the hospital wing."


"Sirius, let me search. You're exhausted, you've been looking non-stop since lunch. You won't be any good to Harry if you're too tired to move." Remus said, putting a hand on his friend's shoulder. "He's my responsibility too, have a little faith in me."

Sirius sighed desperately before turning his attention to Remus. "I do have faith in you, but I can't just rest when I don't know where my child is. I'm worried sick, and I know Malfoy knows more than he's letting on."

Before Remus could reply, McGonagall came running down the corridor towards them. "SIRIUS, REMUS! WE'VE FOUND HIM!"

Both men leapt into action. "WHERE?" They both shouted, eager to find him.

McGonagall was breathing heavy from rushing, but her face took one of solemnity as she faced her two previous students. "There's bad news - he's in the hospital wing. Whoever it was cut him with a hex, looks like fairly dark magic. If he had been left too much longer, he might have bled out."

Sirius face took one of contorted rage and he made to run to the hospital wing, only to be grabbed by McGonagall. "What? I need to see him!"

"Sirius, there's one more thing you should know… Madam Pomfrey is a bit worried about his mental health. She did a diagnostic spell and- he's been obliviated, but it was done poorly. You know how dangerous that can be without an official obliviator performing it. For all we know a student could have done it. We won't know how bad his brain's damaged until he wakes up." McGonagall mumbled, tears in her eyes.

Sirius looked at her helplessly before turning to Moony, as if begging him to jump out from behind them and say "april fools!" His face mirrored Sirius, and Sirius let out a dry sob before attempting to regain his composure and running off to the hospital wing. Remus thanked McGonagall and ran after him, praying that their boy wasn't permanently injured.


He felt a consistent, dull throb in his head. He heard voices but didn't recognize any of them. He was frightened, scared to open his eyes and find himself in danger. He let out a small whimper and the voices surrounding him immediately hushed. He heard what sounded like footsteps and the room got eerily quiet.

"Harry?" A gentle voice asked. It was a man's voice, but it didn't sound familiar; however, it also wasn't threatening, so taking a leap of faith, he opened his eyes and looked. A handsome man with long, black hair and kind blue-grey eyes was looking at him with anticipation, as if he'd been waiting to talk to him for years.

He wasn't sure what this man would want with him, but he seemed nice enough that he could ask him a question. "Harry? Is that… my name?"

The man's face immediately fell, but he nodded. "Yes, that's your name. You don't remember…"

"Sorry," Harry said, getting a little more comfortable with his surroundings. It looked as if he was in a hospital of sorts, but he wasn't sure where exactly. There was a nurse in the corner tending to a young kid with a broken arm, but other than him and the man beside Harry, the room seemed to be empty. "Where am I?"

"You're at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in the hospital wing to be exact. Do you recall… well, anything?"

Harry shook his head slowly. Everything was foggy - he tried his best to think back to the last time he was awake and faint memories came to mind. "Well, I guess I remember a few things. I remember a green light, though I'm not sure from where. I remember a large, fat man, not sure who he is either. And… I…" Harry looked at the man carefully before deciding that he did in fact look familiar. "I kind of remember you. I'm afraid I don't know your name though. How old am I?"

"My name is Sirius, Harry. And you're fourteen and a half this month." Sirius said, looking extremely sad.

"I can tell you're upset," Harry said, disturbed that the man seemed to dislike talking to him so much. "Why?"

"Well… It's complicated Harry, but I'm your father… well, legally at least, but we'll talk about that later. You've lived with me the past six months and we've spent a lot of time together, but… well, you were injured today and I don't think you remember me. That's why I'm upset, I didn't want anything to happen to you." Sirius said, giving the boy a sad smile. Even after being obliviated, Harry was his caring and kind self. Sirius was going to kill whoever did this to his boy.

"Pardon me, sir, but if you're my father, how come I've only lived with you for six months?" Harry asked, relieved to hear that he was related to this nice man, but also thoroughly confused.

"Well, that's the complicated part I suppose," Sirius said, chuckling bitterly. "I'll explain it to you, but do you mind if I get the nurse? She should probably examine you and make sure everything's okay."

Harry nodded and Sirius walked over to Madam Pomfrey. "He's awake, but he doesn't know anything about who he is. He said he faintly remembered me and his uncle… and apparently the night his parents died. Other than that, he's completely lost. Is there anyway we can know if this is permanent?"

Madam Pomfrey gave Sirius a sad look and shook her head. "I'll check his vitals and see if I can see how extensive the damage is - but this is why people must train to become obliviators! Brain damage can seldom be fixed with magic, things can go horribly wrong. If he's only lost his memory, I would venture to say we were pretty lucky. But I will check - as for the memory, that will probably need to either be relearned or… well, we can hope that it will come back on its own, but it's unlikely. As for the cuts and blood loss, I've completely corrected that. He just needs blood replenishing potion every once in a while and he'll be back to normal soon."

Sirius sat down on a nearby chair and put his face in his hands. He had taken the last six months and devoted his life to Harry and now he didn't even remember any of it; the two of them had come so far, Harry had finally started calling him dad. It just wasn't fair, his boy didn't deserve any of this. He let out a dry sob, only to be shushed by Madam Pomfrey.

"The brain damage fortunately isn't very extensive, although I'm not holding out hope on his memory returning. The best we can do is give him a week off from class to allow him to get reaccustomed to everything, and then hope he learns quickly from there," She placed a hand on Sirius's shoulder and looked at him with sad eyes. "I'm sorry I can't offer you anything else, Sirius. Just make him as comfortable as possible, surround him with familiar things, and give him the love you usually do. It will get better. I've given the boy dreamless sleep, feel free to move him to your quarters. I hate to say it, but he probably doesn't need to be in public for a while… I can't believe he was attacked right within the castle walls!"

Sirius attempted to pull himself together and walked back to where Harry was sleeping. He lifted the boy into his arms and repressed yet another sob before walking back to his quarters. Once he had tucked Harry into bed in his room, he sat on the couch to wait on Remus, who was talking to the Headmaster about their suspicions of Draco. He silently started crying - crying for the boy that had experienced so much negativity and yet deserved it the least. Sirius silently begged the heavens to allow Harry's memory to return when he woke up.

Not my Harry, please.