A/N: Two posts in one night! This idea came to me out of nowhere tonight and I loved it so much I couldn't stop writing. So here it is! Will Harry get his memory back? Keep up the feedback! Thanks!
The next morning Harry woke up in a completely different place than where he remembered falling asleep. His first instinct was to panic; however, the room was oddly familiar and comforting - like he had been here before and enjoyed his stay.
Slowly, he picked himself up out of bed. He noticed he was wearing a pair of pajamas that he hadn't seen yet. They had little snitches on them floating around - Harry thought it was odd. He didn't remember ever really liking quidditch as a sport, but then again, he couldn't remember anything.
Harry moved over to his dresser and pulled out a red t-shirt and jeans. He got dressed then walked outside to find the man from the night before and a new man sitting at a table in the middle of the room. He cleared his throat to get there attention, still a little nervous about the strange situation.
"Harry!" The man from the night before- Sirius?- exclaimed, motioning him to join them at the table.
"Er- hi." Harry said quietly, taking a place at the table.
The new man looked at him with a smile, but also a pained expression. "How do you feel?" He asked, and Sirius looked at him as well.
Harry thought for a second… how did he feel? He was very confused and sore. He finally found the word that best described him at the moment: "lost." He said simply.
Both men shared a sad look before turning back to him. "You still don't remember anything?" Sirius asked gently.
Harry shook his head. "I mean, I remember what you said yesterday… that you're my legal father. What does that mean anyway?"
Sirius sighed; he looked even more upset than he had the night before and Harry had the odd feeling that it was because of him. "Harry, I wanted to wait and see if you got your memory back before I told you this, but I guess we might as well get it over with. Your biological parents died when you were a baby. They were murdered by a terrible man, but you stopped him. No one knows how you did, but the man died that night and hasn't really been heard from since. There's obviously a lot more to the story, I'll clue you in over time. Anyway, I was your biological father's best friend - we were like brothers. And, in the case that anything should happen to them, they asked me to take care of you; they made me your godfather."
Harry looked thoughtful at the explanation, as if the idea of his parents being murdered didn't phase him - that scared Sirius a bit. "Last night you said you were my father though."
"Right, well, when your parents were killed, I was actually framed for a crime I didn't commit. I was in prison for twelve years, and I escaped last year to check on you. Once I got my name cleared, I became your legal guardian and you moved in with me and away from your relatives that you grew up with - you said you… remembered your uncle." Sirius looked pained to remind him of that.
"That fat man? A little, just what he looks like." Harry said with a shrug.
"Well, they didn't treat you right, Harry. They treated you badly, so I took you… and from what I could tell you really liked living with me. So, I adopted you officially. That's why you're my legal son… I'm just not your actual biological father. Before you lost your memory, that didn't matter to you though; we always said we were as good as father and son."
Harry nodded thoughtfully. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll call you dad. It just doesn't seem right to me."
Sirius felt his heart clench at that, but he nodded nonetheless; he had to force himself to be patient with Harry and hope that his boy would remember him soon enough. Remus reached out and squeezed his shoulder, and then Harry turned to him. "Pardon me, but who are you?"
Remus smiled at Harry again. "I'm Remus Lupin, Harry, I was another one of your biological father's friends. I'm a partial guardian of your's, in the event that something were to happen to Sirius, I'd have visitation rights to you and what not."
Harry nodded, accepting this explanation. "Okay… so then, you mentioned Hogwarts last night. What's that exactly? I remember a bit about wizards but… I don't see what that has to do with me."
Remus and Sirius spent the majority of the following days reminding Harry of everything they knew about his life. They pulled out the photo album Sirius had given Harry for Christmas and showed him all the photos in it - from his baby pictures to the more recent one's of the three of them at their home this past summer. Sirius gave Harry his summer letters from Ron and Hermione and soon brought them in to visit him as well. Despite this, nothing seemed to be working. It had been almost a week since Harry had lost his memory and he still seemed as confused as the first time he woke up after being attacked.
Once they had been sure Harry's strength had returned, they took him out to walk around the grounds, hoping the familiar sites would trigger some type of memory. None of it seemed to work, Harry just gazed out at the scene with a glossy expression. The biggest disappointment came when Sirius took him out to the quidditch pitch and told him to try riding on his firebolt. Harry had shot up in the air with ease, which Sirius had expected; he may have lost his memories, but Harry's natural athletic talent couldn't be taken from him. However, when Harry had returned to the ground he had a frightened facial expression.
"Harry? What's wrong?" Sirius asked, alarmed at how scared his son seemed.
"Just… don't make me do that again, I hated it." Harry said, handing him back the broomstick and walking towards the castle.
If Quidditch, one of Harry's favorite things in the world, couldn't bring back any memories, Sirius knew it was a lost cause. Harry would have to relearn everything - and it would need to be quick, he still had one more task to complete before this blasted tournament would be over.
Sirius felt like dropping to his knees and crying right there; of course, he knew he couldn't. He had to be strong for his son. But Harry would start class again tomorrow, and Sirius couldn't help but be worried sick for him. Sure, Ron and Hermione had promised not to let him out of their sight again, but he had a bad feeling about it all. Surely if Harry couldn't remember how much he loved flying, he wouldn't be able to remember any of the spells he had learned the past three and a half years. Sirius sighed and followed his son back to the castle, feeling as if a dementor was slowly sucking out his own soul.
The next morning Harry woke up in the bedroom in Sirius's quarters. He remembered Sirius saying he was expected to be at class today; he didn't know why, but he was a little worried. The way Sirius and Remus had described it, Hogwarts wasn't just a typical school; not to mention, Harry had no recollection of what he had learned the past four years.
The morning started out decent; Harry went to Sirius's class, and he helped him get caught up on some of the first year charms he had forgotten while everyone else continued their work on exploding charms. Harry's wand had not been retrieved, so he had to use an old one of Dumbledore's for the time being, which was making him a lot slower at learning the spells than he normally would have been.
Following this class, Ron and Hermione stuck close by Harry, and they went to Care of Magical Creatures. Hagrid was alarmed when Harry didn't remember him at all, and cried to Hermione afterward about the "poor lad," while Ron took Harry to the Great Hall for lunch.
Nothing really exciting occurred until after lunch, when Ron, Harry, and Hermione were walking to transfiguration together. Malfoy walked up with a smirk on his face. "Ickle baby Potter, got your memory back then?"
Harry looked surprised. "Who are you?"
Malfoy himself looked shocked, but carried on with his taunting. "Awh, poor baby can't even remember his own name probably. Pathetic, Potter, can't even-"
"Mr. Malfoy, I'm going to need to ask you to leave Mr. Potter alone." Sirius said, his voice deathly quiet.
"Or what?" Malfoy asked maliciously, still basking in the fact that he hadn't been caught attacking Harry; granted, he couldn't quite remember exactly what possessed him to do so, but nonetheless, Potter seemed fine overall.
Sirius's face held no humor. "Detention, tonight, my office. Understood?"
Malfoy scowled at him, but remembering the threat from the week before from the charms professor, walked away before he pushed his luck.
Harry stared after him. "I… I don't get it. Why was he so mean?"
Hermione and Ron both looked surprised, but Sirius gave Harry a sad smile. "Not all of us are nice people, Harry. I'll see you this afternoon, try to stay out of trouble."
Sirius walked away, still upset at how distant Harry was with him. All Sirius had wanted was to wrap Harry in his arms and hug him, but Harry would barely look him in the eye. Sirius had been upset when Harry was intentionally ignoring him a week or so ago before the second task, but at least then Sirius had known (deep down) that Harry would get over it and come back to him. Now… well, Sirius had no idea where he stood with Harry. Harry didn't think he was good enough to be his father anymore since they weren't biologically related and he had no recollection of their time together - this broke Sirius's heart the most. Harry couldn't remember why Sirius, a man that had chosen to take him in, meant so much to him; all he knew was that his actual father was dead. In his mind, this meant he was an orphan and didn't need Sirius. Sirius had expressed this often to Moony and had cried more in this week alone than he could remember in his life. He was still secretly hoping that somehow Harry would get his memory back.
If Harry was confused about Malfoy's behavior, he was downright shocked in potions the next day. Snape had acted like his usual self, bullying the majority of the Gryffindor's for no reason; however, Harry didn't remember his usual behavior, and was taken aback when Snape completely got rid of his entire potion.
"Hey!" Harry yelled angrily. "What did you do that for, sir? I was still working on it."
Snape looked slightly taken aback at Harry's outburst; the kid normally just brooded when he messed with him. Regardless, he kept his voice at his usual cold drawl. "It was a despicable excuse for a potion, Mr. Potter."
"What was wrong with it?" Harry asked incredulously, not understanding his professor's behavior.
Snape frowned, "twenty points from Gryffindor for questioning me."
"W-what?" Harry asked, completely shocked, ignoring the glares his classmates were sending him.
"We'll make it thirty, since you don't seem to know when to shut your mouth, Mr. Potter." Snape said, a malicious smile crossing his features.
With that, Harry stormed out of the room to find Sirius, completely confused about this crazy school and the people he was meeting.
"SNIVELLUS!" Sirius yelled, practically running down to the dungeons the following evening. "How dare you?"
Snape gave Sirius a terrible glare and Sirius fleetingly thought if looks could kill. "What do you want, Black?"
"How dare you treat Harry like that today? He's ill, Snape. That's low, even for you." Sirius spat out.
"It is not your business how I run my classroom." Snape drawled out, narrowing his eyes as Sirius clenched his fists.
"But it is my business when you treat my son terribly. I know sometimes I see him as his father and that's my mistake, but Harry is not James. Just because you hated James doesn't mean you have any right to take it out on his son. Harry is a kid, he had nothing to do with how we treated you or how you treated us. What happened in class today should have shown you that! He was completely respectable to you and you bullied him, just like you do to every child that isn't in your precious house." Sirius said, raging.
"Get out of here, Black, I don't have time for your childish games." Snape said, drawing his wand and aiming it at Sirius.
Sirius drew his as well and they stared at one another for what felt like an eternity. Finally, Sirius lowered his and gave Snape a loathing glare. "Just leave my son alone, or you'll hear worse from me."
"I'm quivering," Snape spat as Sirius turned to leave. Sirius rolled his eyes and left to find Harry, hating how upset he had been after his stupid potions class, and hating, more than anything, that the boy couldn't remember how he had been before that dreadful day almost two weeks ago.
The rest of the week passed by normally, and Harry seemed to be slightly less tense with his circumstances. He was starting to get his bearings, and Madam Pomfrey said that that was a good sign, and that hopefully Harry would be back to his usual self in a year's time. Sirius didn't want to wait a year though; he missed his smart, kind, and brave son, and wanted more than anything to have that boy back.
He missed hugging his son, missed flying with him on the weekends, and missed more than anything the easy way he had called him "dad" after the second task of the tournament.
And then there was still the blasted tournament - Harry would still have to compete, despite basically being back at a first year level of magic. Sirius's heart was aching and he fleetingly thought that if it had meant that Harry wouldn't have to endure so much pain, he would have stayed in Azkaban for thirty more years, all for his boy to be happy.
