A/N: So I've had a few people ask me to keep Harry's amnesia for a while in the story - you might be mad at me! Trust me, I have ulterior motives for Harry's attack, you'll see soon. Also I have mixed up a few curses and counter curses, so I apologize for that, I'll try and go back through to fix those. Keep up the feedback!

"We've got to tell him, Moony. He's at the level of a first year and the wand Dumbledore gave him is not helping matters. He needs to know how hard he has to train for this last task. He needs to know his life depends on it!" Sirius exclaimed desperately.

The two friends were sitting in Remus's quarters that morning, since it was Friday and neither of them had morning classes. The following Monday would make two weeks since Harry's accident and his memory was not improving.

"I know, Sirius and I don't disagree. Albus is looking into obliviation to be sure there's nothing we can do for his memory. I just don't want to stress Harry out right now when there's a chance that we can restore his memory." Remus said with a sigh.

Sirius put his face in his hands. "This is bad, Moony. And we can't even accuse Malfoy for doing it!"

"If he really did it, he was smart about it. Obliviating the only witness… if he's caught he could be thrown in Azkaban for that."

"They won't," Sirius said with a look of distaste. "Not with Lucius being as highly ranked in the ministry as he is. If he's caught he probably wouldn't even be expelled."

"Well, the public is furious," Remus said, matter-of-factly. "They hate to think that their savior was attacked at his school. You saw the article Rita Skeeter wrote, right?"

"What? You mean the one where she denounced me as a parent and Albus as a headmaster for letting him be attacked?" Sirius said coldly.

"Well yes, but the public isn't so concerned with that. They care more about whether Harry will be alright - he's the chosen one, after all. If it comes to light that Malfoy did this, then the minister will be in a fairly tight position - lose Lucius or lose his job." Remus said quietly.

Sirius looked thoughtful. "You know, you're right; regardless, I hope Malfoy doesn't try anymore tricks. Sure, it would get him in huge trouble, but the public is also demanding that they revoke custody of Harry from me for letting him get attacked."

"That's not your fault, Sirius, you work here. You can't physically watch him every second of the day. Half the people saying these things are at home right now while their child runs around this school unattended entirely. They're hypocrites, no one can revoke your custody." Remus said, putting a hand on Sirius's shoulder.

Sirius huffed. "I've been getting the feeling lately that Harry doesn't even want to live with me anymore…"

"Sirius, stop. He's not in his right mind, he's ill. You know that. Besides, he hasn't come out and said that, has he?" Remus asked, slightly worried. He knew Harry was distant with Sirius, but he figured it was just because he couldn't remember all that the two of them had been through.

"No, I guess not. He just won't even talk to me - it's like I'm his annoying roommate or something." Sirius said, frowning.

"Maybe try talking to him tonight? Explain why he called you dad before, it might help him with his memory to be reminded of how much you care for him." Remus suggested.

Sirius nodded. "Yeah, I'll probably ask him after dinner. Thanks Moony."

Remus smiled at his friend before they both got up to go prepare for their classes.


"Well well, if it isn't the daddy's boy." Draco drawled out on the way to transfiguration.

"Why do you keep saying that?" Harry asked, looking disgusted at this strange blonde boy that wouldn't leave him alone. "I don't have a dad, mine died."

Hermione and Ron gave each other a sad look and Draco appeared surprised. "Wait, Potter… what? I'm talking about Professor Black."

"Sirius? He's not my dad, he's just a guardian. Don't be daft." Harry said with a shrug, walking on through the corridor ahead of them.

"Just leave him alone, Malfoy, you've done enough already." Hermione threatened, following Harry quickly so as to not leave him by himself. Ron went to follow her but felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Weasley… I really didn't do it… I mean, I remember... but I don't think I did." Draco mumbled, kind of shocked about how badly injured Harry was.

"Malfoy, you aren't making sense. Just leave him alone, or you'll hear from us." Ron said, giving him a dirty look before following Harry and Hermione.

The truth was, Draco remembered casting the spells on Harry and locking him in the closet - it had almost seemed right at the time, but he couldn't remember ever actually having the motivation to attack him; it's as if someone had taken over his mind entirely for those few minutes.

Sure, Draco wasn't unhappy about the circumstances; he didn't need to be, his enemy was so out of it, he could barely perform a basic levitating charm. However, Draco couldn't shake off the guilty feeling, no matter how much his father praised him for his behavior, that he had seriously injured someone that hadn't done anything wrong.


"Excuse me, Sirius. Can I ask you something?" Harry said that evening when he had returned to Sirius's quarters.

"Of course, pup, what's got you down?" Sirius asked with a smile, scooting over on the couch.

Harry looked at him funny and Sirius realized what he had said. "Sorry, that was a nickname I had for you before… anyway, it's okay. Ask away." He mumbled sheepishly, still trying to keep a happy demeanor.

"That weird blonde kid keeps calling me a daddy's boy… but I don't get it? I don't have a dad." Harry said, sitting down on the couch beside Sirius, but keeping his distance.

Sirius attempted to tighten his features, but he was sure some of his sadness was slipping through. "Harry… he's saying that because you used to call me dad. We spent a lot of time together before your attack."

"But you aren't my dad," Harry said innocently, still not understanding. "I know you look out for me and I stay with you, but isn't that where it should end if you aren't my real parent?"

"Not necessarily, Harry. You mean a lot to me, it's always been that way, even when you were a baby." Sirius said gently, trying to convey the meaning to Harry.

"I just… don't feel that way." Harry said, clearly confused. He didn't understand why this man cared so much for him when he couldn't remember who he was at all. Sirius looked stricken at his words. "Why are you upset?" Harry asked, noticing this immediately.

Sirius bit back tears in his eyes and tried to smile. "It's nothing, Harry. I just… I hate that this happened to you. I know you feel lost."

Harry nodded. "I wish I could remember my parents. Could I remember them before I lost my memory?"

Sirius, if possible, looked even more upset at that. "No, you couldn't. I'm sorry, Harry."

"Oh," was Harry's simple response. "So I'm just alone then? No parents or anything?"

"You definitely aren't alone. You have Remus and me, and we're your family." Sirius said gently, putting a hand on his son's shoulder.

"No you aren't," Harry said, still holding a tone of apathy. "You aren't my dad and neither is he, you guys never will be."

Sirius was shocked; Harry, despite not remembering it now, had said this once before, right before the Second Task. This time though, he actually meant it. The lack of emotion in his words told Sirius that; Harry really couldn't ever imagine a time in which he loved Sirius or Remus, in which they were his family. "Right," he finally choked out. "But you aren't alone, Harry. We're here for you regardless, and… we'll figure this memory thing out."

Harry seemed pleased with Sirius's answer because he nodded and got up to go to his room. "Right. Night then."

Once Sirius was sure Harry was in his room, he mumbled "night, son," and let the tears he'd been holding in fall. Sirius Black was not one to cry, but this reminded him of a night thirteen years ago, the night his world fell apart. It was as if his world was falling apart all over again, except this time he wasn't losing his brother. This time he was losing the boy who felt like a son, and it hurt just as much as it had that night so many years ago.


Sirius had stayed up half the night with Remus, telling him about what Harry had said and worrying about what this condition meant for the future. By three in the morning, Remus had finally convinced Sirius that he needed sleep so that he could be well-rested for Harry, but that didn't stop either of them from waking up early the next morning to continue their conversation. They hushed themselves immediately when they heard Harry walk out of his room around eight in the morning.

"Morning, dad, Moony." Harry said, stretching as he entered the kitchen and sitting down at the table.

Sirius looked up from the Daily Prophet he was pretending to read and gave Harry an incredulous look. Harry just called him dad? That was fast, he seemed very against the idea of anything other than "Sirius" last night.

Remus looked shocked too, but he had a smile on his face. "Good morning, Harry."

Harry smiled back at him, but then looked to Sirius. "What are you looking at, Siri? Take a picture, it'll last longer. Is Dobby bringing up some pancakes?" Harry asked, chuckling at his father's strange expression. He wasn't quite sure why he was in Sirius's quarters this morning - last he remembered, he was going back to Hagrid's cabin for his wand, but this morning he woke up in his bed. His memory had never been fantastic, so he just assumed nothing particularly interesting had happened and he blocked it out.

Sirius took on a bit of a maniacal look. "Harry, what happened in the Second Triwizard Task?"

Harry was caught off-guard. What did Sirius mean? He had been there too.

"Harry, answer me!" Sirius said, looking slightly more crazed.

Harry thought his dad was off his rocker. He turned to talk to Remus. "So he's finally lost it then? Can't say it comes as a shock."

Remus roared with laughter, recognizing immediately that Harry had gotten his memory back. "No, Harry, Sirius is fine… he's just checking… well, what's the last thing you remember?"

Harry thought for a second. "I guess when I lost my wand yesterday and had to go back to Hagrid's cabin to get it? I also remember being hit in the chest pretty hard, but I don't remember any details of that. It's weird, I've never had a great memory, but everything from yesterday is fuzzy. And to answer your question-" Harry said, turning to a still shocked Sirius. "I saved your arse in the second task… as well as Cho and Fleur's sister. And well, I guess you may or may not have kept me from drowning too, that's still up for speculation."

Sirius finally registered what his son was saying and his face broke into a huge grin. "So you remember everything then? From last summer and on?"

"Of course I do, dad, I'm not some old man like you that-" Harry started, interrupted by a bone-crushing hug from Sirius. "Oi, gerrof!" Harry mumbled against Sirius's chest, weakly attempting to push him away. Remus was laughing in the background and Sirius pulled back to look at Harry, still beaming.

It was Harry's turn to look incredulous. "Merlin, Siri, what's up with you this morning? You sure he's alright, Moony?"

Sirius was a little choked up, but still managed to keep smiling as he said, "I'm alright, Harry. In fact, I would daresay I've never been better."

Harry still looked at him wearily. "Good to hear… I'll leave you two to talking, don't want to be late for class…"

"Actually, Harry," Remus spoke up, trying to breathe through his mirth at Harry thinking his father had gone crazy. "It's Saturday."

Harry looked at Remus like he had grown a second head. "Saturday? Yesterday was Monday though! I had your class," he said, turning back to Sirius, who was giving his son a sad smile.

"Well… maybe you should sit down, Harry, we need to clear up some things for you." Sirius said sheepishly, putting his hands on Harry's shoulders and gently lowering him onto the chair he had just vacated.

The two explained to Harry about how he had been attacked almost two weeks prior and had been improperly obliviated. They told him that he hadn't remembered anything hardly, including that Snape and Malfoy hated him. Sirius got a little choked up when he mentioned that Harry barely knew who he was, and Harry was shocked.

"Surely I knew you, I had to! How could I forget my dad?" Harry asked, leaning into Sirius to try and comfort him some.

"You recognized me as a familiar person, but that was about it. You didn't know Moony or well... anyone. Not even Ron and Hermione. It was bad, puppy." Sirius said, wrapping his arm around his son and hugging him.

"And I've really been out of it for two weeks?"

"Yeah, you have Harry. You tried to go to class this week and we did our best to put you in a familiar setting." Remus said with a small smile. "I'm surprised it just all came flooding back to you overnight."

"I'm so happy it did," Sirius mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of Harry's head, who immediately swatted him away with a playful smile.

"Harry," Remus said, gently, needing to talk to him a bit more before he let Sirius and him get too comfortable. "Are you sure you don't remember anything from the day you were attacked? Padfoot and I have our suspicions, but we have no evidence, seeing that you were obliviated. If you know who did this to you, please tell us."

Harry thought hard but shook his head. "Honestly, I don't think I remember… wait, did I get my wand back?"

"We can't really get it if we don't know who to ask," Sirius said, giving his son a sympathetic look.

"I guess I need to search for it then… I won't survive the last task without it." Harry said glumly, still trying to rack his brain for his attacker's face.

"Yeah, and speaking of this tournament," Sirius said strictly, "I'm not letting you out of my sight anymore if I can help it. I'd like for you to sleep in here as much as possible, and if you want to stay in the dorm always keep Ron or Hermione with you. People are getting bolder with their intentions to hurt you, and I can't… no, won't lose you, Harry."

Harry, though a little taken aback at the overprotectiveness for an attack he himself couldn't remember, nodded. "Whatever you say, dad. Would you mind escorting me to the Great Hall then? I'm starving."

Sirius barked a laugh and hugged his son again, thanking his lucky stars that his boy had survived yet another attack and promising himself - and James - that he wouldn't fail Harry again. I'll do right by him, James, I promise.

A/N (again): This might seem like a lame ending to some people, but I promise I didn't just obliviate Harry for no reason! Stay tuned :)