A/N Okay this is currently one of my favorite things I've done with this story. I needed a way for Harry to learn about his past, without getting his memories back. Let me know what you think about what I did...

When James woke up later, he saw two men sitting in his room. One was fairly old, with long silver hair, matched by a long silver beard. The other was younger than the first, but looked like stress had taken years off his life. He was balding, but the hair he had left was red. When James noticed the red hair, he sat up in his bed excitedly.

"You have red hair!" James said happily.

"Yes, and so do you," the man replied with a smile. "They tell us your name is James?"

"Well, it's the name I've been using for the past four years. The young doctor that was in here before told me my name was Harry, however."

"Well which do you prefer we use?" the silver haired man asked.

"Well, let's stick with James for now. I'm going to have to get used to Harry. May I ask who you are?" James thought he saw the man with red hair cringe when he said those words.

"Well, my name is Albus and this is Arthur."

"Did I know you?" James asked curiously.

"Yes, yes you did," Albus responded. "Tell me, do you remember anything about your life?"

"Nothing before four years ago. The doctors told me I had amnesia. The doctors said that they found me just in time."

"When who found you?" Arthur asked.

"I'm sorry, my friend Anna and her family. They found me floating on a piece of wood in the ocean. Fortunately, Anna was a medical student and her father was a doctor, otherwise they said I wouldn't have made it back to shore alive."

"Where have you been living?" Albus asked.

"Alberta, Canada. I came to London to try and figure out who I am. I thought I could live a normal life without knowing, but I was wrong. Apparently there were a lot of things I didn't remember."

"You're handling all of this news surprisingly well," Arthur said gently.

"Well, I'm actually thrilled to find out that I'm a wizard. It explains so many odd things that have happened to me. I know I just found out that I've basically been an orphan my entire life, but knowing nothing is much worse than knowing that."

"Well James, I'm afraid I have to disagree with you," Albus said gently. James looked at him, very confused. "James, why did you color your hair red?"

James grinned at him sheepishly. "You see, I have very vivid dreams. Sometimes they're absolutely terrifying, but most of the time they're wonderful. Once, I even dreamed I was riding a flying motorcycle... Sorry, I got distracted. My point was, I always dream of red. I don't understand what it means, and it often is associated with different feelings, but it's always there. So I just decided to dye my hair red because I figured it had some kind of connection to my past."

"Well then I hold to my earlier disagreement," Albus said with a smile.

"Is talking to him always this confusing?" James asked Arthur.

"It often is," Arthur said laughing.

"What I meant James, is that I believe you do remember things, you just don't realize it. For example, there was a time when you did ride a flying motorcycle. You were only a baby, but it happened."

"What about the red?" James asked quickly.

"Well that is a more complicated explanation," Albus began slowly. "The color red has held much significance in your life. For one thing, your mother had red hair, as did your best friend and his entire family."

"Are you related to my best friend?" James asked Arthur.

"I'm his father."

"Do you have two little red head twin girls in your family?"

"Three sets of them," Arthur replied with a smile. "But I suggest you let Albus finish before asking any more questions.

"Yes, there are many other sources of red in your life. Your house colors at school were red and gold. As for the painful red, well you did see much more bloodshed in your young life than anyone ever should. And then there was Voldemort; the evil man you defeated to save the wizarding world. He had very evil red eyes that seemed to peer into your soul."

James's happy expression faded. "So I really am people's savior?"

"It's not an easy title to deal with, but it's something you've had your entire life," Albus said gently.

"I didn't have an easy life, did I?" James asked.

"No, no you didn't," Arthur responded honestly.

"Maybe it's just easier if I don't remember and I go back to the life I started in Canada," James said quietly.

"NO!" Arthur yelled, overcome with emotion from the thought of having to explain to his family that he had simply let Harry leave. "I'm sorry; I just can't let you do that."

"James, I forgot to tell you one of the most important things that you remember," Albus said suddenly, trying to ease the situation. "Did you have any real reason for picking the name James?" James shook his head. "Well, James was your father's name, and it's your middle name."

James stared at the two men for a few minutes. "I need to think about things. Will you come back to see me tomorrow?"

"You couldn't keep us away," Arthur said with a smile.

"One more thing James, if you get bored, I think you may find these interesting reading," Albus said as he walked out the door. James looked at the closed door confused. He then noticed five books sitting on the table beside his bed.

"Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix," James read aloud. He opened up the first book. "These books tell the story of Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived. A very special thanks to those who knew Harry well and shared their memories of him to make these books possible. While these stories are based on his life, we cannot know what he was thinking, so they only promise an accurate account of events, not feelings," he continued to read. He opened the book and began to read about his life.

Later that night, Arthur Weasley retold the events of his day to his children (minus Ginny and Percy) and their wives while all of their children slept peacefully. When he finished they all looked at him without saying a word.

"I talked to him and I didn't even take the time to look at him," Angelina said sounding horrified.

"You were busy dear," Mrs. Weasley assured her. "I know that when you're dealing with twins you don't have time to talk to strangers."

"So he doesn't know anything?" Ron asked, trying to mask his feelings.

"Nothing," Hermione answered for her father-in-law. "I was the one who told him he was a wizard."

"You've seen him?" Ron asked quickly.

"I was the first person who saw him in the hospital without passing out. I was the one who flooed Professor Dumbledore," Hermione explained.

"Did he know who you were?" Ron continued.

"Honestly, Ron. Haven't you been listening? He doesn't even know who he is, much less who I am," Hermione responded, irritated.

"And his hair is red, seriously?" Fred asked with a grin.

"Yep, short and red," Arthur said.

"So how much does he know now?" Bill asked.

"A few of the basics, nothing too specific. We stopped telling him things when he mentioned that maybe not knowing was easier," Arthur replied sadly.

"I honestly don't think I would blame him if he was subconsciously blocking things out," Charlie said grimly. "I wouldn't want to have all of the memories he does."

"What about Ginny?" Venus asked.

"Well, he definitely doesn't know about her and she's currently at the coast, unable to be reached," Arthur explained.

"I'm not sure I want to know how's she's going to react," Molly said sadly. "She couldn't handle losing him, and this is almost like losing him or a second time."

"I don't know what I'd do if I thought the love of my life didn't remember me," Venus said clasping her hand in Charlie's.

"She's going to find out though," Hermione said. "It's going to be all over the papers. There were enough rumors today so that I'm sure it will be on the front page of the paper tomorrow."

"I feel like we need to try our hardest to keep his memory loss out of the papers. You never know what kind of enemies he still has lurking out there who would try to take advantage of his vulnerability," Arthur added.

"Ginny doesn't get the Prophet; it was too hard. There were things about Harry in there too often," Molly said slowly.

"Mum we can't keep this from her, she'll find out eventually and she'd hate us for not telling her," Bill said reasonably.

"I know; she's just come so far over the last four years. I fear that her finding out will destroy her completely but I pray that it will restore her to her old self," Molly said with a sigh.

"Well we'll just have to hope for her old self," Arthur said to his wife.

"There's something else," Hermione said quickly. "He wasn't alone. He was with a very pretty blonde woman. She said she was a doctor. She only said they were friends, but I could tell she cared about him more than that."

"Her name is Anna," Arthur added. "It was her family who first found him. I'm fairly certain that she took care of him while he was healing. From what I can gather, the last name he's using now is hers."

"She's going to want to take him home as soon as she wakes up," Hermione said.

"Wakes up?" Ron asked confused.

"Well, she was making such a fuss that we put her in a bewitched sleep. I knew we couldn't let him leave, and it was the simplest way," Hermione explained. "I know it's not very ethical, but I don't regret doing it."

"Do you think he's in love with her?" Venus asked.

"I honestly couldn't tell you," Arthur replied. "What I can say, however, is that in the time I spent with him, he seemed to have forgotten she was even there."

"Well, hopefully, the healers will be able to revive his memory before Ginny even gets back," Fred said cheerfully.

"I was thinking, maybe Harry should come stay with Hermione and me," Ron said suddenly. "Harry Potter Day is the day after tomorrow, and if the press gets word that he's there, it'll be a zoo. So we'll just sneak him out in the middle of the night, and then tell the press he went back to Canada."

Hermione looked at her husband, impressed by his plan. "What about Anna?"

"Well," Ron replied, "she can either go home or come and stay with us too."

"Why don't we see how Harry's feeling tomorrow," Arthur suggested.

"What's different about tomorrow?" George asked.

"Well, Albus left him with some reading: the Harry Potter books," Arthur said smiling.

"When is the sixth book coming out?" Alicia asked receiving several strange looks. "What? Just because I was at Hogwarts at the same time and was his Quidditch teammate doesn't mean I know of all the things that happened to Harry. I like the books."

"Well, there isn't going to be a sixth book. Ginny refuses to cooperate. She fought the book about her first year coming out up until the day before its release. She was still ashamed about what happened, but she eventually gave in because she felt it was important for people to know about Harry's life," Molly explained.

"Well maybe all of this will change her mind," Alicia said hopefully.

"Well I guess we'll see in a few days." Molly sighed and took her husband's hand. "I just hope Harry will remember her."

The next afternoon, Arthur and Ron ventured back to the hospital to talk to James about staying with Ron and Hermione. When they reached his room, they found him reading intently.

"Oh! Arthur, you're back! Where's Albus?" James asked, looking up from his book.

"Well, he has a school to run," Arthur responded smiling.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," James said with a smile. "Hullo Ron."

"You remember me?" Ron asked ecstatically.

"Well, no. But I've been up all night reading, trying to memorize every detail about my life. You fit the character Ron very well," James explained sheepishly.

"Oh, well good guess," Ron said, trying to hide his disappointment.

"You know, I'm afraid I've been an awful git. My friend, Anna? Where is she?" James asked as he closed his book.

"She's staying in another room of the hospital. She was very upset, so we put her in a bewitched sleep until we could figure out what you wanted to do," Arthur explained.

James's eyes grew wide in excitement. "Oh! A bewitched sleep! Like in the fourth book!"

Ron laughed at his friend. "Yes, don't worry she'll be fine. I was in one once myself you know. I must say, though, that I think you should have left the red hair to my family. It takes a certain look to pull it off."

James laughed. "Yes well, I think I'm going to dye it back whenever I leave the hospital."

"Why wait? I can change it back right now," Ron said with a grin. He pulled out his wand and said an incantation.

James's smile lit his entire face. He couldn't see his hair, but he knew a change had taken place. "Wicked."

"You never wore your hair that short before," Ron commented. "It's weird seeing you without your glasses too."

"Well, when my hair started to grow back, it was just so messy Anna suggested that I keep it short. Then she suggested that I wear contacts because you could see my eyes better that way," James explained. "I guess I really should get her out of here."

"Actually that's why we've come today. I don't know if you realize it, but tomorrow is Harry Potter Day. It's already being rumored that you've been found alive, so by tomorrow, you'll be hounded by the press constantly." Ron looked at him nervously, unsure of how he would respond.

"Well that doesn't sound like much fun, does it?" James asked smiling.

"Not at all. Which is why I was going to offer to let you come stay with me, my wife, and our daughter," Ron said hopefully.

"Is your wife Hermione?" James asked.

"Yes, how did you know?" Ron said curiously.

"Well it was obvious in these books that you two fancied each other," James said. "What about Anna?"

"Well, she's more than welcome to come as well..." Ron's voice trailed off and James looked at him very seriously.

"She should go home," James determined. "This is my home, my place in the world. She doesn't belong here, but I do. I can't go back with her, not now."

"Would you like us to tell her for you?" Arthur asked concerned.

"No, I'll talk to her. You may want to use one of those silencing charms though; she's going to throw a fit." Ron and Arthur both laughed.

"I'll bring her to you in a bit," Arthur said, heading out the door while Ron stayed behind.

"So did the books ring any bells?" Ron asked hopefully.

"Not a one," James replied sadly. "But I'm just hoping that there is something out there that is a key, and when I find it, everything will just come pouring back out."

Ron smiled and picked up one of the books. "You have no idea how many hours of interviews we went through to get all of these published so quickly. They've all been on the best sellers list; sell better than Guildroy Lockhart's books. They're even talking about releasing them for muggles, just taking out all the stuff that says they're true stories."

"Why do the books stop when I'm fifteen? Hermione, or at least the nice healer I'm assuming was Hermione, told me I disappeared when I was sixteen?"

"That was my Hermione," Ron replied grinning. "As for why there's no book discussing your sixth year, well one of the most important people to the story thought it would be too painful to relive, so the only way it could be done was if it was either 50 fiction or if it had huge gaping holes."

"It was a girl wasn't it?" James asked sullenly.

"Yeah, it was a girl."

"It wasn't that Cho Chang was it? I really didn't get the feeling she and I were meant to be," James asked curiously.

Ron laughed. "No, you and Cho never really got along well after your fifth year. This girl though, I have it on good authority that you loved her very much."

"Is she... Never mind, I don't want to know right now," James said appearing very depressed. "You know, this is all really exciting for me, hard, but exciting. I imagine though, that it must be torture for all of you. Spending all of those years, thinking I was dead, only to find out that I'm alive with no memory of you. I don't know how I'd feel if someone I cared about didn't remember me. Not to mention dealing with the whole coming back from the dead thing."

"We're all just happy to know you're alive," Ron replied honestly.

"I'm sorry, you know, for everything I've put you through. And I'm talking about everything before I disappeared as well," James said.

Ron looked at his best friend very seriously. "You shouldn't be. You were my best friend for six wonderful years. We went through a lot together, but I wouldn't change one minute of it. Well, maybe a few minutes, especially during our sixth year, or that time in our fourth year I wasn't speaking to you, but all in all, you made me a better person. After you disappeared I became much more serious with my studies. I got good enough grades to make it into Auror training. You made everyone appreciate life a lot more. You caused a baby boom, my family being to blame for about a third of it."

"Are all your siblings married?"

"Well all of my brothers are. You actually know all of their wives, except for Percy. Hell, I don't even know Percy's wife. Bill has twin daughters Sara and Michelle. They're three, turning four around Christmas. Charlie has two daughters; Rose who will be four next week, and Harriet who just turned two. Fred and George both have twin daughters. Fred's are three, Amy and Andrea, and George's are two and a half, Julie and Jessica. Then there's Jamie, mine and 'Mione's daughter. She's just not quite one. We've heard that Percy has a daughter, but we don't know anything about her."

"Are Harriet and Jamie named for me?" James asked curiously.

"Yep, and Rose is named in remembrance of your mother, Lily."

"What about Ginny?"

Ron turned his back so not to betray his thoughts. "She's been dating someone for about a year. I'm afraid that she's going to settle and marry the wrong guy, just because she's tired of being alone."

"Oh. Well, you should tell her if you think she's making a bad decision. I think I would want someone to do that for me," James responded earnestly. "I have another question though, what ever happened to my arch rival Draco Malfoy?"

"He died," was the only thing Ron could bring himself to say. They both paused, hearing a hysterical woman in the hallway.

"Ah," James said with a smile, "That'd be Anna."

A/N Thanks for all of your support. It really is the reviews that keep me going at this pace. I'm trying so hard to work out the kinks I was having, so hopefully things will continue smoothly.