A/N: Hey guys! I want to say that I probably won't get a chance to post again until Friday. I have exams Wednesday through Friday and I should be studying for Pre-Calc, but I can't seem to get myself to look it over. Eh, oh well. I'd rather post my story anyway! :D But seriously, I need to crack down tomorrow and do some serious cramming so unfortunately because I've been procrastinating; posting is going to be pushed to the end of my to-do list. Anyway, this chapter is longer anyway and should answer a couple of questions, namely the big one about the memory charm.

Stella: :D I love Shrek also. It's a great movie. You'll see about the memory charm thing in this chapter…I didn't think to clarify in the last one and left it for this chapter. Hee, oops. :D

Writingjustforfun: lol! Harry and Hermione's coming up…and yes, I was convinced at some point over the weekend that I needed to post Hedwig's Rant, so that will be coming in the end once my co-author and I have finished it…though that will probably also go on hold because of finals. sighs

Again, memory charm is going to be explained. I wasn't thinking clearly when I posted that chapter and probably shouldn't have left it so cliff-hanger-y. Anyway, it all gets explained here. :D

Hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 35

Lily ran over to Harry as he blacked out. She sat on the edge of the bed next to him and smoothed the hair out of his pale, sweating face.

"Is he ok?" James asked Pomfrey, walking over to his wife and son, looking concerned.

"Strange…" Was all Pomfrey said. Lily and James looked at her anxiously.

"Well, he wasn't exactly under a memory charm…that's what is so odd."

"But…?" James inquired, looking ready to pounce and strangle Pomfrey.

"It seems it may have restored your son's memory." Pomfrey said, sounding just as confused as Lily and James were.

"But you were only checking for the charm. How could that be?"

"That is my question. Then again, Mrs. Potter," Pomfrey said, looking thoughtful, "you're son has never been entirely normal in all respects." Both Potters nodded sadly.

"I'll stick around and make sure he's ok before I leave. I would like to consult Albus, are you going to be ok while I'm gone, or do you"

"It's fine." James said, and Pomfrey left the room. James circled his arms around Lily and kissed her cheek. He then rested his head rather uncomfortably on her shoulder. Lily glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

"What do you want?" She asked skeptically and turned her attention back to her son, stroking his dark and unruly hair. She frowned. That was the one thing she wished her son had not inherited from his father. Both their hair always looked messy and was rather untamable. It was really annoying some times.

"I have all I need right here." James said. Lily raised an eyebrow at him.

"You remember that when"

"You're ruining the moment, Mrs. Potter." James stated, looking mildly offended. Lily shook her head.

"Oh, we wouldn't want that now, would we?" She said, dramatically. "Will you ever forgive me?"

"Maybe.." James said in a sing-song voice and kissed her again.

"Hey! Prong-sie!"

"PADfoot!" James groaned, pulling away slightly from Lily. "You know I hate that!"

"Yes, I know my dear Prongsie." Sirius stated and James continued to glare at his friend.

"What do you want Sirius?" Lily asked, cursing Sirius's timing. Sirius pouted and Lily rolled her eyes.

"I just wanted to check up on my godson, if that's ok with you." Sirius stated, sounding slightly offended.

"Of course you can." Lily said and James muttered something under his breath.

"Something wrong Prongsie?" Sirius taunted sweetly.

"Nothing Snuggles!" James taunted back. Sirius glared.

"Hey! It's Snuffles to you, Mate." Sirius said, remembering how when Harry was a toddler he couldn't pronounce 'Snuffles' and said 'Snuggles' repeatedly, driving Sirius mad. James still called him that to annoy him. Luckily, Harry doesn't remember the mix up, but the word still sent chills down Sirius's spine. James smirked at Sirius.

"Uh-ho! I know that look." Sirius said and looked at Lily. "Quick! Run! Old Prongs has got a plan!"

"I'm not that old! Plus Sirius, if I remember right, you're older than me." James pointed out. Sirius grumbled and James continued "if you call me Prongsie, I'll call you Snuggles. It's only fair."

"Fine. No more prongsie." Sirius said, sounding disappointed.

"Will you two ever grow up?" Lily asked. The two marauders looked at each other, their expressions matching. They went from looking thoughtful to horrified in perfect unison.

"Never!" Sirius proclaimed and Lily shook her head and turned back to Harry, ignoring her Husband and his friend, muttering "Why do I even bother."

Using Sirius's early words, James explained "Because you love me."

"Sometimes." Lily joked. James looked hurt but Lily didn't see the expression.

"You know..It's kinda ironic."

"What is?" James asked Sirius.

"Before you two were married…you fought like an old married couple. And now, well, you are an old married couple" Sirius earned glares from the Potters "you hardly ever fight anymore…at least, not to the degree that hexes and curses are flown." James looked thoughtful.

"That's because James had an ego the size of the universe."

"Did not!" James Defended

"Did to!"

"Did not!"

"Did to!"

"Oh boy, look what I just did…" Sirius said, watching them continue to bicker back and forth. Luckily, the two gave up and Sirius looked relieved. Hexes and Curses were known to fly at that age old argument.

"Those were the days…" Sirius said, fondly. "Evans and Potter fighting…"

"Cursing old Snivellus daily.." James stated.

"Cursing Slytherins," Sirius said with a sigh.

"Dodging Filtch," James said with a grin.

"Full moon's with Mooney,"

"Pranks upon more pranks.."

"Dodging Lily, the super prefect,"

"Quiddich…"

"Before Voldemort" Sirius stopped quickly. He was going to mention before Voldemort got Peter, but that was sure to only tick James off. Sure they all hated the…well, rat, but it was an unspoken agreement. You do not under any circumstance mention Peter Pettigrew around James Potter. Ever. There was silence in the room and a knock could be heard at the door.

James and Sirius looked to see Remus standing in the doorway.

"Speak of the devil." Sirius muttered.

"James, Lily, Dumbledore would like a word with you." The couple glanced at each other then at Harry, who still lay unconscious.

"I'll come and get you if he wakes up." Sirius stated.

"Thanks Padfoot."

"No problem Prongs." Sirius said and they left the room. Sirius glanced over at Harry and sighed. "You sure know how to attract trouble kid." He stated and changed into Snuffles. He liked being a dog. Dogs are happy almost all the time. Plus they're cute and loveable and he gets a lot of attention in a crowd. Sirius jumped carefully on the bed and lay down next to Harry, his head resting on Harry's hand.

He glanced up at him and marveled at the similarity between father and son. Harry was almost a mirror image of James at his age. Snuffles closed his eyes and kept on the alert. The dog woke when someone stepped carefully in the room. Though he knew it was Hermione from her smell, he still glanced up and watched her walk over to her friends' bed. Snuffles gave her a welcoming bark.

Hermione smiled and walked over to them.

"Hey Snuffles." She greeted and scratched him behind the ears (Amy, this is not Anubus behind the ears. Just clarifying before you perverted my story. To everyone else, ignore this comment and sorry for the interruption.) Snuffles sighed contently. Hermione stopped scratching and turned her attention to hurry. Her brown eyes studied his still form. Snuffles laid his head back down and closed his eyes. Then he felt something move under his chin. Snuffles sat back up and watched as Harry woke up. He reached up and petted Snuffles.

"Hey Snuffles." He said, groggily. Sirius went still. He said Snuffles! He remembers me! Hermione shoved Sirius out of the way and launched herself onto Harry, throwing her arms around him.

"Harry!" She said giddily.

"'Mione?" Harry said and she sat back, grinning from ear to ear.

"Do you remember? Pomfrey said you might!" She looked so happy that he didn't want to disappoint her.

"I-" he was ready to say no, but then everything flashed quickly before his mind again. First year, Second year with Tom Riddle, Third Year with the peter fiasco, Fourth year when Cedric died, and the prophecy along with that horrible Fifth year. He shuddered at the thought and wondered for a moment if Dumbledore told them all the prophecy when he was assumed to be dead.

"Yea, I remember now." Harry said, thinking of the prophecy. Why did he go through the trouble to turn me into a death eater? He could have killed me then and there.

"Harry? What's wrong?" Hermione asked and Snuffles jumped off the bed and trotted out of the room.

"Nothing, I'm just trying to re-process everything." Harry said with a sigh. Hermione gave him a look.

"You don't have to lie to me." Hermione said, looking hurt.

"Find, you want the truth? I wish I didn't remember."

"You don't mean that." Hermione said, wondering for a second if she was convincing herself or Harry.

"Don't I? You think I like knowing I'm gonna" Harry stopped abruptly and looked away from her. He knew now what he had not known before. Had been too blind to see before. He was deeply in love with his best friend. He now knew that was why he remembered her when he remembered nothing else. It pained him to think she didn't feel the same way. He was just her friend and her care for him did not go beyond that.

He felt depressed. Deeply depressed. Everything hit him now like a ton of bricks and he felt he might die from the emotional blow. He did not like to think about Cedric's death, and now he felt he was re-living it all over again. He didn't want to think about the D.O.M. incident where he nearly got his friends killed. If he had just listened to Hermione, listened to Dumbledore, and god help him, listened to Snape, none of that would have happened. His friends would not have been hurt, and an Order Member, Rankle, would not have fallen through that stupid veil. The prophecy would not have been smashed…well, that was probably the only good thing about that night.

"It wasn't your fault." Hermione said and Harry wondered how she seemed to know what he was thinking.

"Just drop it Hermione." He said, tiredly. She huffed.

"I will not! Harry James Potter! You will not blame yourself for things out of your control!"

"You were right you know." Harry said, not daring to look at her. "I do have a saving people thing and I almost got you and everyone else killed because of it. But I should have listened to you, and instead I was cruel and I'm sorry." Harry said, finally glancing up to meet her eyes.

"Harry-"

"Hey Mate!" Ron greeted, walking into the room. Hermione watched as Harry seemed to flip a switch in his mind. Depression and Self-pity off, Happiness on. She did not like that sudden transformation of emotions.

"Hey Ron." Harry greeted, his mind flashed back quickly to the DoM and seeing Ron..Stop it! Harry told himself. Stop thinking about that.

The trio instantly started to talk and chat and Harry slowly slipped out of the conversation and only half-listened to it, commenting occasionally so Hermione would leave him alone.

He couldn't help but wonder what his friends would do if they knew the choice he had to make. Kill or be killed. And Harry feared he would not win when the time came.

OK, since I won't be posting until Friday, if you review with any questions, I'll post just an answer post so things can be clarified for you. I don't want to leave you all hanging if you're having questions and since I know I won't be posting, I'll definitely do that. So, please do the second R in R&R. I love hearing from my readers.