Disclaimer: All characters, even the fuzzy ones, belong to J.K.Rowling. I'm just baby-sitting.

Author's notes: Yep. I'm chaptering another one. Hopefully I will get this done before I go back to school. I can't seem to write very well there. Anywho. Forgot the disclaimer on the first chapter, though I'm sure you all know whose characters these are. Sorry about that Miss Goddess-person Rowling...i love you...

Every morning now, I awake with a particular feeling. I awake knowing that something isn't right and I should know how to fix it. James is especially frustrating with his useless attempts to make me remember. (Being called an idiot so much before this has made me immune to its affects now.)

I stopped going to class. It doesn't seem to matter one way or another. James doesn't go either, and he seems particularly nonchalant about it.

As we were walking through the grounds of Hogwarts on a quiet afternoon, people peering at us through the windows, with little reaction, I finally asked my questions. "Where are we? This obviously isn't the Hogwarts I remember. I mean, you couldn't see the Shrieking Shack from this far away, and the Whomping Willow is gone…and…and…we're like the only two here!"

James stopped, hands folded behind him, gaze steady on the too-green-grass. "I think, there is someone else here…Several someones you should talk with, Sirius. I'm apparently not doing my job as well as I had hoped." Lifting his eyes, he smiled softly, "Go to the Great Hall, Sirius. I'll see you in a few hours. I have a job to do anyhow."

Glancing back over my shoulder, I started to ask, "Why?" When I had fully turned back, there was not even a footprint where James had been.

The trek to the Great Hall barely took five minutes, a personal best for me. Stepping into the Great Hall, I found myself inundated with the decorations. A half decorated Christmas tree in the corner, pumpkins along one of the tables and Easter eggs lining another. Of course, the decorations weren't the only thing I saw.

For the first time since…Well, I couldn't quite tell you, I saw someone. My heart leapt at the sight of a solid form, though my stomach twisted in evil knots when I saw who. "Regulus."

My younger brother smiled pleasantly, something I'd had yet to see ever from him. "Hallo, Sirius. It looks as if you are adapting well-enough. Though James says you are having issues with understanding."

It is strange, but the brother I'd always thought of as younger was taller than I. And wearing glasses. I never quite remembered his dream-eyed gaze hidden by such things.

…And wasn't he supposed to be dead?

"You are…alive," I comment absent-mindedly.

He chuckles and nods, not in the least to my statement. "I see what James was saying."

"What the hell is going on Regulus?"

"Um…Well, you see, brother dearest that is for you to figure out. I, and James, obviously, am merely a guide."

"You are horrible at it, you know. The damn both of you." I might have continued insulting had another memory not leapt into my mind.

James, Remus and I sat around a table, content in front of the crackling fire. Warmth spread over us like a suffocating quilt, that is, if suffocation was ever a good thing. Butterbeers in hand, we needn't have a thing else.

Quite abruptly, a cold breeze blew the quilt away, causing us all to yelp in anger and surprise. Peter waddled over to us, wrapped in far too much clothing. Promptly, he began stripping off said useless clothing while breathlessly telling of my brother's demise. He acted as if I should be happy…glad.

Tears had stung my eyes as I had announced, "It's about time."

Regulus held me by my elbows, looking down at me with some concern. "I told you we were only guides. We cannot make the journey; we can only help you through it."

"But you're dead!"

"But it was 'about time,' was it not?" he asked quietly. Pain filled his voice, as James' had yet to do. I wasn't even aware my brother had this ability.

"No. No," I said, shaking my head, frustrated. "No, you were too young. You had too much to live for. You were too…Godric, you are my brother."

Regulus smiled again, the pain cleared from his voice, "James should be along any moment now. We shall walk with him, shall we?"

A slow nod. What else could I offer? Hands were shoved into my pockets, fingers tracing over two smooth globes. Withdrawing these from my pockets, I found them to be like clear marbles, inside of which both of my newly discovered memories played.

I guess this was only conformation that I had two Memories, and only the rest of me to find.