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Chapter Seven

"What do you mean 'who am I'?" Sirius asked, dread starting to seep through him.

"What I mean," Harry replied, "is who are you? What's your name…who are you…what are you doing here…"

"You mean you don't know anything that has happened to you?" Sirius asked. Harry shook his head. "You don't know who I am? Or who you are? Or what you're doing here?" Harry shook his head again. "What's the last thing you remember?"

Harry sighed. "Nothing. I don't remember anything." Sirius just looked at Harry. He has amnesia, Sirius realized. Without saying another word, he got up from the chair and went to look for the doctor.

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"You're right, Mr. Black," Dr. Payne said. "Mr. Potter does have amnesia."

"Do you know when he'll get his memory back?" Sirius asked, glancing at Harry who was looking confused.

"I can't tell for certain," Dr. Payne admitted. "But hopefully not long. I'll keep him here for the rest of the night and tomorrow morning you can come get him, if you'd like," he explained. "Throughout the week Mr. Potter might start to have some flash backs, until he gets his memory back." Sirius nodded, keeping his gaze fixed on Harry, who was squirming underneath it.

"I'll be back tomorrow, all right, Harry?" Sirius asked softly. "Then tomorrow I'll explain everything."

Harry hesitated before answering. "You'll answer all my questions?"

"Every single one," Sirius promised, giving Harry a quick kiss on the top of his head, making it quick just in case Harry felt uncomfortable about it.

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It was still storming out as Sirius walked quickly out of the Hospital. Lightning lit up the sky, thunder boomed as loud as it possibly could. The rain hit Sirius violently on the head as he walked back to his house, where Moony was probably still waiting.

"So, how's Harry?" Remus asked anxiously as Sirius walked through the door, shaking the water from his head like a dog would shake their fur dry.

"He woke up," Sirius started, throwing his coat on the coat hanger. "And he has amnesia."

"Amnesia," Remus repeated. "Harry has amnesia?"

"That's what I said," Sirius replied, before flopping down on the couch beside his friend, still in his wet clothes.

"When is Harry going to be able to come back home?" Remus inquired, looking into space.

"Tomorrow. The doctor said that during the week Harry might start having some flashbacks until he gets his full memory back," Sirius explained.

"What about Isabella and Matt?" Remus asked. "How are they?"

"They didn't look their best," Sirius responded. "And they didn't wake up yet."

"I hope they wake up," said Remus. "You do know that people who are in comas sometimes never wake up?"

Sirius shuddered. "I didn't need to know that, Moony. I just hope Isabella and Matt wake up, too. I'm glad Harry's awake," he said. "It won't have me worrying about him never waking up, now."

Remus grinned, but said nothing.

"You know," Sirius said suddenly. "I sort of made a lie up this morning. About you moving in with us. I had to think of something so Harry wouldn't catch on about the party," he continued. "At first it was just an excuse. Now it's starting to sound like a good idea. Why don't you move in with me and Harry, Moony?"

Remus raised his eyebrows. "Move in with you two? Sirius -"

"Come on," Sirius said brightly. "It'd be fun, Moony." When he saw Remus was about to say no, he pouted playfully. "Please? For Harry?"

Remus sighed, defeated. "I might. For Harry," he reminded Sirius.

"Harry'll be pleased," Sirius said. "When he gets his memory back, that is. Because starting tomorrow, he won't know who you are. Or who anybody is, for that matter."

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Harry wrung his hands nervously as Sirius Black, his 'godfather', led him inside his house.

"Here we are," Sirius said cheerfully. Harry nodded, looking around. "Now, I promised last night that I'd tell you everything. Do you want to come sit on the couch?"

"Okay," Harry replied quietly, awkwardly sitting down on Sirius's lap.

"You used to love sitting on my lap," Sirius said quietly, with a sad grin.

"I did?" Harry looked up, looking surprised. Sirius nodded. Harry turned to back around, suddenly feeling a bit more relaxed. He listened intently as Sirius answered every one of his questions.

"Here," Sirius said, handing Harry a remote. He had been getting a bit awkward as he and Harry had been in an awkward silence - once Harry had finished his questioning, that is. "Find something to watch. I'll get us something to eat." Sirius got up, leaving Harry to flick through the channels.

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"If there's something strange in your neighborhood, Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters! If there's something weird and it don't look good, Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!" Harry sang under his breath, grinning. He had searched every room so far, and he couldn't find Sirius in any of them. He had looked in two rooms all together, and there were three rooms in total. One more room to look in.

Slowly, Harry walked to the last room. Harry knew it was his room, since the first one was the guest room, and the second one was obviously Sirius's.

"Sirius?" Harry asked quietly and tentatively. He peered inside, only to find Sirius asleep on his bed. He grinned, slightly, coming into his room and sitting on the bed beside the sleeping Sirius.

Harry's grin slowly faded, and he sat up straighter.

"Oh, no," Harry closed his eyes and went into the kitchen as the Dursley's entered their home.

"None of the chores on your list are done," Vernon growled, completely oblivious to the fact that Sirius was sitting on the couch, watching the scenario.

"I…I…" Harry was at a loss for words.

"I expected the grass to be mowed. What do I find when I return home? You lounging on the sofa as if you don't have a care in the world!" He bellowed.

"I…I wasn't lounging on the sofa. And…I wasn't thinking that I don't have a care in this world," Harry said, trembling.

"Oh yeah? What were you doing then?" Vernon asked sarcastically. For the first time ever, Vernon's hand made contact with Harry's cheek. "I've had it about up to here with you, boy!"

"Hey!" Sirius suddenly jumped up from the couch. "Don't you dare touch Harry again! Do you hear me?" He demanded, cradling the whimpering boy in his arms.

"Who in the name of hell are you and why did that brat let you in?" Vernon growled.

"Sirius Black - the one and only." Sirius smirked as he watched Petunia's face pale.

"You're his…" She trailed off, grasping the edge of the counter for support.

"If you mean Harry, yes, I'm his godfather. If you mean James, yes, I was his best friend."

The vision - or was it a flashback? Harry wondered - slowly ended, and Harry was left breathless. He looked down at his hands, before looking down at Sirius. Had he just had a flashback (or vision) of something that had happened before he lost his memory? Harry hesitantly laid down beside his godfather, his head laying on the pillow next to Sirius's. He listened to Sirius's even breathing before falling asleep.

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A/N: Alright, I hope you liked this chapter. I'll post the next chapter soon…