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Anchorage, Alaska, United States

East Anchorage High

Year 2000

On Wednesday morning, Kaylee waited outside her grandmother's house for Daniel with two Starbucks steaming cups and a plate of two buttered banana bread. A hot chocolate for her cousin, and a double expresso for her.

She smirked, remembering back when she was fifteen years old and Daniel introduced her to caffeine. One taste of the drink had her immediately spitting out the remnants of the liquid she had taken out of her mouth. It had been too bitter for her and against her sweet tooth, it had been awful and a terrible first experience. However, she had grown to love it since then. If mixed with the right amount of sugar or honey with it, the coffee was something blissful. It had nothing against tea, but she could not deny the claims that coffee did wake you up when you needed to.

"Sorry!" Daniel said, out of breath, as he jumped inside her car. "I only woke up when you came."

"It's okay, I was only here for a few minutes anyway." Kaylee waved him away and passed him his food, his eyes lighting up when he realized he was not going to miss out on breakfast.

As he ate, Kaylee drove. Although Daniel had his own car and could drive, he had requested to be picked up for today. Why, Kaylee did not know but she knew it was serious. Her cousin loved driving so seeing him without his car was unusual.

"You are definitely my favourite cousin," he said after finishing the last of his bread. If there was one thing that he loved other than his family and his car, it was his soft spot for banana bread. It could even work wonders when one manipulated him with it.

"I'm your only cousin."

"So?" his eyebrows raised. "It's that reason alone that makes you even more special to me, Kaya. You're my only cousin and one I see as not only a family and a best friend, but also as an older sister."

She could not help the smile that appeared on her face. Since she did not really have any other first cousins—because her father's only brother, Regulus, died without ever having a family—this moment was sentimental to her. Aside from her father and Andy and her family, she never felt appreciated from his side of the family. Maybe except Draco, but his feelings were always turned off from her, so she did not really know. But being told she was special from a cousin, it was definitely something she will remember years from now. Affected as she was, Kaylee found she could not respond. She did not know what to say, except to smile softly with her eyes glistening.

But to Daniel, she did not have to. He knew. And as he stared at her, stared at the slight tears upon her eyes, his dislike of the Malfoys grew ever stronger. His cousin deserved far more than she was dealt with. She deserved to have been cherished for when she was with them. To have been told she was loved, to be hugged, to be comforted when she had nightmares. To be adored and told she was someone's pride. Instead she received a life of

"It's why I can't understand why Draco would betray you." Daniel announced.

Kaylee glanced at him at the corner of her eyes, and she came to a sudden conclusion that the reason why he asked for a lift was to talk about Draco.

"I know he's only a second cousin to you, but you were still cousins. A family. You were more affectionate with him than his parents combined! You never spoke so spitefully to him while you were fighting. You always made sure he was all right and safe, even after Hermione punched him during your third year. Yet, he turned away from you." he continued, heatedly. "I just don't understand why. I could never have done something like that."

"It's not his fault," Kaylee finally replied.

Daniel gaped at her in shock. "What do you mean not his fault?!" he cried. "Draco—"

"Was the unfortunate child born from the Malfoys." Kaylee interrupted. "He didn't choose his parents, Danni."

"His parents? What has that got to do with anything?"

"Oh, it's got to do with everything for his betrayal," she said. "If there is someone you should be upset of, it should be his parents."

"I'm already angry at them, damn it! Angry at Narcissa for killing aunt Ariella! Angry at both of them because of their treatment of you!" Daniel burst out.

"And I already said I was okay, I'm no longer bothered with what I went through." she calmly responded and before he could say anything else, she continued. "But what I meant was, you should blame his parents because it was them that produced Draco's betrayal. To understand, you should know everything from the beginning."

When he remained silent, Kaylee went on to explain, "While I was still living with them, Draco and I had only each other since we were young. We were each other's first friend and we did everything together, from reading, drawing, and playing to celebrating with me when it was my birthday even when it was forbidden. He even shared his secrets. That he hated how his parents acted towards me and hated his pureblood lessons. He hated it because he didn't believe in the pureblood supremacy junk they were feeding him, and he hated it most on my behalf. Because I was a half-blood with a muggleborn mother and a pureblood for a father, his younger self wondered why my father would marry my mother if all muggleborns were bad. Anyway, we were so close that when I left with Andy it must have broken something inside of him.

"And because he was vulnerable, his parents took the chance and we were both deceived by them. The words they twisted about me, the different scenarios they created of what I would do to him if ever I got hold of him. When he asked if I ever loved him at all, he was told I only used him for his friendship and affection, that I never loved him. Which is so far from the truth. It was done solely to drive us apart and Draco…he ate it all up. From that moment on, he began to hate me. Forgetting the six years of the familiarity we had. So, you see it wasn't really him but his parents. And me." Kaylee concluded.

"You?" Daniel wondered, confused. "You didn't do anything."

"Exactly, Danni. I didn't do anything," Kaylee frowned in regret as she parked her car in the school lot. Then she turned to face him, her expression full of sorrow. "I should have reached out to him after I left and doing nothing would always be my biggest mistake."

Daniel did not speak for a while as he took in the information he just received. He understood now that he should not have been quick to judge Draco. He had his own battles to fight for. And yet… "I wonder—after knowing he was told so many lies—why he still loves his parents."

"He loves his mother very much, yes. But it's his father he detested," she said. "And before you say anything else, let me end our discussion at this. You know I don't like to defend her but Narcissa…she may not have been open about it, but she did love her son in her own way. She only wanted what was best for him and did everything to protect him." she paused, her voice becoming soft when she continued, "Even I can't fault her for that because if I were to have a son or a daughter of my own, I would do everything I can to ensure my child is safe. I wouldn't be afraid of getting my hands dirty if that was the only way to protect them."

Her cousin finally sighed, rolling his eyes. "The amount of love you have for Draco sort of makes me jealous."

Kaylee smiled, chuckling. "Don't be. I love you as equally as I love him. You are both my cousins after all."

Unknown to them, two covens of vampires heard everything from the moment the cousins arrived within the one-mile radius of their vampiric hearing distance. There were four new things they learned about Kaylee. First, that she was betrayed by her second cousin and went through something horrific in her past. Second, the separation between her and this other cousin, her regret of not contacting him after leaving. Third, and to Edward's pain, that she bore a mother's protective side were she to have a child, which is something he cannot provide for her. And fourth, she was a half-blood. That there were muggleborns and purebloods, to their great confusion.

As the Cullens and the Denali's stared after one another, all had the same thoughts. What in the world did a muggleborn mean? Was it an English slang for something? Half-blood and pureblood, they could understand, half-blood being about a breeding of two different nationalities and producing a child of half and half. Kaylee was half British and half American after all since her father was from England and her mother born in the States. Which could mean that pureblood is another word for being only of one nationality, in the case of Kaylee's second cousin and his parents. What they cannot comprehend the term of was the muggleborn part. It was best to discuss for later when they were at home with the rest of the family.

~O~O~O~

"I am warning you, Kaylee, I am completely shit at anything to do with arts. I will butcher anything we make without even trying." Kate said, bluntly. "You sure you still want me to be your partner for this?"

"I don't really think I have any other choice. Those two lovebirds," she nodded to the couple across from them. "can hardly keep their eyes off of one another."

Kate glanced at Alice and Jasper. "That is true." she smirked. "Well, I guess it's us two then."

Kaylee smiled. "Great! You should know that I've wanted to work with you for a while now but since Alice and Jasper always fight over to be paired up with me, I haven't had the chance."

"About that, what do you and Jasper even talk about?"

"History." Kaylee answered. "I love hearing about the wars, he is a good storyteller. I also love his opinions of them."

Kate rolled her eyes. "That's…boring. I shouldn't have asked."

Jasper, upon hearing her response, took one second away from gazing at Alice to glare at her. Kate only smirked back.

"Anyway, I'm glad to be partnered up with you today." Kaylee said, bringing them back to the matter at hand. She stood and made her way to the storeroom.

Kate winced as she followed her. "I'll bet you won't want to stick with me again after this."

"Don't say that!" she scolded the blonde, turning to look back. "Trust me that if you do horribly, I wouldn't mind. My friend, Neville, was pretty bad at chemistry back home and I still chose to be his partner whenever he wasn't with our other friend. He was good company though, often making me laugh, and that made working with him worthwhile. What I'm saying is, as long as you're not hard to deal with and you don't have terrible manners, I know there will be many more times of us working together in the future."

Kate returned her smile, her eyes softening around the edges. "You know, I can see why Rosalie immediately warmed up to you."

"Oh?" she raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised at the sudden change of topic.

"You're hard not to like." Kate said simply before walking back to their table, and this time Kaylee was doing the following. By the time they sat down, Alice and Jasper were still looking at one another, both eyes filled with love. They had not even touched the sheet of paper that held the various art styles they were all given to choose from.

Kaylee's eyes flicked back and forth between the pair before she turned to look at Kate. "What's got them like this anyway?"

"It's their two-year anniversary today," she answered, offhandedly, as she held out the paper in front of her and looking through the options they had. "I don't even know what some of this means. So, you can choose for the both of us. Just make sure it's not too hard for me to do."

Kaylee took the paper from her and read all that was written. There were the advanced art styles such as lino and sculpture, and then there was also the basics like plain sketching, pastel drawing, caricature and watercolor painting.

"Since we only have two weeks to work on this before we hand it in to be graded, we could just do a pastel drawing?" she suggested to Kate.

"That sounds good. Just don't expect me to draw, I'm basically useless in that sort of thing. The only thing I can draw is literally a stick person."

Kaylee smiled in amusement. "Then you don't mind if you take care of the coloring? I will still help wherever I can, but you will be in charge of it especially when choosing the colour palettes."

"Perfect," Kate grinned. "If there is something I excel at outstandingly, it's coloring in whatever forms and knowing which looks good together."

And so, they planned.

~O~O~O~

After an uneventful lunch, Kaylee was sitting between Daniel and Edward as they listened to their chemistry teacher talk about experiments that each group were to demonstrate in front of the class. Of course, people started chattering excitedly when they realized that today's lesson might not be boring and, as an added bonus, get to talk to their friends freely.

"Now don't get excited just yet," he said immediately, sending them all in silence. "I will not make the same mistake of letting you choose your own groups. So, you're all divided by the number I will soon give you. " Every student except two started groaning in dismay as the teacher started giving out a number from one to eight. Which would mean three students on each table.

Daniel, on Kaylee's left, was knocking his head on their table. "Why?" he kept murmuring quietly to himself at the same time he would knock his forehead to the hard metal surface.

Kaylee met Edward's amber eyes in question, and he smirked slightly but did not say anything.

"Why does he want me to fail this time?" Daniel whined. "I have no hope that people, aside from you two, will help me pass this task," Daniel said.

"Oh, don't be dramatic, Mr. Lewis," the teacher admonished when he came to their table. "Seeing as you and Mr. Cullen worked perfectly well together last time, you are to remain working with him. He is a good influence on your grades." then he glanced at Kaylee. "I have also decided that Miss Gardner will join your group as your third member, but I'm worried she might distract you both. Or rely on Edward too much for the answers."

Kaylee met his gaze. She knew where he was coming from, that it was inevitable that someone would see her in that way. But to actually hear someone doubt her worth was…well, she was just not used to it. Her previous professors had always treated her fairly, and no one made any judgements on her character besides Professor Snape. And though, the Death Eaters always called her weak, she did not really give a rat's ass what they thought of her.

"I understand your concern of me, sir, but I can assure you that I will not be a distraction to my cousin and Edward. I am perfectly capable to carry my weight in the group," she told him, earnestly. "And I will make sure I am no distraction."

For a while, the middle-aged man just stared at her with a frown. It was not until Edward mentioned that she was not only passing her other classes but acing all practice tests did he finally leave her alone.

"The fact still remains, but I hope you can prove me wrong, Miss Gardner." the teacher said before giving them two sheets of paper each and moving to the next table.

Daniel nudged her shoulder. "Don't take what he said personally, Kaya," he assured her.

"Don't worry, I wasn't offended in the slightest." she told him. This teacher had nothing against Professor Snape.

Although taking potions class from Professor Snape was unbearable, she could not deny that he had inadvertently also taught her how to be invincible to insults and other remarks. Seven years under his wing, getting insulted almost every day, had strengthened her in the verbal sense of what kind of comments to disregard, and those that need attention.

"He likes to intimidate new students to get a feel of their character," Edward added after checking the teacher was far back in the room. "If he finds them lacking, he likes to make their life miserable. If he sees someone with potential, he becomes someone else entirely. He pampers those students with his full attention."

"So, basically, he treats rebellious students like they are beneath him and the bright students with love and respect?"

"Yes." both of them replied.

"Mmph."

Professor Snape had once again won the comparison between him and this teacher. It was true that he was horrible, but he always treated others fairly and with respect. Something this teacher certainly lacked.

A smile formed on her face as she turned to look at Edward. "Does this mean you're one of them potential students?" she teased, giving emphasis on 'potential'.

He grimaced. "Unfortunately."

She turned to her cousin next. "And you're what? Somewhere in-between?"

"Unfortunately."

She chuckled and pinched his cheek. "Aw, did you want to be one of the bright ones?"

He scoffed, slapping her hand away. "Actually, no. I'd rather he treats me like dirt than have him hovering over me with praises and…just no. I already have a mother like that, thank you very much." he shuddered. "I'd rather eat the dirt than ever have that happening."

Kaylee laughed. Edward smiled at her happiness.

"What?" her cousin asked, defensively. "I've seen it happen on Edward, and let me just tell you, dear cousin of mine, it was so bad. The guy just didn't know when to take a hint to stop. Always up on Ed's face, giving him more challenges and more to study."

"No, it's just I remember your mom telling me that you once ate dirt before," Kaylee stifled her laughter after seeing the stink eye the teacher was giving her. "You know what? Let's just finish this experiment."

In the end, they had almost gotten the experiment wrong if it were not for Edward. Kaylee would have shouldered her load if Daniel had not been so distracting. He would scribble out the answers she had just written. He would pull her hair when she was focused and all those times, she was just about to add the ingredients to the mixture. And because the experiment was especially strict on the measurements, it was vital they did not get one wrong. Else it explodes in their faces and make a mess of the room. Something the teacher would blame her for, she was sure of it. Definitely not Edward and Daniel, whom she knew the teacher was warming up to.

~O~O~O~

She was shoulder-to-shoulder with Edward, their fingers playing 'When You Believe' in synchronized form. Every now and then, Kaylee would steal a glimpse of the man who sat next to her. Calm. Focused. Passionate. That was what she read about him as he played the piano. She would blush when he caught her looking and would soon look away. But whenever she was the one who caught him, he would continue to look at her and smile softly, his eyes slightly crinkling on the corners, until she could no longer meet them.

So overwhelmed was she by what those golden orbs held. The feelings of affection, of love, and so much more she could not describe into words.

So overwhelmed was she by her own feelings, newfound and hopeful. Hope that there could be more than their close friendship.

And she knew, without a doubt, that in this moment she was falling for him deeper if she had not already done so. There was no way around it. He had crept underneath and stolen the heart she closely guarded, and therefore taking her unaware.

What first turned out to be a simple decision to move here for the purpose of escaping the magical world turned out to be so much more than what she bargained for. When she thought she had lost her blood family, she was reminded that there were others when she unexpectedly reunited with her mother's side. When she thought that there was no hope of a companion, Edward came and turned her thoughts around.

Maybe, just maybe there was still hope for happiness.

She blinked at the sound of claps around her. She had not realized that her duet with Edward had even been close to finishing, busy as she was staring at his profile.

And he, to her.

They both smiled at each other, feeling the familiar joy they always feel as they played the piano together.

"Beautiful!" their teacher said. "It's like you were meant to meet, meant to play together. Simply splendid."

All she and Edward could do was smile at one another.

Even if her father did not wake up, she knew that by just being beside Edward, it will be enough to fill void that would be left behind should her father not make it.

Later, when class was finished, and she and Edward were waiting for Daniel and his family to come out by their car, Kaylee bumped his shoulder gently.

"So, where are we going for our date?" Kaylee asked, her excitement for the event obvious.

Edward smirked, looking at down at her. "I told you it's a secret,"

"I can't even get a teensy tiny clue?"

"Just that it's very private."

Kaylee gave him a blank look. "Wait, that's it? That's your clue? That it's private?"

Edward chuckled, and nodded.

She groaned. "But that's not even helpful."

"That was the point."

Kaylee had to keep the urge to stick her tongue out at him. She was twenty years old, for goodness sake. "You suck." she grumbled and pouted. "Will you at least tell me what to wear?"

If he gave her the answer, she could probably use that small information to figure out where he was taking her by singling out whatever the clothing type was not suitable for the date. But as she stared sideways at him, his smirk not fading, she knew she would not even get this hint.

"I'll text you about it first thing in the morning on Saturday." he replied.

She sighed, rolling her eyes. It was better than nothing, she realized, as he could have totally left her hanging by not sharing any information at all. And at least Edward is becoming even more comfortable with her, and so she decided to not pose the subject further. Daniel, and Edward's siblings and cousins were walking out anyway. She did not want them teasing Edward or even her.

"Don't forget though." Kaylee told him.

Edward smiled. "I won't."

~O~O~O~

"Mistress received a letter from St. Mungo's." was the second thing her house elf told her besides her usual welcome when she arrived home after dropping Daniel off.

Eyes widening, she took the envelope from Milly and turned it over. It was from Hannah. Heart beating faster, with hope blooming within, she wondered at what message could contain in the letter.

Hannah was her colleague before she moved to Anchorage. She may just be updating her about what has been going on in the hospital, or what new potions have been concocted made available.

But she was the healer in charge of her father, the only one she trusted.

Kaylee slowly and gently opened the envelope, treating as if it were a delicate China, and held her breath as she read through the message.

Kaylee,

I wish I could tell you this in person, but a letter would have to do. You have no idea how happy I am to inform you that your father is awake.

The parchment soon dropped on the floor as Kaylee's hand went to her mouth in shock, the other that once held the letter becoming limp, her strength becoming little to nothing with the news. Her father is awake.

FATHER IS AWAKE.

Just realizing now the implication of the message, Kaylee fell on the couch and sobbed into her hands. He is awake. For all of two years, this was what she had been hoping for. And now that he had woken from his long slumber, Kaylee thanked whatever deity had listened to her prayers.

She quickly wiped her eyes with the hem of her sleeve and headed straight to her fireplace.

"Milly," she called.

Her house elf appeared in front of her, staring up at her. "Mistress calls for Milly?"

"I will be off to St. Mungo's," she said. "If Daniel comes, tell him my father is awake."

Milly let out a gasp. "Master Sirius has woken up?"

Kaylee smiled tearfully, nodding. "He has, and I'm going to go and see him this moment."

"Then Mistress be leaving now. Milly will do as her Mistress has said if Mistress' cousin comes."

"Thank you, Milly. I will see you later," she smiled. "With my father."

And with that she vanished, leaving behind the parchment that lay forgotten on the floor, whatever that was left of the message lay unread by the recipient.

Milly picked it up, and could not help but read the content, her big eyes turning even wider the more she read through it.

Kaylee,

I wish I could tell you this in person, but a letter would have to do. You have no idea how happy I am to inform you that your father is awake.

Your potion with the Phoenix tears and blood have worked wonders for his health. The fast healing properties of the tears, alongside the blood, is what really kicked the gears into healing his physical body that is battered within, like you and Hermione theorized it would.

However, it is hard for me to say but, unfortunately, I regret to tell you that he is not completely himself. We do not know how it happened, but it seems he has lost an estimation of more than twenty years' worth of memories.

Your father's last memory was of his wedding with your mother. He believes your mother, James, Lily, Remus, and Peter are still alive, and is looking for them. When we ask him about you, he does not seem to know who you are, profusely exclaiming he has no daughter.

I am sorry that he does not remember you, my friend, but do not lose hope. With time, all the missing memories should be recovered. And I say this with certain conviction. Your father WILL remember you.

I will make sure of it even if is the last thing I do.

Sincerely,

Hannah

"Poor Mistress," Milly cried, pulling her bat-like ears down in distress.

Her Mistress was so happy before she left. Is it possible she had not read the whole letter? She would not have been so happy then if she had. Milly wanted to go after her Mistress to warn her, but she had given Milly an order to remain behind in case her cousin comes.

"What is Milly to do?"

~O~O~O~

Five hours earlier…

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, London, England

Sirius Black's Room

Year 2000

A bed was placed in the centre of a white room, a man lying on top of it. His breaths were even as he breathed in and out, his eyes moving around underneath their lids as if he was watching a scene before him. His hands opened and closed, clenching and unclenching, for something to grasp onto. However, it was met with nothing but the air. He was anxious to find a way to end this void of darkness as all he could see was the dark. He desperately needed a light to guide him out of this miserable place of emptiness he found himself in. To awaken from this stupor. But there was no appearance of any, no hope to strengthen his resolve.

And when all hope was lost, his determination to end this cycle of nothingness disintegrating, a tear appeared beneath his eyelids, trickling down the side of his cheek. It was not only his struggle that had him despairing, but his loss of memory which he cannot obtain no matter how hard he tried to reach for them. He found that he did not know what befell him that caused his condition. He did not know what happened prior to his current state, or who he even was. Helpless, all he could do was stay immobile, fingers moving for that is the only thing he is able to control.

Within the darkness, he could hear the shuffling of feet around him and the rustle of parchments above where he lay. His heart suddenly beat faster, wondering what they were going to do to him. Who were they? Were they enemies or allies? Upon realising the unknown, a cry escaped and tore from his lips.

The rustling stopped, and he heard a feminine voice speak to him. "Mr. Black?" she called.

Was that his surname?

He could not reply even if he wanted to, his voice simply not obeying his commands to form a coherent sentence for a reply.

"My name is Hannah Abbott. I am the healer designated to check over your progress."

This healer, this Hannah Abbott, did not evoke a sense of familiarity to his conscience, which led him to wondering if he even had a family waiting for him. He hoped there was or waking up will be just as bad as his current situation of oblivion. What else was there to live for if he did not even have familial love?

"If you can hear me, I want you to squeeze my hand." a warm, gentle hand was laid atop his own, but he wondered how to follow her instruction when he cannot grip anything besides moving his fingers. His hand stayed still while he wondered how he could notify this woman he was able to hear her.

Disappointment filled Hannah at the unresponsive form of her friend's father. She had hoped that he would come by after hearing him make his first sound after a long two years of being comatose. Sighing, she withdrew and turned to go.

In Sirius' mindscape, there was suddenly a small ball of light that grew in size. He had to cover his eyes as the more the light grew, the brighter and intense it became. It went the same for the next seconds until the light formed into the body of a woman and the intensity of the light was snuffed out. Although, there was still a bit of light that outlined her body.

But when Sirius really looked at her, it started coming together. His memories started flooding back in.

"Ariella," he murmured softly. He would always remember her first and foremost. His wife, his best friend, his soul mate.

Then he remembered his brothers in all but blood. James, his four-eyed partner in crime. Remus, his nerdy and bookworm brother that could even be more ruthless with pranks if he put his mind to it. Peter, the one they all protected and defended.

He remembered the sister he always wanted. Lily, whose hair is as red as the flames of a fire, her eyes as green and beautiful as emeralds. The sister who he and his brothers could not say no to, would not even dare to even try. Lily, who is the partner in crime of his wife.

He remembered his chosen parents. Charlus and Dorea Potter, who were so kind, loving and everything his biological parents should have been. Charlus and Dorea who saw him as a second son, and who took him in when he had nowhere else to go. They treated him as if he were a member of their family, all without expecting anything in return.

But still, he knew there was something missing. Something that was very important to him, but so far from his reach.

"Sirius," Ariella smiled at him. "It's time to wake up, honey. You are missed."

She beckoned him forward, a hand outstretched towards him for the taking.

He walked towards her, eyes never taking off from hers.

"Take my hand, and I'll lead you out of here."

And he did, grabbing her soft hand.

As they left, he did so without a look back in the darkness.

The first thing he saw was the white ceiling. The second that registered in his brain was the smell of cleaning supplies. The third, he realized he was in St. Mungo's. And then all he could think about was what in Merlin's beard was he doing here?

He swore if James drunkenly stabbed his bloody antlers and it had been the reason for his admittance in the hospital, he was going to find a way to stop him from turning to his animagus form when he gets too drunk. He hoped such thing existed, otherwise he was going to enlist the help of Remus to invent it.

But where was Ariella?

He sat up in alarm, needing to find her. However, before he could stand, he had to hold fast to the bed because he felt so faint, the room spinning around him and making him dizzy. He closed his eyes and willed the room to stand still. He had sat up too fast and his body had not been prepared for it.

When he got everything in control, he stood and walked out of the room, stumbling out like a drunken wizard, while searching for the familiar blonde hair of his wife. There were so many faces he passed that he did not recognize but he did not give them any more of his attention and kept walking down the hallway.

"Sirius Black?" there was a brunette woman that stood in his way.

"What?" he snapped, not in the mood to talk when all he wanted was to find his newly wedded wife.

"Please go back to your room. We will need to scan you again and make sure everything is fine," she explained before looking at another brunette, a male this time. "Get Hannah now."

He ignored them and walked around Susan, finding the exit out of the hospital.

There were other people looking at him now, eyes wide. What the fuck was their problem? Why were they looking at him like that?

"Please, Sirius, go back." Susan said, following him from his side.

He spared her a glance. "I need to find Ariella."

She faltered in her step, blinking at him. "Who is Ariella?"

"My wife."

She gasped, eyes widening in horror as she realized something. Looking at the man that she had told to find Hannah, she yelled at him when she found him still standing there. "I said to find Hannah now!"

But just as he was about to move, the healer in question appeared.

"I am here, Susan."

Hannah stared at Sirius in relief, glad he was awake. "Mr. Black, you have no idea how long we've been waiting for you to wake up."

He ignored Hannah and glared at Susan when there were suddenly other male healers in front of him, blocking him from the exit.

"What is this?" he asked her in his no nonsense tone. "Why are you stopping me? Let me go, I need to find her."

"Mr. Black, your daughter is not here at this moment, but I will contact your daughter as soon as—"

Sirius stopped walking and finally looked at Hanna, confused. "What are you talking about? I have no daughter." he said, shocking everyone to silence. Hannah stiffened. "I was talking about my wife. Ariella."

Hannah blinked stupidly. His wife? And she realized with horror that Sirius was suffering an extreme case of memory loss

She nodded to the healers. "Get him in his room and make sure he cannot escape."

"WHAT?!" Sirius bellowed. "Let me go, damn it! I need to find my wife!"

She watched in sadness as they took him away. Her eyes then found Susan, who felt the same way she felt. "Susan, can you contact Harry and Hermione. I will write a letter to Kaylee after I figure out how many years of memories he's lost."

When he was back in his room, restrained to his bed, Hannah strolled in. For a moment all she could do was stare back at her friend's father, despairing about the situation. A daughter who looked, who researched, who created, and did everything for him to wake up, who waits for him even now, yet her father has woken but does not even remember who she is. This…this would break her again.

Just thinking about it made her eyes fill with tears for her friend, but she cooled her expression. "Mr. Black, are you aware of today's date?"

He stared at her, blankly.

"Currently, it is the year 2000," she began, noticing that his eyes had widened.

2000?! Sirius screamed in his head.

But his marriage to Ariella was in 1978. If what Hannah said is true then that would mean it has been twenty-two years since their wedding ceremony, and he would be forty-one years old now. No, Sirius thought, shaking his head. I refuse to believe it. I am nineteen, turning twenty years old in a few months.

"You must be pulling my leg, miss." he finally said. "Did James put you up to this?"

Hannah sighed, closing her eyes. What would take him to realize that she is telling the truth?, she wondered. Would a mirror do so he could see for himself how much he has aged? Maybe a newspaper that would have the current date?

Just as she was about to summon her mirror, the door opened and rushing in came Harry, with Hermione and Remus in tow. Susan was behind them, her eyes showing frustration.

"Sirius!" Harry beamed, hugging the man.

Susan walked up to Hannah and whispered, "They don't know. I tried to tell them but they were already heading here."

Remus turned to look at the two healers.

Hannah could do nothing but roll her eyes. Of course. They have always been like that since Hogwarts. Just rushing into things without a care for the full details. Or stepping back just to think of a plan.

"Hey there, James." Sirius chuckled. "I knew this was just another stupid small prank of yours. Incredibly lame, mate. I am ashamed to say that you are losing your touch."

Harry pulled back in confusion, looking to Hermione who looked just as equally clueless.

It was then that Sirius noticed Harry's eyes. Emerald green, not the hazel eyes he was accustomed to seeing from his best friend. But it was the eyes of his sister. He blinked, but the colour remained the same. What the hell?

"Who are you?" he demanded. He felt as if he already knew the answer, scared to admit that what Hannah said all along was true.

"It's Harry, Sirius." the boy replied.

Remus stepped up, and Sirius met his gaze. "Harry is James' and Lily's son. Your godson."

As he stared at this man, he could not deny it any further. Hannah was right in the end. It was 2000.

Standing beside the boy and the unknown girl, he knew that the man truly is his best friend. He looks the same, save for the wrinkles on his face that showed his age. This Remus had been through so much, compared to his younger self. He could it see in his eyes.

And yet even though he knew the truth now, he still needed to make sure.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good," he said, slightly hoping he would not know the correct password.

Remus chuckled, reminiscing the past, and how this old password came to be. "Mischief Managed."

And there it was. If his supposed godson and Remus was the only one here, that would mean...He shook his head. He refused to even think that James and Lily were gone. There was no way. But it would make sense.

And if his wife was not there, then...then...she was probably gone too.

Sirius' breathing became erratic and his eyes fleeted around the room, not looking at anyone. He felt caged in, felt stuck. He tried to move, tried to leave and run, but the magical restraints put on him was too much for him to handle. Not even a wandless charm could free him from his bounded arms.

He needed to get out of here.

"He's going into shock!" Hannah yelled.

He needed to find Ariella. If she was not here, it could always mean she is waiting for him in the house he commissioned for her.

"Get Harry and Hermione out!"

"I'm sorry, Sirius."

And then there was nothing else the next moment as Sirius fell back unconscious.

"I'm so sorry." Remus said as he watched his body go limp.

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I'm sorry that I did not update when I said I would. So many things have been happening before and even now that I have not had the time to check on Wattpad.

But thank you so much to all my readers that are still sticking by me and this story to this day. I would also like to welcome my new readers, and hope you are enjoying this story so far.

Moving on, I really can't wait to start Kaylee's and Edward's relationship. Edlee(?) is soon to happen.

Next chapter: Kaylee finds out the condition her father is in, the revelation of her animagus, and wait, vampires?