SO sorry about the wait. But exams… don't even get me started. I'll try to post 2 or 3 chapters in the next week or so to make up for it. Please review.

"Amanda… where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

"Are we their yet?"

"No."

James was walking leisurely next to Amanda, who looked quite different without her nurse's uniform on. Her hair was loose and fell to her shoulders, stick straight, and she was wearing faded light blue jeans. He knew she was wearing a white tank top under her plain beige raincoat. What made her actually look so different was her make up; she was wearing all sorts of unidentifiable things, which pulled together to make her look quite attractive. James hadn't really noticed before.

Again, he started asking annoying questions in an annoying babyish voice. He was acting like an utter two year-old, and yet it made Amanda smile even more. She answered sternly as she turned a corner, onto a street that was lit up more than the last, "No, James we are not there yet."

She smiled inwardly when he did not protest to her calling him that. She loved the name James; it had a nice ring to it. James and Amanda. It sounded nice. She scolded herself for letting her thoughts stray, she told herself over and over again that it was a bad idea. She didn't even know this guy, he was in love with another woman and even if he wasn't, men like him didn't fall for girls like her. They fell for "Lily's", exuberant, gorgeous and spectacular girls. And to top it all off, he was her patient. But she couldn't stop it, in the past two months, she just couldn't help falling in love with Mr. John Doe. Everyday she dreaded the return of his "fiancée", who would come for sure, she knew it, men like him didn't get forgotten. Their was bound to be people looking for him, loved ones crying over his absence. Lily was probably broken to the bone, worrying about him. And when she finds him, he'll finally remember her and he'll leave, completely forgetting plain, simple, not unique at all Amanda.

She stopped walking, and James did too. He looked to her questioning, and she smiled, motioning behind him. He turned on the spot, and realized they were in a park; he hadn't even noticed when they first entered it. What he saw took his breath away, they were on top of a hill, covered in grass that continued down until a street, when the houses started again. From where he was, he could see a view of the entire city, lit up before his eyes, that was truly beautiful. Right in front of him was a grey park bench, he and Amanda went to sit down on it, and they started at the view for a few minutes in silence.

"The wonders of Montreal," she said. "I couldn't live anywhere else."

He smiled, and tried to push away the nagging feeling he had. He finally gave up after a couple minutes and admitted it to Amanda, "I don't think I'm from here."

"What?"

"I don't know, but the streets aren't familiar, people don't talk the same. Do you think maybe I was on vacation when I got hurt?"

He turned to face her, cross-legged on the bench.

"I don't know James, I guess it's possible. You'll figure it out, and until then you've got me."

He smiled faintly, he liked Amanda, but he wanted to find his home, his family, if he had any. He was smart enough to know she liked him, if only a little, and he ignored it whenever she made comments like that.

It had been two months, and yet he could barley piece anything together. All he knew for sure, was that Montreal was not his home, and that he was forgetting something, someone, really important. And… their was something about this park. And then, like a flash, one memory hit him out of the blue.

A crack resonated and he jumped to his feet, nervous as hell.

"Hello?"

A tall old man appeared out of nowhere, his grey beard shiny in the moonlight. The man smiled at James, and at the picnic set up on the flat ground before the slope of the hill. The old man had to admit that James had good taste in choosing parks, this happened to be one of his favorite. It was called Murray Hill, in the heart of one of the nicest neighborhoods of Montreal. He wondered why James had apparated across an ocean when their were plenty of parks in London…

"Albus? Can I help you?"

Dumbledore smiled, "Just a quick word, and then you can get back to more important matters," he said, while winking at James.

"Sure, what do you need Albus?"

The man was stern and solemn as he spoke, his rhythm steady and to the point. He stopped only to take a breath here and there, not allowing interruptions.

"I have been notified that Voldemort has recently been attacking the community over in America. Well here, actually. The Ministry never really had much contact with the community in this neck of the woods, considering there are only about two hundred of them grouped together. They have their own sorts of a government in tact, and all their children are home schooled. Once they grow up, they either immigrate to Europe, or stay here, integrated into muggle society. But their population is growing, and I, as well as most of the Order agree that we should strengthen our links with them.

I would like to send you as a representative James, back here, in a few days. If it weren't important I wouldn't ask you, in light of the coming events, but I really do think you're the man for the job. I don't want to keep you much longer, but we'll be discussing it in the meeting tomorrow, I just wanted to inform you before hand."

The man was gone before James could object.

He snapped out of it, and mulled over the only memory he had of his life before the hospital in his thoughts. Amanda hadn't noticed his absence, she was to busy inhaling the view.

This confirmed a few nagging feeling he had had, that his name was James, and that he hadn't been home when he got hurt, his home was in Europe… He had been on some sort of business trip. But it also aroused so many questions… like that man, he had appeared out of nowhere, and he has talked about flying from Europe to America as if it took seconds…

What was he forgetting? Who was he forgetting? Because that nagging feeling that he was not remembering someone very important, someone he cared about dearly…