A/N: Began: 4/14/13 End: 4/20/13

Now that this story is rated M, I should be able to get away with so much more shit! I've been working on a fiction that's a bit more adult and kinky. I would post it, but I lack the balls to. I literally still giggle when someone says sex. That's the extent of my sexual maturity. Like Sirius, I believe that cake is the perfect after-sex gift. Hell, I think we should have after-sex gifts. Think about it, each time you go down on someone, they give you cake.

I like to think I'm being funny in these things, but usually they just get ignored. I'll just stop here now kthnx.

Remus woke up in a strange room, and it took him a while to realize that it was the hospital ward. It took him a moment to realize a lot of things. He looked to the side and saw a small pile a gifts decorated gold and red. Gold and red seemed a weird color, Remus assumed these were get well presents but… he could have sworn… he was a Ravenclaw… wait, no! The sorting hat considered him going into Ravenclaw, but something made it change its mind. If only the werewolf could remember what…

All he could think of was a black, the color. It was as if a light had been turned off in his brain. Every once and a while, he spotted another flash of a color. He saw a whip of a green and silver scarf, and a panic set in his stomach. Those were… Slytherins, right? Now Remus remembered, Slytherin was his house's enemy. His house was… Gryffindor! Of course!

How the fuck did he get sorted into Gryffindor? If only he could remember why the hat changed its mind, but now that he really thought, he couldn't remember much anything, save for his studies so far. He could remember those perfectly. He remembered his mother too, not much else. It was troubling. He looked at the gifts again. Hold on… Remus had friends? Only friends gave gifts, right? Who were these gifts from? Remus couldn't think of a single name that he could call a friend. He reached over and grabbed the first present, a small box wrapped in gold, tied in a red ribbon. Remus looked at the tag attached to it.

Get well soon, baby. I may have eaten the cake that was supposed to be yours… -Sirius

A ball formed in Remus' throat. Sirius… he felt like that should mean something to him. But Remus had to admit, he never once knew a Sirius. Remus opened the gift anyway, pulling apart the red ribbon carefully. He rather liked it more than the prospect of getting the actual gift. Placing the ribbon on the night stand next to his bed, he pulled the lid off the parcel and looked inside. It was a little trinket of a wolf howling. Remus grinned.

"Sirius has excellent tastes." He said to himself. Remus wondered who Sirius was, or if they were a boy or girl. He looked at the tag again "Baby… no one called me baby."

He grabbed another package, this one's tag read been five days, miss you so freaking much. –Sirius. Another one from this Sirius, remus wondered who named this person. Sirius was suck a strange name… this parcel had melted chocolate. Remus crinkled his nose in distaste. The chocolate looked like brown goo. The sight was slightly nauseating. Rems placed that one aside and reached for a blue parcel.

Been a pretty tough week. I love you so much. This gift is from all of us. I hope that chocolate won't go bad… –Sirius

How long was Remus sleeping? He felt like he was in a different world, Remus didn't even know how he got in the hospital wing. All he could remember was a lot of pain before slipping away into blackness. Even then, it was simply a feeling of pain, no real memory. He opened this box, which had a small scrap book full of pictures that haunted Remus. There was Remus with three other boys, flipping off the camera. Another one was Remus with a shaggy haired boy in glasses, squirting water out of their wands at each other, one a fat boy floating chocolate just out of Remus' reach and laughing as the picture Remus kept jumping up to grab it. Remus smiled at a picture of him and a pretty redhead, posing with pints of butterbeer. Maybe she was this Sirius. Remus wouldn't mind her much at all.

Remus made it to the back of the book, and saw a picture of him with a dangerous looking boy, he remembered him from the first picture. The boy wore a rock band shirt and was smoking. His hair was long and black, and in his eyes; he had his free arm around picture Remus' waist, and had his head rested on his shoulder. Picture Remus seemed deep in a book, but looked over to give the boy a quick kiss before returning to the book. Remus' hand started to shake and he shut the book, tossing it to the foot of the bed.

"The hell!?" He yelled. He heard shuffling and looked up, seeing Madam Ponfrey walk out of her office, with her usual air of authority.

"You woke up, isn't that a relief! Your boyfriend found you half bald and bleeding in an abandoned hall. Nasty state, you were in. Your parents came to visit-."

"Hold on, boyfriend?" Remus shook his head. "I don't have a boyfriend!"

"Of course you do, he was here every free chance he got. Gave you all those gifts, he did. I feel inclined to tell you that he also flirted with me some. You can make whatever you want of that." The nurse allowed herself the quickest of smiles and fetched something from Remus' nightstand. "Now I'll need you to take this potion."

"So wait," Remus started to have shallower breaths, and he broke out into a sweat. "Are you telling me I'm… I'm gay?"

"Well you've only been with Sirius for three years or something! You're acting funny, dear…" Pomfrey felt his forehead. "And a little feverish, Remus how much do you remember before you woke up?"

"Well, I remember getting my Hogwarts letter, getting sorted… I remember most my studies. Dumbledore and… I'm sorry, what's your name? Who are you, even?"

"Oh, no," the nurse stood up, her face white as a sheet. She left the room, leaving Remus only more confused. Remus had a boyfriend? Remus was gay? Did this mean Sirius was a boy? What would his parents think, or did they already know?

Was Sirius the dangerous looking boy in the photo? Remus bent forward and picked up the book, opening to the last page. There was the boy, the picture flicked his hair from his face, and Remus saw his eyes. They seemed a drastic contrast to the rest of him, looking youthful and happy and a little mischivious. Remus smiled a little, the boy was handsome. But Remus figured he was straight, or maybe something else? Was there a word for someone who could see a red haired girl as well as a rebel boy equally attractive? The door to the hospital ward opened and Madam Ponfrey darted in with Professor Dumbledore behind her.

"Professor! I think something went horribly wrong, here! You need to help me, Professor Dumblerdore!" Remus began. The wizard held a hand up and nodded, silencing the boy.

"What is my name again, Remus?" Dumbledore asked.

"Well… Dumbledore, sir. At least I think it is." Remus looked at the waves in his bedsheets, trying to think harder. "Yeah… you're Dumbledore."

"Do you know the name of this witch, here?" Dumbledore motioned towards Madam Pomfrey. Remus looked up and stared at her for a good, long time. After a small eternity, he shook his head.

"I'm sorry, should I?" Remus felt his stomach twisting into knots.

"Peculiar… his memory has definitely been modified, but not properly. However, it should be a good sign he can recognize my face. Remus, who else do you know besides me?" Dumbledore's eyes were piercing, and the wizard, usually so jolly, was stiff and serious.

"Well, my mum and dad… I guess the sorting hat doesn't count as a human; and Greyback is the guy who bit me. I don't understand, is this a side effect of the moon cycle?"

"What year are you in at this school, and what is the schools name?" Dumblebore sat down at the werewolf's bedside.

"I'm a sixth year, and I'm in Hogwarts. I'm a Gryffindor, right?" Remus wished he could unknot his stomach. He shifted in order to help unwring it, but to no avail.

"Correct. Remus, do the names James Potter, Sirius Black, or Peter Pettigrew trigger any reaction from you?" the wise old wizard asked.

"…None at all."

Dumbledore turned to Madam Pomfrey and whispered in her ear. She nodded and scurried out. Dumbledore turned back to Remus and grasped the boy's hand.

"Remus…" the age could be heard in his voice. "A week and a half ago, you were brutally tormented, we have yet to catch the perpetrators behind the act. They subjected you to various spells and what we believe to be a Cruciatus Curse. It seems that before they left you, they had performed a memory charm so you would not be able to tell us who hurt you. Their charm worked a little too well, and there are giant chunks of your memory missing."

"Do you mean I forgot… I forgot a lot of things?" Remus' mind went paranoid, exactly how much could he remember?

"You have forgotten a substansial amount." Dumbledore bowed his head. "I am truly sorry."

"But what about everything I did, what did I do? Why can't… I need to remember! Who is this?" Remus showed Dumbledore the picture of him and the other boy. "Who is this and what is he to me?"

Dumbledore sighed and took the book, looking at the picture. He shut it closed and placed it on the nightstand. "You loved him very much, I think. His name is Sirius Black. He should be here any minute."

"I loved him? Was it like a brother or like… something else?" Remus longed for the book back.

"You loved him in a romantic way, I suppose," Dumbledore patted Remus' hand and drew his own away. "He treated you very nice, from what I saw."

Three new faces came into the ward, along with Madam Ponfrey. Remus recognized them all from the pictures, but his eyes settled on Sirius, whose face broke into a giant grin. The rebel ran to Remus' bed and jumped up on the side of it. He cupped his hands around Remus' face. "You're awake! Did you miss me? I came here every single day and waited, I swear." The boy seemed jubilant over the awakening of Remus, and gave him the quickest of kisses. Remus blinked and his pupils dialated from the kiss, he began to shake slightly.

"I'm sorry… who are you? Sirius, right? I can't remember you…" Remus became hyperaware of the palms on his cheeks. "Can you… let go, please?"

Sirius stared, grin still pasted on his face. "Stop being silly, you know me!" the rebel stared into the blank face of Remus, expecting him to smile as well and admit he was joking. But the smile never came. Sirius' face fell and he looked at Dumbledore. "What's wrong with him?"

"Remus has been through a lot, and it seems his attackers have placed him under a memory charm…" Dumbledore seemed to have troubles looking at Sirius.

"No… you said he went through the Cruciatus, and had his hair fall out; and they used a spell to inflict physical harm. You said nothing about a memory charm." Sirius still had his hands cupped to Remus' face.

"I'm afraid you can only really detect that charm while the paitent is awake and alert." The wizard looked heartbroken for Sirius. James gasped a little.

"Wait… Remus, do you remember me, Remus?" James asked.

"I don't remember any of you! Please… get your hands off me!" Remus jerked his face away, and Sirius hands stayed frozen in air before he finally put them down, still staring at the professor.

"You said he would be fine." Sirius' voice was dripping in hostility. "You said he just needed a lot of rest."

"Mr. Black, there's nothing we can do except help him remember who he was before the attack." Madam Pomfrey said.

Sirius still stared at Dumbledore. "You said he would be okay, that everyone would all be okay! Why isn't he okay!? Why didn't you catch this!?"

"Even if we caught it earlier, we can't simply reverse it." Dumbledore looked away.

"Remus, you have to remember… we're your best friends. You can't just forget us." James looked at Remus like he had the plague. "Don't you remember all our fun times together? We got into so much trouble together! Please, Remus…"

"I don't know who you are, I'm sorry," Remus became focused on his bed sheets again. "I just want to make sure I catch up in Defense against the Dark Arts. If I missed a week and a half, then I haven't turned in my essay on the practical…"

"I… I turned that in for you," Sirius said in a voice just above a whisper. "That's taken care of."

Remus snuck a glance at Sirius. "Um, you didn't have to, but thanks."

"I wanted to. You spent days on that essay… it got full marks." Sirius rubbed his arm, sliding off the bed. "I'll… see you around, or something." He choked out, walking out of the room at a near-frantic pace. A lump formed in Remus' throat. He could only wish he could understand. But he could not, for the life of him, begin to comprehend that he ever fell in love with… him! Sirius looked dirty and gritty. He looked feral.

"You just can't forget…" James lifted up his hand before putting it down quickly. "You can't just…"

Remus swallowed, attempting to get rid of the lump. "Look, this doesn't mean anything, okay? James, that's your name, right?" Remus looked at him. "Thank you, for caring about me, I want to remember more than anything, but I can't, who knows if I ever will? I guess I could suddenly recover those memories someday, but I have no idea when. Why can't I make new memories? I can still… be a friend?"

"You don't… not even Sirius?" James shook his head. "Let me tell you, you tried hard to win him."

"I never knew I even… liked boys." Remus smiled a little as Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey left to give the remaining boys privacy. "Exactly how gay was I?"

"You… were pretty fucking gay." James laughed. "You were so fucking gay. You don't even know that?"

"Well, I guess I don't know that part of me yet? Who knows what my brain is like right now… Sirius? Does he really… love me?"

"You're kind of his other half or something, yeah." James looked at Peter. "Got anything to say?"

Peter shrugged, waving at Remus. Remus waved back and turned back to James. "How the hell did I work out with him? He seems so… unlike me."

James smirked, nodding. "Yeah, you aren't alike all that much, but alike at the same time."

"Well that's contradicting," Remus let out a shaky laugh. "Wow…a boyfriend. Is that… is that how I ended up here?"

James pulled his fingers through his hair. "Yeah, I wouldn't really be surprised if this entire thing was because of the whole… gay thing. You know, you should give Sirius a chance. It might be weird but maybe you could… restart with him."

Remus knew that would be the hardest thing in the world. Sirius remembered and Sirius would expect whatever kind of Remus that Remus became. But the werewolf had no idea who that guy was. Remus was s gay guy who loved a sloppy rebel? It made no sense, the entire situation did nothing but make his head go screwy. "I… guess, yeah… I don't know him though."

"He's just a little bit of you, you know you well enough. right?"

"I think so…"

A/N: I am not proud of this.