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Chapter Summary: Sirius and Remus come to a realization.

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Chapter 19: Recollection

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A smile graced Remus' face as Harry's emerald green orbs gazed into his amber ones. It was on rare occasions that Remus would forget his troubles as a werewolf, and be truly happy. This was one of those times. The last time it had happened was when James and Sirius had said they would stay his friends even 'after' figuring out what he was.

"Are you okay now…Moony?" asked Harry, his voice soft. Remus leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on Harry's forehead.

"I've never been better, Harry. Never," Remus replied in all honesty. Harry smiled and glanced around the room.

"Padfoot's not here," the boy stated honestly, eyes saddening.

Oh yeah! Remus thought. He could have hit himself, Padfoot would murder him.

"No, no, no, he's here," Remus corrected reassuringly. "I'll go get him, real quick, mmkay?" Harry grinned and nodded once, but stopped quickly because it caused his head to throb with pain.

Owwie…I'm sore? Harry thought to himself perplexedly. I haven't had an owwie since…

Remus stood and crossed the room to the door. He cracked it open, and stuck his head out to check the hallway for signs of Sirius. Said wizard stood conversing with Dumbledore not ten feet away, and, at the sight of the door opening, both men turned their attention to Remus.

"He's awake," the light brown haired young man stated, a huge smile on his face. Sirius' own face lit up immediately, a wide grin spreading across his lips, and he distractedly took a step toward the door before thinking logically - a rare occurance, indeed - and turning back to Dumbledore, who shook his head 'no'.

"Go on, Mr. Black. Do not hold yourself up for my sake, Mr. Potter needs you. I, for one, must go and speak with Severus. I will see the two of you tomorrow."

Sirius nodded gratefully and Remus nodded as well. Dumbledore nodded once, turned, and left. Sirius waited two seconds before dashing into the hospital room behind Remus. Harry's face brightened at the sight of the two.

"Padfoot!" the boy smiled and Sirius beamed.

"Kiddo, you're awake!" Sirius proclaimed happily before sitting down at the foot of his Godson's bed, feeling a surge of relief at the life in Harry's green eyes. Remus returned to his seat on the right side of Harry's bed and watched the scene unfold, a smile on his face.

"Uh-huh."

"You know…I can't believe you woke up without me!" Sirius remarked, a playful pout on his face.

"I can't stop fwom waking up!" Harry replied with a giggle. Sirius sighed dramatically.

"I know! …But still!" was Sirius's childish come back. Harry took this time to truly take in his surroundings, and, as he did so, he came to realize that he did not know this place.

"Where awe we?" Harry inquired, a confused expression crossing his face, as he tried to sit up. But Remus was quick, and carefully pushed him back down.

"Don't sit up, Harry, you need your rest. You're in St. Mungo's Hospital," Remus answered kindly. All that did for Harry was to cause him to become more puzzled.

"The…Howspital? Why? What…happened?" Harry asked, perplexed.

He doesn't remember! The surprised thought hit Sirius and Remus at the same time.

"What day is today, Prongslet?"

"Um…" Harry's eyebrows knitted together in thought. "…My Birthday."

"Do you remember today at all?"

"…Kinda…" sighed Harry softly.

"Tell us about today, then."

"…Moony…woke me up and…I woke you up…we…went to Ron's house and…I opened all my presents! Now…I'm here," Harry stated, eyes squinted slightly as he tried to remember something he could not for some reason. Sirius gazed at Remus who seemed just as unnerved by this. Sirius looked back at Harry who was looking from his Godfather to Remus, expectantly, but they did not appear to know what to say.

"But I am sore, and my head feels like it has a big owwie," Harry offered the two. Sirius looked saddened by this news.

Of course he doesn't remember, you git! he thought to himself. He fell from Merlin knows how high, used advanced elemental magic that probably reeked havoc on his small body and fell unconscious, probably hitting his head on the ground! You're such an idiot! You should've gotten over your shock and caught him! Sirius mentally berated himself.

"I'm sowwy I can't wemember …Pwease don't be mad," Harry pleaded in a misinterpretation of his guardian's emotions.

"We're not mad!" Sirius and Remus replied in unison, causing Harry to look at them questioningly.

"I mean, we're not mad at you, Harry," Remus corrected. The raven-haired boy looked disbelieving.

"We'd never be mad at you for something you couldn't do, Prongslet," Sirius smiled reassuringly. "We'd be mad at ourselves for not being able to do something to help you." Harry sighed but nodded, regretting it almost instantly when his head pounded again with pain.

"Harry…do you remember the broom Padfoot gave you?" Remus inquired. Harry thought for a second before a smile spread across his lips.

"Yeah, I wanted to fly it."

"Well, you did, kiddo. And I…showed you how," Sirius elaborated reluctantly. Harry's eyes gleamed happily.

"You did?"

"Yes, and you were good at it. Great at it, even. But, something happened…and…you fell. We tried everything to save you, but…we couldn't. You used your power to land on the ground safe, though. Then you fainted, and we brought you here. You're alright now, but Moony and I felt like we were going to die throughout the whole thing."

Harry tried to grasp all of this information, but could not. He used his power to save himself from falling? He fainted? And why would Padfoot and Moony feel like they were going to die through it all?

"Why? Did you get hurt too?"

"No, cub, we didn't get hurt. We felt that way because…we were scared," Remus explained.

"Scared?"

"Scared…that we might never be able to see you again," Sirius continued with sad smile. Harry smiled back tiredly. He had been up for a while and his weakness was starting to weigh on him, even though he felt very happy at the moment. He always felt safe around Padfoot and Moony.

"I was scared too…" said Harry sleepily, relaxing into his pillow, a yawn escaping his lips. "In my dweam, I was scared I wouldn't see you anymore. He said…I wouldn't see you anymore…" Harry's eyes closed tiredly.

"W-what? Who?" Sirius asked in an effort to keep Harry talking.

"Xantos…" Harry murmured before sleep claimed him. Remus and Sirius looked at each other at the same time.

"Xantos." Remus repeated thoughtfully before it dawned on him. "He must've been the Death Eater that attacked today. Of course! He'd have motive behind his orders…but why wouldn't Dumbledore tell us?"

"Xantos?" Sirius questioned, not understanding.

"Xantos, Sirius! From school, the one who transferred to Durmstrang, during Fourth Year," Remus tried, hoping Sirius's screws would start turning.

"Wait…you don't mean…Prongs'…?"

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A/N: Evil Cliffy! Why do I always do that? I hate it when authors do it to me! But here I am turning around and doing it to you? Why? Well…I don't really know, I just felt like it'd be a good idea…hehe. Though, I hear the knives sharpening… -Chuckles nervously-

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