A/N: Hello there, one and all! I'm sure you all thought that I disappeared into a black hole or something, but that is not the case. I went on a wonderful two month long trip to Ireland. My boyfriend flew out to see me because we missed each other so badly, and he ended up proposing after a night out on the town in Galway. (In the rain at six o'clock in the morning, kneeling in a puddle, I might add. Sigh…so romantic…) We came back to America, and now we're married and planning on moving to this small town with a college (the highest one in the world) in the middle of the mountains. I also got sick for a month, so it's been a while since I've written anything.

So thanks to all of you who waited so patiently to continue to read my story, and I hope that you all won't be too mad at me for disappearing for so long. It's been a very exciting three months, I can tell you!

I just wanted to tell you all (because a lot of people seem to be wondering) that this is not an AU fic, Lily will get together with James in the end… even if it doesn't seem like it right now.

Can't Remember

Sirius's POV

Winter break is over and we're back into classes. And what classes they are! All the teachers seem to think that we have nothing better to do than homework. The only way I get through all my homework (or rather, most of it) on time is because Lily and Remus bug me and James twenty four seven about it. Ever since I wrote that letter to Lily, it's been smooth sailing. I try to open up around her; I know that I'm doing a very bad job, but I also know that Lily knows that I'm trying, and that's all that really matters to her.

"Bah!" I say one evening, throwing down my quill and letting the roll of parchment that I had been writing my Defense essay on roll back up. "What is with all these teachers and all this bloody homework?" I ask, glaring slightly.

"It's our sixth year," Lily replies patiently from where she is sitting with her head bowed over some diagrams. "Did you expect it to be easy?"

"I certainly didn't think I'd be spending my whole life on homework!" I say emphatically.

"We're studying for our NEWT's," Remus says, looking up briefly from his potions book.

"Well, I'm sick of studying," I say. "What do you say to a trip to the kitchens, Prongs?"

James looks up eagerly from whatever he was working on (he's probably working just as hard as I was…) "That sounds like an incredible idea!" He says excitedly. The two of us bounce to our feet. "Who's with us?" James demands of our study circle. Five pairs of eyes look up at us – Peter looks like he wants to go run and hide (which he probably does want to do), Lily and Remus are looking quite exasperated, and Lion Girl and Ellyn are looking pretty dazed. Nobody answers James.

"Fine," I say, grabbing Prongs' elbow, "you all sit here and have a ball with your homework, and James and I will have the time of our lives down in the kitchens." I can tell that Lily and Remus both want to reprimand us, but they refrain from doing so.

Prongs and I bounce out of the portrait hole together, full of energy now that we're away from that Merlin-damned homework. Practically skipping down the hallway, we chatter about Quidditch. When we get to a stairway, I jump on the railing and throw my hands up in the air as I slide down it. Reaching the bottom, I land on the carpet and raise my fists in triumph. There's some little second year girls standing there at the bottom of the stairway, and they shrink back from me and James, who comes bopping down the stairs after me.

"A perfect 10!" James cries, leaping the last five steps and landing next to me.

"Who's the shit?" I shout, jumping up and down. The second years give James and myself a scared, fleeting look before they flee down the corridor. I grin at James.

"I love frightening those poor little fools," I say.

"Who doesn't?" Says James as we head further downstairs to get to the Kitchens, James breaking into a song about a famous Quidditch player who lost her mind after she got hit too many times in the head by a Bludger and had to go to St. Mungo's to get her head straightened out while I join in loudly. We run down the hallway, singing our fool heads off and practically bouncing off the walls. What can I say? We are James Potter and Sirius Black. We're supposed to be a bit crazy. Crazy? What? Who said anything about crazy? I'm completely sane, thank you very much. Wait? Am I crazy? Who's crazy? I'm crazy? When I went to your schools? When I went to your churches? When I went to your institutional learning facilities?

And then I jumped down a stairway, doing a full back flip in the middle of it, crashing into the wall and cracking my skull at the bottom. Fuck, that's all I can think. What about Lily? Am I going to just die right now? Because she's the love of my life, I can't leave her now. All this because I'm too lazy to do my homework? I should have stayed and done my homework, otherwise this would never have happened. This should teach me. Oh no…I can't move…darkness closing in around me…pressing closer. I can't breathe…I must be dying. Dying…dying…dying.

If this is dying, it's not so bad. In fact, I can even breathe a bit better now, wait…I think I can even move now. I stir my arms and legs. Maybe I can open my eyes now, too. I struggle with my eyelids for a minute, and then, lo and behold, I open my eyes! Blinding white! I slam my eyelids closed again.

"Sirius…Sirius!" Says a far away voice. What is serious? Maybe I can open my eyes again. I think about that for a few moments, and then open my eyes. The light is a little less blinding this time, so I squint, trying to look around. A few fuzzy shapes are floating around my head.

"Sirius!" Says the voice again.

"What?" I croak. Hmm…I must be able to use my mouth.

"Sirius, how are you feeling?"

"What's serious?" I ask.

"No, you Sirius. You are Sirius," says the voice. Wait…I think I vaguely recognize that voice.

"I'm serious? About what?" I ask.

"No, your name is Sirius," says a voice. Wait…is that a different voice? Now I'm confused. How many voices are there? And where in Merlin's name are they coming from? And what the bloody hell are all these blurry shapes around my head?

"My name is…what?" I ask. I forgot what was going on.

"Your…name…is…Sirius," says the voice. I think it sounds a bit anxious now. Anxious? Is that a word?

"My name is serious? What's serious about it?" I ask. I am so confused right now.

Another blurry shape appears over my head and a woman's voice that I also recognize says, "How is he doing, dears?"

"He doesn't even know his name," says a completely different voice, but it's still one that I think I recognize. Why am I recognizing all of these voices, but don't know who they belong to?

"Alright," says the woman's voice. Suddenly something completely awful and burning is poured down my throat, burning my esophagus. Wait, what the hell is an esophagus? I don't know, why are you asking me?

I cough and splutter as the awful burning liquid makes its way down my throat and into my stomach. Suddenly everything around me becomes a lot more clear. There are five heads around me, all looking down at me concernedly. Three guys and two females – one a girl and the other a woman. Do I recognize these people? I'm not sure.

"So, what's your name, dear?" Asks the woman.

I forgot what a name is. I frown, thinking hard. "I don't know," I say finally.

"It's Sirius," says a black haired boy standing next to my bed. Oh yes, I remember now, those voices kept telling me that it's serious.

"Right," I say vaguely. "What's serious about it?"

"No, not serious," says the girl a little exasperatedly. "It's S – I – R – I – U – S."

"S – I – what?" I ask. I'm a little distracted by how pretty the girl is.

"Oh dear," says the woman. "I'll have to go and get my head injury potion." She disappears from my bedside, leaving me with the three boys and the girl.

"Who are you?" I ask. "Who's that woman? Where am I, and why is my name so serious?"

I see the four people look concernedly at each other.

"Well, I'm James," says the black-haired boy, "and this is Peter," he says, pointing at the short, squat boy, "Remus," pointing at the boy with sandy hair and blue eyes," and this is Lily," he says, indicating the pretty girl with red hair.

"She's very gorgeous," I tell the boy who had done the introductions.

"She's your girlfriend," the black haired boy says. Damn, I already forgot what his name is, I'm so completely blown away by this piece of information.

"You're my girlfriend?" I ask, looking into the girl's green eyes.

"Yeah, I am," she says, frowning slightly, looking worried. She turns to the black haired boy, "How hard exactly did he hit his head again?" She asks him.

"Well," he responds, "it was pretty hard. He jumped down the stairway and smacked his head pretty hard at the bottom."

"Must have been quite bloody hard," says the sandy haired boy, "if he can't remember any of us, or even his own name."

At that moment the woman reappears by my bed with a potion in a goblet, which she hands to me. I take it, looking into the contents at the bright blue potion inside it. It smells so bad, it makes me gag.

"I'm supposed to drink this?" I ask, looking at it incredulously.

"Yes, dear, it will help," says the woman. I look up at the other people standing around my bed.

"This guy says that that pretty girl is my girlfriend," I say, pointing at the red headed girl. The woman turns to glance at her before turning back to me.

"Yes, she is," she says, "So why don't you drink that potion, it will help you remember her." I look down at the disgusting potion in the goblet I am holding.

"It will?" I ask hesitantly.

"Yes, it will," says the woman. I look at her suspiciously. Maybe she's lying. Maybe this potion will kill me.

"You drink some first," I say, holding out the potion to the woman, who is looking quite incensed by now.

"Fine," she snaps, snatching the goblet out of my hands and drinks a sip of the potion. I can tell she's trying not to make a face at the taste. I look at her closely, trying to see signs of poison, of which there appears to be none. I take the goblet resolutely back as the woman hands it to me. Plugging my nose, I gulp down the potion, gasping when I finish, as the disgusting stuff burns worse than Firewhiskey.

A weird sensation begins to swell in my head, and my vision goes blurry. My head suddenly feels so heavy I can't hold it up on my neck, and my chin drops onto my chest, and I feel myself falling backwards onto something soft. The next thing I know everything is black.

A/N: Once again, thank you for hanging on so patiently while my life kind of went on a whirlwind for a while. I really appreciate it if you all continue to read this story.

So, you know what to do! Please review! Sorry I gave Sirius a head injury. He'll be fine, I promise you. I was just having major writer's block and that's what came out…