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I can't believe what some people did as I was searching around on the Internet for Harry Potter things. Did you know that people posed as J.K. Rowling (In China) and published fake Harry Potter books entitled, "Harry Potter and Leopard-Walk-Up-To-Dragon," "Harry Potter and the Porcelain Doll," "Harry Potter and the Golden Turtle," and "Harry Potter and the Crystal Vase." There are more, too, I think.

On the Internet, I also read that the beginning of "Harry Potter and Leopard-Walk-Up-To-Dragon" went like this:

"Harry doesn't know how long it will take to wash the sticky cream cake off his face. For a civilised young man it is disgusting to have dirt on any part of his body. He lies in the high-quality bathtub, keeps wiping his face, and thinks about Dudley's face, which is as fat as the bottom of Aunt Petunia."

I think that's pretty…I dunno…stupid for someone to do that and say that it was by J.K. Rowling and even put her picture on the back?


"Oh, Matt," Isabella cried, stroking Harry's cheek with her hand. "I died right along with you…"

"Help me," Harry hissed to Sirius, who was looking at the two with amusement. "She thinks I'm Matt!"

"I can see that."

"Uh, Mrs—Mrs. Jessup? Maybe you should lie down," Harry tried. Isabella looked up at Harry in confusion, but her eyes shone and sparkled with laughter and joy.

"Mrs. Jessup? When have I been 'Mrs. Jessup' to you, mister?" She said. "You look absolutely exhausted, Mattie. What happened to your leg?" Harry cast Sirius a glance.

"Uh…I, uh, hurt it, er, mum. M-maybe you should lie down, get some rest."

Isabella laughed out loud. "Since when have you been the adult, Matt?" She walked over to the mirror and checked her reflection. Blond hair tangled and messed, eyes bloodshot and puffy, face stained with tears. "Ooh, maybe I should get a shower." She turned back to Harry and Sirius. "Will you watch over my Mattie, Sirius? Just until I get out." Sirius nodded, trying to bite back his smile. "Great, thanks." She gave Harry a smile before stepping into the bathroom and shutting the door shut.

"So what are you going to do, Mattie?" Sirius said, finally letting a smile forming on his lips.

"Shut up," Harry said. "And I don't know. She just won't listen to me when I told her I wasn't Matt." Sirius sighed, finding that he just couldn't keep smiling anymore.

"Maybe after she gets out of the shower she'll…come back to normal."



"Ah, Matt," Isabella said cheerfully after she got out of the shower. "Would you like something to eat, hun?"

"N-no, I'm fine…mum," Harry said, finding it hard to get out. Isabella grinned.

"Okay. Just tell me when you want something and I'll get it, 'kay?"


Isabella turned to Sirius. "Thank you for looking after Matt for me. You can go now if you like."

"No…I think I should stay," Sirius said, giving Harry a look. He caught on.

"Oh, yeah. I really would rather him stay, mum."

"Oh," Isabella said. "All right, then. Can I get you anything, Sirius?" Sirius shook his head.

"Shouldn't you go apologize to Julian or something?" He suggested. Isabella couldn't possibly have looked anymore confused.


"You're husband," Sirius reminded her.

"Oh, right," Isabella said. "Maybe after." She turned to Harry. "Would you like to go visit Harry, Matt? I'm sure he'd be absolutely thrilled to see you again."

"I am Harry," Harry said, finally being able to laugh out loud. "I am Harry Potter, not Matt, Mrs. Jessup." Isabella started to laugh.

"Don't be silly, dear."

"He's right, Isabella," Sirius spoke up. "That is Harry." The laughter soon died from Isabella's lips, and she frowned.

"I think maybe you should leave."

"I can't," said Sirius. "Not unless Harry comes with me."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Isabella argued. "That's Matt. Not Harry."

"I think there's someplace that Harry and I should take you to."

"And where, pray, is that?"

"You'll see." Sirius turned to Harry. "You know where I'm talking about, kiddo?" He asked quietly. Harry shook his head.


"You know," Sirius hissed. "The graveyard where Matt's buried."

"We can't possibly walk there," Harry said, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. Sirius shrugged.

"Maybe the breeze will straighten Isabella out or something." Harry started to laugh.


"What are we doing here?" Isabella asked tentatively. She looked around the graveyard.

"There's something you need to see," Sirius said. He brought Isabella over to Matt's tomb. Isabella's chest started to rise and fall rapidly with her breathing, and she squatted over the tombstone.

"Oh god," she breathed. "'Matthew Christopher O'Brien, 1980 to 1993.'" She read the rest in her head. When she finished, she glanced up at Harry.

"…Harry?" Harry nodded. Isabella burst into tears. "Just take me home now."


"Shh," Julian soothed his wife, letting her bury her head into his chest.

"I'm so sorry," Isabella sobbed. "So sorry…s…so sorry…" Julian looked up at Sirius and Harry, mouthing a grateful and relieved 'Thank you.' Isabella was able to stop sobbing enough to look up at Harry and Sirius.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I don't know what I was talking about. And I don't know what I'd do without you two as my friends. I'd like to have you two back…if you'd let me."

Sirius smiled. "Of course. How 'bout it, kid?" He said to Harry.

"If we must," Harry said with a playful grin. Isabella just grinned.

"That was…something," Harry said when he and Sirius left the Jessup house.

"Mmm," Sirius agreed. "Now we can finally go home and just relax. I really haven't done that in a while."

"Yeah," Harry agreed. "Me neither." They walked home in silence until they stepped into their house. Sirius flopped down on the couch, and Harry (with some difficulty, but just a bit) sat down beside him.

"I don't think I'm ever going to be able to convince Remus that you're not some 'impersonator,'" Harry said forlornly. Sirius grinned faintly.

"It's all right. He'll come around some day, 'cause whether or not you like it, you're stuck with me, kid."

Harry grinned. "That doesn't sound so bad."

"It shouldn't."

"Still," Harry said, leaning up against Sirius like he used to when he was younger. "I wish there was someway Moony could just understand that you're…Sirius."

"I do understand," Remus's voice said from behind the two. He came over and sat down in the chair across from Harry and Sirius.

"That fast?" Harry was impressed. Remus grinned.

"Well, after this morning, it was pretty palpable that that was Sirius."

Oh yeah, Harry thought. He had forgot about what happened that morning. Sirius frowned.

"So what if I'm a deep sleeper? I do need my beauty sleep once in a while, thank you." Remus's grin grew a bit wider.

"It's good to have you back, Black."

"It's good to be back, Lupin," Sirius said with a grin of his own. And finally it clicked—they were back to normal. As normal as could be, that is.

La Fin


A/N: Sadly, this is the last chapter. Not the longest, but it's pretty explanatory, right? Right.

Okay, folks, the moment you've all been waiting for. You've been anticipating for. You've been holding you breath for. (I think, and hope.)

Q: Is there a sequel to 'Amnesia' or not?

A: Well, folks, here's my answer: There will be no sequel to 'Amnesia' UNLESS I get an idea for a sequel. I have no thoughts or ideas for a sequel, so it'd be pretty hard to write one if I don't have any thoughts or ideas. But, if I do get one, then you can be sure to look for one. In the mean time, some suggestions or ideas from the readers would be wonderful, and it might even make a spark for a sequel!

So there's my answer. Thank you for all your kind reviews for this story, I will give you all cookies and milk. (And if you don't like milk, you may take juice or pop.) :-)