“Harry isn’t who you think he is.” I started calmly. “Everybody who used to be so close to him now think that he’s a murderous raving lunatic because he did what he was destined to do. People didn’t even hate him this much when they thought that he was the heir of Slytherin.” “He killed a man Cassie! How can we let that go?” Fred exclaimed.

Sirius found himself lowering the newspaper unwillingly and looking over the top at the pensive on his table. He glared at it and started to read a nice safe story about the dragons in Romania but once again he found his mind had reluctantly gone to Harry Potter. He folded the newspaper and set on the table next to the pensieve and he picked up his mug of tea which had cooled down considerably. He glared his eyes at the tea, only to find that he had been glaring the whole time now. He rolled his eyes and cast a heating charm on his tea.

I walked back into my bedroom and stopped. Sitting on the chair looking out the window was my father. He looked up at me and he stood up, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet nervously.

When I got to the corner I inwardly counted to three and then I jumped and yelled the body bind curse. I screamed when a tall person fell to the ground and his partner in crime kneeled down next to him. George looked at me weirdly and yelled back randomly as he undid the curse I put on Fred. I leaned against the wall and tried to catch my breath.

When I stopped falling I found my self in front of Harry’s cell in Azkaban. I wondered briefly why Harry wanted to show me this. I looked in his cell and saw him sitting there, tracing patterns in the dust with his fingers on the ground. Somebody was walking slowly behind me and I turned around to see my father walked towards Harry’s cell looking determined.