Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I'm very sad about that but I do own my characters that I've made up such as Natalie, Amber, and others.

Summary: What happens when Harry inherits his family's possessions, and one of them is a pensieve?

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Forever Leaving

By Lily's Lil Sis

Harry looked out his bedroom window. He was thinking of how life would be like if Voldemort did not exist. For starters his parents would still be alive and he would be living a happy, carefree life. And Sirius…Sirius would be…alive. Thinking of Sirius made Harry want to scream out and just kick something. He did this the first week he was back at the Dursley's and as a result, he had gotten a huge, red, lump on his foot, that stung every time he walked on it. Voldemort had ruined so many lives and families. He just had to be stopped, and Harry was the only one that could do that. Harry was sick of people always counting on him, just sick of it. The Sorcerer's Stone and Quarrel, the Basilisk and Ginny, the D.A., the triwizard tournament, Sirius…Harry bit his pillow to keep him from letting a tear roll down his cheek. Harry was lurched from his thinking by his Aunt Petunia calling his name for dinner.

"I'm coming." Harry shouted back at her.

He really didn't have any desire for food since he came back home. If you could call it home at all. But he made his way for the door anyway.

When he sat down at the table his plate was already sitting in front of him. He poked at his food miserably. All he wanted to do was go back to his room and sulk, like he had been doing for the past three weeks. After swirling his fork around the small portion of food he had gotten that night, he started up to his room. He lay on his bed facing the ceiling. Slowly, he drifted off into an uneasy sleep from lack of food.

He dreamt of Sirius falling slowly into the veil, the shocked look on his face, calling Harry's name for him to rescue him. But Harry just stood their rooted to the spot trying to figure out what to do. And that was just it, Harry couldn't do anything. He stood there while Sirius was calling his name…Harry, Harry, Harry…

Harry jolted out of his sleep. He looked around his room, and waited for something of some importance to jump out at him. He could feel the cold sweat running down his face ending right below his chin. His glasses that he had not taken of were lopsided on the rim of his nose.

That was it; he had to get out of here, now. He rushed around his room, throwing things into his already open school trunk, books, muggle clothes, school robes. When he was finished packing, he closed his trunk, locked it, threw on a sweatshirt, stuck the empty owl cage under his arm, and swiftly grabbed his wand from his bedside table. Harry didn't even bother to clean up his room in the slightest.

He walked towards the door, and opened it as quietly as he could. Once Harry got it opened he tiptoed down the stairs and onto the hallway that led him to the front door. Harry looked at the door with a glazed over expression on his face. So many people had risked their lives every day to keep him in this house…and now he was leaving it…forever.

Author's Note:

I know, really short. I promise the next chapter will be longer and a lot more interesting.

Please review for me, please. I really want to hear what you have to say.

The next chapter should be up after I get back from Washington D.C, which will be around July 15th.

The next chapter is called The Unexpected Visit, so I'll let you all ponder on that thought for awhile.

While you're waiting for me to get back, you could read my other story, Me Against The World. It's a song parody about Draco and his father, so again, please, please review!

Thank you!

Lily's Lil Sis