For Nina's birthday.

Reconsiderations

As Harry stood by the Pensieve regaining his awareness of himself, he was forced to rethink things.

"He--that boy--he told us about Azkaban and the Dementors," his Aunt Petunia had said, and of course he'd thought she'd been speaking of his father.

Except it hadn't been James Potter she'd spoken of, but instead she'd meant Severus Snape. Had his mother's sister ever even seen his father? Now that he'd seen Snape's memories he found himself rather doubting it. He suspected she'd not attended the wedding of James Potter and Lily Evans, even, much less visited the home his parents had owned in Godric's Hollow.

The chances were, however, that he would never know for certain--not now. Not now, when it appeared he would have to die in order to bring Valdemort down!

Well, Aunt Petunia, he thought, at least you will be able to think of me now as if I had never been born, no matter what happens. Forget about me, you and Uncle Vernon. You might never return to Number Four, Privet Drive; but at least Uncle Vernon will have his drills and a showy house and car somewhere, and you will have Uncle Vernon and Dudley--wherever you are.

As he turned his back on the Pensieve he found himself glad, for some reason he would never have appreciated even an hour earlier he was glad that if the first boy to love his mother was now dead, still her sister would live and know her own level of peace. With that he dismissed her from his mind save to be glad they'd gotten her away with her family before this all began.