A/N Hi to all readers (and hopefully reviewers!).This is my 2nd attempt at
a HP fic (I pulled my first one).. please review at the end...
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters. They all belong to J K Rowling but I might a few O/Cs.if so, then I'll state it in my next chapter disclaimer.
Living through Memories
Harry Potter stared glumly at the wall in front of him. He was back at the Dursley's, awaiting his sixth year.
His owl, Hedwig was out hunting so even if he had felt like, he couldn't write to anyone. Not that there was anyone to write to. Ron. Hermione. Siri- no, not Sirius. Sirius was gone.
Harry felt anger spilling inside of him. He had never known his parents, James and Lily. Sirius had provided a parental figure to him and now he too was gone.
Stupid Lord Voldemort
On the thought of him, Harry felt his scar sear with pain and he flinched. The pain subsided but left a prickly feeling.
He stared up at the sky. He would be going to the Order Of The Phoenix Headquarters later in the Summer but until then, he was stuck here.
On second thought, he didn't want to go back to number 12, Grimmauld Place. The memory of who it had belonged to still hurt.
Harry blocked the thought out. He didn't want to think about it.
After all, what did he have left?
Memories.
A lot of memories. Images clouded in his head and he shook it, trying to make sense of the pictures that were fighting to escape. His parents, Sirius. The image clouded briefly and then cleared.
Harry swore, as if that would make his life normal. Looking around, he saw Hedwig swooping in. In her claws, a large package. Even from a distance, Harry could tell that she was struggling with it. She swooped past him and dropped it into his open arms. Astounded by its weight, Harry almost dropped it.
It was large and wrapped in cheap, brown butcher's paper. Harry ripped it open eagerly. Inside, another layer of paper and a folded up piece of parchment.
Harry unfolded the paper and looked at the bottom.
It was signed by Sirius.
Harry felt his breath stop momentarily. Then his eyes flickered to the top and he began to read.
Harry.
If you are reading this then my time has probably come. I didn't have much but I what I did have is now yours. All of my accounts have been transferred to yours and the key to 12 Grimmauld Place is enclosed. The package that should have come with this card, I think, is particularly important to you. It is your mother's pensieve and she put it into safe- keeping shortly before her death, in the hope that you would receive it when you were ready. Her thoughts and memories have been left in there, completely unaltered. Keep it safe.
Sirius.
Harry finished reading and eagerly ripped the remaining layer of paper off.
The pensieve was old and dusty but still had that swirly, mystical look. As he stared at it, brief images became clear and then disappeared. Looking around, he made sure that nobody was around and then concentrated hard on his parents. Their images floated up and Harry quickly put his head to them and was pulled into the memory of seventeen year old Lily Evans.
TBC..
R/R.tell me what you think. This story is mainly going to be memories.really a Lily/James fic.. please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters. They all belong to J K Rowling but I might a few O/Cs.if so, then I'll state it in my next chapter disclaimer.
Living through Memories
Harry Potter stared glumly at the wall in front of him. He was back at the Dursley's, awaiting his sixth year.
His owl, Hedwig was out hunting so even if he had felt like, he couldn't write to anyone. Not that there was anyone to write to. Ron. Hermione. Siri- no, not Sirius. Sirius was gone.
Harry felt anger spilling inside of him. He had never known his parents, James and Lily. Sirius had provided a parental figure to him and now he too was gone.
Stupid Lord Voldemort
On the thought of him, Harry felt his scar sear with pain and he flinched. The pain subsided but left a prickly feeling.
He stared up at the sky. He would be going to the Order Of The Phoenix Headquarters later in the Summer but until then, he was stuck here.
On second thought, he didn't want to go back to number 12, Grimmauld Place. The memory of who it had belonged to still hurt.
Harry blocked the thought out. He didn't want to think about it.
After all, what did he have left?
Memories.
A lot of memories. Images clouded in his head and he shook it, trying to make sense of the pictures that were fighting to escape. His parents, Sirius. The image clouded briefly and then cleared.
Harry swore, as if that would make his life normal. Looking around, he saw Hedwig swooping in. In her claws, a large package. Even from a distance, Harry could tell that she was struggling with it. She swooped past him and dropped it into his open arms. Astounded by its weight, Harry almost dropped it.
It was large and wrapped in cheap, brown butcher's paper. Harry ripped it open eagerly. Inside, another layer of paper and a folded up piece of parchment.
Harry unfolded the paper and looked at the bottom.
It was signed by Sirius.
Harry felt his breath stop momentarily. Then his eyes flickered to the top and he began to read.
Harry.
If you are reading this then my time has probably come. I didn't have much but I what I did have is now yours. All of my accounts have been transferred to yours and the key to 12 Grimmauld Place is enclosed. The package that should have come with this card, I think, is particularly important to you. It is your mother's pensieve and she put it into safe- keeping shortly before her death, in the hope that you would receive it when you were ready. Her thoughts and memories have been left in there, completely unaltered. Keep it safe.
Sirius.
Harry finished reading and eagerly ripped the remaining layer of paper off.
The pensieve was old and dusty but still had that swirly, mystical look. As he stared at it, brief images became clear and then disappeared. Looking around, he made sure that nobody was around and then concentrated hard on his parents. Their images floated up and Harry quickly put his head to them and was pulled into the memory of seventeen year old Lily Evans.
TBC..
R/R.tell me what you think. This story is mainly going to be memories.really a Lily/James fic.. please review!
