Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or settings in this story. They all belong to the evil JK Rowling. *nods* Well, that's pretty much it.

Chapter One

Harry Potter is sitting in the office of Albus Dumbledore the Saturday after he had returned to school to begin his sixth year. Dumbledore had told Harry that he wanted to show him something, so Harry had arrived early. That was a big mistake. Dumbledore was supposed to have met him over an hour ago. Harry rests his hands on his fists.

The instruments surrounding him are whirring and sparkling in the light that is shining in through the window. Harry follows a particular ray of light that travels from the window over to rest on a red book carefully placed on a bookshelf.  The book drew his attention, and he didn't have anything else to do except wait, so he slid the book off the shelf and looked at its cover, which was blank. As he watched, the word Memories appeared. This didn't surprise him, so he continues and opens the book.

On the first page was a picture of a little boy. The boy had a pointed hat on, with a small, thin branch from a tree in his hand. A blanket was tied around his neck. As Harry watched him spin and twirl, he felt like he was being pulled into the picture, much like the feeling of the Pensieve.

Harry then realized that he was standing in the Dursley's living room and that the boy is him, at age five or six.

Little Harry says, "Poof! You're a frog! Ha! A rat!" He was fighting of invisible adversaries. Harry smiles to himself.

I remember that. He thinks. A rat. How ironic. Little Dudley walks into the room. Little Harry smiles at him.

"What are you so happy about?"

Little Harry's smile grows to show all of his teeth. "I know what I'm going to be when I grow up."

"And what's that? A loser?" Little Dudley laughs at his joke.

Little Harry remains unscathed. "No. I'm going to be a magician and make things disappear and pull rabbits out of hats." Petunia walks into the room. "We had one in my class today and he was really cool. His name was Bumblefore or something."

Petunia's head turns at the name. "Harry, what are you doing?"

Little Harry grins. "Magic. Poof." He points his 'wand' at Petunia. She ducks and covers her head. "Vernon!"

Vernon steps in. "Yes, dear?" He then looks at little Harry. His face begins to redden. "What's this?"

Little Harry says somewhat feebly, "I want to be a magician when I grow up."

Vernon's facial hue changes to that oh so familiar shade of purple. He leans in very close to Harry's face. "There's no such thing as magic."

Harry takes a step back and then decides to stand his ground. "Bumblefore said there was."

Vernon grabs the hat off of Little Harry's head. "Well, there isn't. This Bumblefore crackpot was lying to you."

This makes Little Harry angry. His newfound dream had been crushed. He waves his stick at Vernon. Petunia shields Dudley. Vernon's hair suddenly turns the color of his face.

Little Harry covers his mouth with his hand. He stays behind for just a second, gawking, but then he sticks his tongue out and hightails it to his room before they can do anything to him, not thinking of later consequences.

The older Harry smiles. Vernon unsuccessfully tries to get his hair to change back form the horrid shade of purple. This makes Harry grin wider.

"Liar…" He says.

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Somewhere up in his office, Dumbledore smiles and turns the page of the book, his eyes twinkling.

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Ok, that chapter was a little short for my liking, but it was three pages when I wrote it out, so, hey…. Oh well. This one wasn't as funny either. The next ones will, I promise. Please review, and you can tell me who else you would like to see (or Harry to see) when they were young. R/r!