"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good" the female voice stood out against the whirring of the video player. The faces of the individuals within the group stood out against the wooden walls of the attic and lit up the entire room- along with Harry Potter's day, maybe month or possibly his year. The unrecognisable individuals roared in agreement to the girl's statement along with small chuckles, Harry became alert immediately at the phrase he himself often repeated. The owner of the voice shot into view on the screen, her blond hair a screen of sunlight spread behind her as she sat cross-legged near the Black Lake of which Harry was so familiar with. She sat pressed up against another young girl the same age as herself, whose red hair flew in the wind. Harry recognised her immediately. His mother. He couldn't believe he was seeing her, young with no idea of what was to come, and furthermore happy.
"Right, will you two pack it in?" a hand covered the screen until a round face appeared, his eyes watering slightly. Harry blanched at the man's face. "Give it back Pete, we're having a laugh. You never know one of our kids could be watching so it's got to be good and God knows how boring you four are!" The female's voice called off screen, Harry felt anger rise at seeing Peter Pettigrew larking around with his father and co. The round face smirked, "Fine, since I'm so boring." and threw the camera towards the two girls who shouted in response, scrambling to catch it. Harry almost wanted to laugh at how close they seemed, how they reacted so familiarly with this unknown girl who was obviously a friend of his mothers.
"Kids? You do realise we will probably never live to the end of the war" voiced a male voice. Harry recognised it immediately as that of his late godfather, Sirius Black. He took joy in the shot of Sirius stood near the lake smoking a cigarette, he looked so undamaged. "Oh, piss off Sirius, have a laugh. Imagine little Jimmy's offspring watching, realising his dad was always a boring old fart." cooed the female voice, the couple shared a laugh imaging James Potters offspring and whom he may conceive it with. Harry frowned, his face a look of pure indignation, he thought long and hard about the blond woman in the video. He could not think of one name who might match that face and neither Sirius nor Remus had mentioned this girl who they were both conversing with in the video. Harry watched with interest as Remus prowled towards the camera and reached over and plucked the girl into his arms whilst his mother filmed.
"Jimmy..." he murmured aloud, this girl she must have knew his father well to call him that as he had never heard anyone else refer to him like that. Her blue eyes twinkled in the video as she screamed whilst Remus repeatedly threw her in the air and caught her. He watched fascinated as his father wrestled the girl out of Remus' arms and protected her from his torment. James Potter had wrapped his arms around the petite girl, whose head just about reached his father's neck. He must have been aware of their dramatic height difference as he gently rested his head upon hers. The Boy Who Lived was caught between the sadness and excitement of seeing his mother and father and the severe discomfort he felt looking at this unknown woman. He wondered if her hands had ever touched him or if she had ever spoken his name. He wondered if she was alive now, had possibly done shopping at Diagon Alley this morning. He wondered if she had died long before he was born, never knew he had existed. Had she died just after this video had been taken?
"What are you- Oh? Harry dear, why are you-", Mrs Weasley's chocolate eyes followed Harry's line of sight to the recording. Currently James had his arms around Peter and Remus dancing in an over-the-top fashion, he could hear his mother laughing uncontrollably due to the look on the males faces. "Oh Harry, you shouldn't be watching this…" Her caring eyes took on a deep sadness as she looked at the figures of the Marauders prancing around on the video, their laughs echoing round the loft of 12 Grimmauld Place. Harry's heart was heavy after watching just minutes of a single recording, knowing there was a box in the corner full of videos. The raven haired man looked straight at Molly, pierced her with two emeralds and asked a dreadful question: "Who was she?"