" Harry! Harry, wake up! " A familiar voice whispers harshly into Harry's ear, just as he is about to fall into a fitful sleep. He open's up one eye to see that it's Hermione who was talking. She was leaning over her desk and proding him in the shoulder roughly. Opening his other eye he suddenly remembers where he is. Potion class.

His head snapped up off of his desk hurridly, giving Hermione a greatful look as she stares at him looking slgihtly worried. He see's Snape up at the front of the class, potion bottle in hand as he yells at Neville for doing something wrong with his ingredients. Wiping his eye's with the back of his hand, Harry stiffles a yawn. He knows that his potion is probably ruined, not that it made a big difference, it was probably not right to begin with. Falling asleep in class seemed to be habit now, this was the third time today that he had taken a nap during a lesson. He was lucky that Snape had't seen him, or Gryffindor would have had to pay for his drowsiness.

The reason for his fatugue wasn't a mystery to Harry, he knew why, and so did everyone that had to share a dormitory with him. He had been having nightmares for the past few weeks, nightmares that he had been doing his best to ignore. His new method for getting rid of them was to just not sleep at all, or at least not very much. And all though this was an effective way to stop the nightmares, it wasn't a very wise dicision, because now his grades were going down hill from their already midocre stand point. Plus, not having the nightmares only made him think about it twenty-four seven, it was literally driving him crazy.

The dream consisted of the two subjects that were the most sensitive to him: His parents, and his godfather. That was why he was suspicious of the meaning of the dream, having been tricked by his nightmares before, he wondered if this particular nightmare had a hidden agenda as well. In the dream, he saw his Parents and Sirius talking to eachother. They didn't seem to see Harry as he tried to get their attention, after a few minutes of their conversation they start to fall, slowly at first, but then fast as Harry watches them pumeling into a pool of silvery mist. That's usually when Harry would wake up, he never got to see anything after that. Ron knew about these nightmare's becuase his bed was right next to Harry's, and since Ron knew, that meant Hermione knew as well. Ron and Hermione had been a couple since the begining of that year, and anything Ron knew, he told Hermione. Not that this really bothered Harry much, considering that he would have told Hermione about the dream anyway.

Speaking of Hermione, Harry glanced at her. She was still looking at him, concern written all over her face.

" Are you okay? " She whispered quietly, after eyeing Snape to make sure he wasn't looking. Harry nodded slighty, trying to smile to show her that he really was alright, but he could't quite pull it off.

" I'm just tired. " He said, making her nod sympathetically.

" I think you should try to get some sleep tonight... " She said, looking away when she noticed that Snape was done talking to Neville. Nodding practically to himself Harry turned back to his useless potion vile. His neglected potion ingrediants lay scattered around his desk, and he made an attempt to add a few of them into his potion in the right order. Ron, who was sitting next to him, was trying to correct his own potion, that was now bubbling profusely.

The rest of the class went by unnaturally slow, since it was double potions. It was the end of the lesson and Harry was more than ready to leave, skip dinner and walk straight to his dormitory to go to sleep. But of course, anything he wanted to do was prevented by Snape, who told everybody that they had to stay in class until every potion had been turned in. Harry was standing in line behind Ron who was next. Hermione had already turned hers in and was now waiting for Harry and Ron at the door. As usual, her's had been perfect, but that still hadn't stopped Snape from complaining about stupid things such as the "thickness being unprofessional" or something like that, whatever it was, it caused Hermione to get an A on the assignment, which didn't give Harry any chance at all at even passing.

" What kind of Professor do you take me for Weasley? " Snape was saying to a confused looking Ron. He was holding the potion at arm's length as if it disgusted him. He shook his head, taking out his quill and marking on a filled piece of parchment. Ron's ear's went red as Snape drew a large D right beside Ron's name, looking up the list Harry saw that almost all of Ron's marks were D's, which was almost as bad as the way's Harry looked. Snape shooed Ron away, and Ron more than willingly shuffled over to a eagerly awaiting Hermione. They kissed quickly, before both of them turned to watch Harry.

Harry reluctantly stepped forward with his pityful little vile, he knew he was about to recieve an awful grade, so as Snape snatched the vile away from him rudely, he prepared himself for the worse. Snape seemed to take forever to study Harry's unfinished potion, finally after an agonizing minute, that Harry was sure lasted a life time, Snape finally looked over at him.

" You would think, " He started, taking his wand out of his cloak pocket and pointing it at the potion. " that after six years in my class, you would at least be able to make a simple paralysis draught, without ruining it completely... " He growled, muttering something under his breath, causing Harry's potion to disapear. Harry let out a sigh, as Snape smiled slightly as he marked on his parchment. Harry didn't even bother to look at the writing as he turned around and walked over to the other two.

Their was a frown forming on Hermione's lips as Harry opened the large metal door of the dungeon. The three of them walked the whole corridor without saying a word, Harry's eye lids were getting extremely heavy as they walked straight across the entrance to the Great Hall and toward the first of many staircases that lead up to the Gryffindor common room.

" Are you sure your alright Harry? " Hermione asked breaking the silence that was practically putting him to sleep standing up. Harry glanced over at her, coming out of a sort of sleepy trance.

" Yeah...I just really need to sleep, I don't even care if I have a nightmare or not... " Harry muttered taking one exhausting step upwards. Hermione nodded thoughtfully.

" You look awful, I still think you should go to Dumbledore, or at least write to Lupin about it. " She said, he saw her link hand's with Ron. That was the third time today that she had requested that he tell Lupin about the dream's. But Harry didn't really see a need to tell anyone about them, it wouldn't do anything but cause people to get worried, and Harry had had enough drama to last him a lifetime and he didn't have any interest in having anymore.

" I'm not gonig to tell Lupin, he doesn't need to know. "

" Okay, I'm just worried about you is all... " She said, sounding hurt. Harry sighed heavily, he needed to sleep, if he didn't he was going to scare everyone away from him, including Ron and Hermione.

" I know...I'm sorry, I just need to sleep. "

They were making their way onto the second floor landing when Professor McGonagall rounded the corner, nearly knocking them over. She looked winded, and a little stressed, but she always had that look of strictness about her, and Harry was to tired to try and tell the difference between the two emotions.

" Oh, thank goodness Harry I've been looking all over for you. " She said, looking relieved that she had run into them. Harry just stood there waiting for her to elaborate.

" I need you to come with me Potter, Dumbledore needs to see you. " She said, causing Harry to groan inwardly, normally he would have at least tried to hide his annoyence, but he didn't really see the point in doing so now.

" Professor, I don't mean to be rude, but I really just want to go to my dormitory. Do you think this could wait till tommorow? " Harry asked, hoping that it could. Why couldn't anybody see that he just wanted to go to sleep? McGonagall shook her head slowly, giving him a thoughtful look.

" I'm afraid not dear, it's a family matter... " She said giving him an odd look. Harry's drowsiness disapated completely at her last words. He was now totally alert, staring at McGonagall with all his attention.

" A...a what? " He asked. She shook her head again and motioned him foward.

" Mr. Weasley...Miss Granger, do you mind going to your common rooom to perhalps wait for Potter, I'm sure you understand that this is a personal matter. " She said looking at Ron and Hermione, who stood their silently for a moment before nodding their heads. Harry didn't really think that it was that nessisary to have Ron and Hermione leave, but didn't yet have the energy to argue.

" Yeah, sure... " Ron muttered.

" We'll be in the common room Harry. " Hermione said, she waved slightly giving McGonagall a last nervous look before the two of them walked up the next flight of stairs. Harry didn't know whether to feel good or bad about the fact that Ron and Hermione weren't coming with him, and since Professor McGonagall apparently wasn't in the mood to talk, he probablt wasn't going to know.

" Come with me... " She said turning in the opposite direction, and stepping on a different staircase than the one Ron and Hermione had taken. Harry knew the way to Dumbledore's office by heart, this gave him ample time to think of what Professor McGonagall meant by I family matter /I , considering the fact that Harry didn't have any family left, unless you counted the Dursley's, which were the worlds most saddess excuse for a family ever seen. Crossing out that possibility he started thinking about what else it could be. But the more he thought about it the more he came to the conclusion that...he had no idea what it could be. They walked down the familiar halls, only stopping once so that McGonagall could yell at Peeves, who had managed to knock over all of the portraits on that corridor. Once Peeves was contained, they walked the remaining way to the giant Gargoyle that he knew lead up to Dumbledore's office.

" Lemon sours. " McGonagall muttered, she was facing the Gargoyle along with Harry as they waited for it to move. Seconds later the stone creature jumped aside, revealing a long revolving staircase, that reminded Harry of the escalators that Muggles used in their malls, and office buildings. Harry stepped onto the stairs behind McGonagall and waited while the moving steps carried the two of them upwards. After reaching the top, the stairs stopped and a large wooden door sat in front of them. Professor McGongall knocked three times, then pushed the door open slowly.

Harry followed her inside, the surroudings of Dumbledore's office coming into view. The many portraits scattered on the walls, all of which were staring either at him with looks of reconition, or at Dumbledore with looks of confusion. There were hundreds of little trinket's lining the shelves that were mounted on the wallsor standing in the corner's. Dumbledore himself was sitting at his desk, writing on a piece of parchment, quill moving back and forth quickly. He looked up as they made their way over to him.

" Ah...Harry, thank you for coming. " He said, placing his quill back into it's holder, and flipping the parchment onto it's front side. He looked up and motioned to the chair that was facing his desk. Harry took it gratefully, sinking into it's soft cushion. Dumbledore stared at him for a few seconds before speaking.

" How are you feeling? " He asked, seeming to catch the fact that something was wrong. But Harry had already dicided against telling anyone else about what was bothering, so he'd have to lie about it, knowing that Dumbledore could probably tell that he wasn't being truthful.

" I'm fine, just tired. Er..Professor McGonagall said that you needed to see me... " Harry said, hoping to get this over with quickly, or at least get to whatever it was. Dumbledore nodded slowly, then quite suddenly he got up from his chair.

" Yes...I have something that belongs to you... " He said walking over to the cabnet closest to his desk. Harry knew this cabnet, it was the same one that had held Dumbledore's pensieve almost two years ago, but why was he going into it now? He pulled open the cabnet door and poked his head inside. From his position Harry couldn't see into the cabnet, so he waited quietly as Dumbledore looked for whatever it was that he wanted Harry to have.

Finally Dumbledore's head emerged from the cabnet, and he now held something in his hands. It was a pensieve, that much Harry knew. It wasn't Dumbledore's though. It was a large stone basin, very simular to Dumbledore's, but this one had different disigns on the sides. Dumbledore shuffled back over to his desk and placed the pensieve down in front of Harry. The silvery substance was swirling around in circles in a very tempting way, for some reason Harry felt drawn to it, even before Dumbledore told him what it was.

" A pensieve... " Harry muttered, stating the obvious. Dumbledore nodded, glancing at the liquid inside the basin, then meeting Harry's gaze.

" Yes...your father's to be exact. " He said, there was a hint of a smile on his face.

" My...father's? " Harry asked, now staring at the silver liquid so hard he was scared his eye's were going to go cross, but he couldn't help it.

" And your mother's. " He added softly, Harry couldn't believe it. This pensieve held memories of his parents. He could learn so much from this, so many thing's lay in this basin that could answer many if not all his question's about his past. Reluctantly Harry tore his eye's from the pensieve, Dumbledore was sitting down again, seemingly waiting for Harry to ask him something.

" Why are you just now giving this to me? " Harry asked, wishing that he had had this last year, when he had been questioning his father's morality.

" Well, it belonged to Sirius then, but it's yours now. " He said, now smiling visibly, Harry didn't know if he was capible of smiling or not. He was suprised that his father even kept a pensieve, and was even more suprised that Sirius had never shown him, let alone tell him about it. But all those things didn't matter anymore, the only thing that mattered was that he held his parents thought's and memories in his hands, and they were free for Harry to look at whenever he cared too.

" Thank you. " Was all Harry was able to say. Dumbledore shook his head.

" Don't thank me, I've done nothing. You may leave now if you'd like, just please don't let many people know about this, and I'll ask you that if you do decide to go into a memory, take someone with you, may I suggest two...people... " He said sugestively. Harry nodded, then eased himself out of the chair. Carefully he cupped the large bowl into his hands and gripped it tightly. He turned around and made his way out of the office, and it was then that he noticed that Professor McGonagall must had left at some point.

Walking up six flights of stairs turned out to be quite a hastle when you were carrying a rather heavy bowl of thought's. Not to mention the fact that he almost stopped twice to stick his head in the basin to see just one memory, but he stopped himself each time, telling himself that in a few minutes he'd be in the common room with Ron and Hermione and then they would come with him into it, just as Dumbledore had sugested. He was close to totally ignoring his morals and looking into it anyway, but then decided that no memory as worth the chence of getting his father's pensieve taken away.

Luckily for him he reached the Fat Lady without any incident's. Muttering the password, he stepped inside making sure not to bump the pensieve on the side of the portrait hole. Just as Hermione had promised, she and Ron were sitting on the couch in front of the fire. He walked over slowly, then cleared his throat loudly, causing the two of them to turn around. Harry didn't know what to say, but it was clear that Hermione had seen a pensieve before, not that he was suprised.

" Harry where did you... " She muttered as Harry came closer to them.

" It was my parents... " He said placing it on the coffee table in front of the couch. Ron, who had never seen one of these before was looking at the contents in the pensieve with a look of confusion on his face.

" What is- "

" It's a pensieve Ron. " Hermione said sounding like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Ron was still looking confused.

" It was your parents? Then why didn't you get it sooner, I mean you could learn so much, you could even- " Hermione started, but Harry cut her off.

" It belonged to Sirius, and now that...well now it belongs to me... " Harry said, making Hermione sigh quietly and settle back down.

" You know, you can go inside the memories... " Harry said, throwing the fact out into the open, he had been so excited about going into it, he hadn't even thought about one of the two or both of them even, not wanteing to go into his parents memories.

" Yes, are you going to? " Hermione asked, Ron now looked a bit frightened. Harry took a deep breath before answering.

" Of course I am...I mean how could I not? " He asked, Hermione nodded knowingly.

" Yeah sure. " She muttered.

" Dumbledore told me that if I did...I should take someone else with me. " Harry said looking at Hermione hopefully. At first she seemed to not understand what he was tryint o imply, but then her face filled with a look of understanding.

" Oh, Harry. Of course I will, Ron will too. " She said smiling slgihtly. Ron's head turned to Hermione.

" Ron will what? " He asked curiously, looking a little bit agrivated. Harry looked over at him.

" I'm asking you to go with me and Hermione into my parents memories. " Harry said bluntly. Ron eye's went wide for a moment.

" Oh... " He breathed glancing once at Hermione. She nodded.

" Listen if you don't wont to... " Harry said letting the sentence hang.

" No! No...I will...er, when? " He said reassuringly. Harry sighed again, looking at the both of them.

" Now's as good a time as any. " Harry said motioning to the pensieve. The other two nodded and Harry felt grateful to have the two of them. It was very likely that throughout those memories he would see somethings that he probably would rather not see, but he had too. And if he had too, then he was glad they'd be with him...