I, floweringarlic, have decided to write a multi-chapter story. * Applause * Since I am convinced that Remus Lupin and Sirius Black are together (and seem to be incapable of writing any other type of fic), I have decided to write a story in which Harry finds out about their relationship through a pensieve, some photographs and a few letters and notes found in a box in Sirius' old bedroom. There will be RL/SB, (well, duh) JP/LE, HP/GW, and RW/HG. This takes place a few months after Deathly Hallows. It's my first long fic so please, please, please review and tell me what you think. I own nothing so don't sue. Ciao! (P.S. Points for anyone who can find the reference I stuck in this chapter!)
"Harry?" Hermione stood at the doorway of the drawing room. "Ginny and I were moving Sirius old robes and things out of his room, and we started clearing out the closet, and we… found something."
Harry looked up from where he was playing with his year old godson Teddy Lupin. "What did you find?" Harry became slightly worried when he saw the look on his friend's face.
Hermione bit her lip looking nervous. "You'd better come see for yourself."
Harry picked Teddy up off the floor, and followed Hermione up the stairs to Harry's late godfather's room. Harry's girlfriend Ginny Weasley was sitting on the floor next to her older brother and Harry's best friend Ron. In front of them was a big black box with a lid clamped firmly over the top.
"What's in the box?" Harry handed Teddy over to Hermione and knelt in front of the box.
"It was in the closet." Ginny said. "It had a really strong concealment charm on it and I tripped. Hermione did the counter charm and we opened it and we- Hermione and I- looked inside. There's a bunch of old pictures and notes and a… pensieve."
"We came and got you and Ron right away." Hermione added, wincing slightly as Teddy pulled her hair to get her attention.
"Sirius had a Pensieve?" Harry asked eagerly. He greedily yanked the lid off of the box and peered inside. Resting on top of a cluster of bits of parchment and photographs was a large stone basin covered with odd runic symbols. The basin was filled with a silvery substance that looked like a liquid patronous.
"Harry, are you sure you want to look inside Sirius' memories?" Hermione frowned. "You may not like what you find."
"Of course Harry wants to look." Ron said rolling his eyes. "Sirius was like a dad to him, and besides he probably put a lot of memories of Harry's parents in there."
Harry smiled gratefully at Ron. "Ron's exactly right. I haven't got any of my own memories of my parents. This way I'll get to know them better for myself, instead of what every ones told me. And I'll see Sirius again."
Ginny sighed. "Harry, all Hermione's trying to say is that ignorance is a bliss. We all know how much you want to see your parents and see Sirius again, but these memories might tarnish the ones you already have."
"I haven't got any memories of my parents." Harry said softly, feeling the tiniest bit betrayed. "I just want to see my parents, and Sirius again. Remus too. Is that so wrong?"
A guilty expression formed on Ginny's face. "I guess it won't be too bad if you just take a quick look."
"Of course it wont be too bad." Ron scoffed, and turned to Harry. "You have every right to look. Sirius left you his entire house and everything in it, including the box."
"Harry, I don't think you should look." Hermione shot a glance at the pensieve. "If Sirius wanted you to see the memories he would have shown you himself, or at least have told you about them. And besides-"
"Oh my God, Hermione shut up." Ron snapped. "Why do you always have to rain on everybody's parade?"
Hermione's mouth flew open, before she recovered. "Because Ron, this is wrong. I don't think that Sirius would be very pleased if he knew we were going through his things."
Ron and Hermione continued to argue. Harry turned away from the bickering couple. "Ginny, what do you think I should do?"
The red haired witch studied Harry for a long moment. "Harry, Hermione was right when she said that Sirius would have shown you himself if he wanted you to see, but technically the pensieve is yours now to do as you please. I know you and I know that you'll dwell on this if you don't look."
Harry reached out and gently touched Ginny's hand. "So you think I should look." It wasn't a question.
Ginny paused, and then nodded. "But I also think that you should be prepared to face the consequences. Not all of Sirius' memories are bound to be good ones."
Harry nodded. "Right then." He turned to the still arguing Ron and Hermione. "Oi, you two, I'm going to have a go in the pensieve- don't give me that look Hermione- I'm going to look and I want you three to come with me."
"Oh Harry, are you sure you want us to come with you? This is really personal…"
Hermione trailed off as Harry waved away her protests. "Of course I'm sure. You guys are my best friends and I want you to come with."
"Are we going now?" Ron asked eagerly.
"No. We'll go later tonight after Mrs. Tonks picks Teddy up."
The rest of the day passed in a blur. All Harry could think about was the pensieve in Sirius' room and the memories that were just waiting to be seen. He usually loved taking care of Teddy and watching his godson grow up, but today he couldn't wait till Andromeda Tonks came to number twelve Grimmauld Place to pick up her Grandson.
That night, as soon as the last emerald green flame flickered out in the fireplace, Harry ran up the stairs to Sirius' room where he waited for the others.
"You go first, and I'll follow you in." Harry said when Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had joined him in the bedroom.
"Are you sure you don't want to go first Harry?" Hermione asked timidly.
Harry nodded with excitement bubbling up in his belly. "I'm sure."
Ginny smiled up at Harry and squeezed his hand reassuringly before kneeling in front of the pensieve and putting her face in the silvery liquid. Harry gasped as he watched his girlfriend disappear into the stone bowl. Hermione went next, and then Ron, who paused before putting his face in the basin.
"You alright, Mate?"
Harry nodded, gulping down his uncertainties. "Yeah, thanks."
Then Harry was the only one left. Holding his breath, Harry plunged his face into the pensieve's silvery depths. Feeling the familiar uncomfortable jerk behind his navel, Harry tumbles into the memories of Sirius Black.
Woo! I'm done with the first chapter! I know it's short, but whatever. So, what do you think? Did you like it? Should I continue? Give me ten reviews saying I should and I'll post chapter two. Feel free to give me any suggestions!