Prologue
"I am sorry about this, Harry," Dumbledore said throwing a traveling cloak around his shoulders, "but I'm afraid this is a matter that cannot wait."
"Can I go with you, sir?" he asked hopefully.
Dumbledore smiled at him. "I'm afraid not, Harry. I promise one day soon I will be more than happy to have you accompany me." He paused then added as though he knew the next question that had formed instantly on Harry's lips, "When I feel that you are ready."
Harry's jaw clenched in frustration.
"Even though I am postponing my intended lesson plans for now, there is no need for your time to go to waste," he continued, his eyes sparkling behind his half-moon spectacles. He waved his wand and the ornate cabinet next to the Pensieve opened with a soft click. It was where Dumbledore kept vials upon vials of collected memories.
Harry looked at him, confused.
"Feel free to browse. You may find something useful or informative…or even amusing."
He opened his mouth to ask if all of them had something to do with Voldemort but before he could get the words out Dumbledore had vanished out the office door with a swish of his cloak.
He stood there for a moment unsure of what exactly to do. He slowly approached the cabinet and peered at the shelves of dusty bottles. Each one was labeled with the name of the person whose memories the vial contained. His eyes skimmed over the names and recognized a few of them.
Ludo Bagman. Bathilda Bagshot. Professor Cuthbert Binns. Headmaster Phineas Nigellus Black….
Harry's heart quickened.
His hand trembled slightly as he reached for a vial labeled, "Sirius Black."
Why did Dumbledore have a vial of Sirius' memories?
His eyes continued to roam the rows of vials. He now wondered if…
His heart leapt as it continued to hammer against his rib cage.
Remus Lupin.
He plucked it off its shelf as well and continued, searching.
Then there they were. Two vials side by side labeled "James Potter" and "Lily Evans Potter."
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