Summary: Remus and a mysterious woman from his past show Harry memories of his parents. LE/JP. HBP spoiler alert! If you read, please review!

A/N: Hello everyone! I posted a few chapters of this right before HBP was released, but I decided to take it down and repost it now. If you have read the first one, this is way different except for one of the memories. Hope you like it and don't forget to review.

A Window To The Past

Chapter One

Escape From Privet Drive

Sixteen year old Harry Potter sat on the edge of his bed as he gazed out of his bedroom window at Number Four, Privet Drive, watching the sun set. His small room was filled scattered with days old papers with headings like "The Life and Death of Albus Dumbledore", "Death Eaters at Hogwarts", and "The Fate of Hogwarts Unsure". He was still reeling from the event of the past school year, which had only ended two weeks ago. Harry had still not gotten over the death of his godfather, Sirius, and now the death of Albus Dumbledore – which occurred in front of his own eyes – weighed heavily on him. But what had shocked Harry most of all was who had killed Albus Dumbledore: Snape. Just thinking about his former professor made Harry want to break something – particularly Snape's hooked nose. He still found it hard to believe that Snape, who Dumbledore had fully trusted, had murdered him. And while Harry had never trusted Snape, he never knew that even he could sink so low.

Ever since Harry had returned to Privet Drive, for what was hopefully the last time, he had been avoiding the Dursley's as much as possible, and everyone in the house was just fine with the arrangements. Harry had even seen his Uncle Vernon smile – no, on second thought, smirk – at Harry once or twice and Harry knew exactly why: he knew that his uncle was counting down the days until Harry's seventeenth birthday when he could leave the Dursley's once and for all.

Then he saw them – two darkly cloaked figures, with their hoods pulled over their heads, were approaching Number Four. Harry immediately jumped off of his bed, grabbed his wand, and hurried toward the window to get a better look at the hooded figures. They couldn't possibly be Death Eaters, could they?

Then, as they approached the end of the drive, the taller of the two people lowered his hood. Harry's grip on his wand loosened and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was Remus Lupin. But Harry's relief turned to confusion. Why would Lupin be here? And who was with him? Could be Tonks?

As though the other figure had somehow read Harry's mind, she lowered her hood. At first, Harry thought that it could be Tonks, just in one of her many disguises. But in all of Tonks' disguises, she still looked like herself – and this woman looked nothing like Tonks. This woman was slightly taller, Harry realized as he leaned closer to the window, with light brown, shoulder length hair.

By now, they had reached the door of the house. Harry craned his neck so he could still see Lupin and the unknown woman. Lupin was within reach of the door, but the woman was standing a few steps back, looking slightly nervous. Lupin, apparently noticing that she was not next to him, turned around, walked to where she was standing, took her hands in his, and said something. Looking at the ground, the woman nodded and, together, they approached the door.

Harry heard the doorbell sound through the house. He scrambled out of his room and down the stairs, hoping to get to the door before Aunt Petunia – or worse, Uncle Vernon – answered the door. But before Harry could even get half way down the stairs, Aunt Petunia came bustling out of the living room and opened the door. "Can I help you?" she asked the two apparent strangers.

"Yes, we're here to talk to Harry." said Lupin.

Aunt Petunia tensed. "And who are you?"

"This is Remus Lupin, and I'm Acelin Roberts." the woman said calmly.

Aunt Petunia looked as though she was looking at a ghost. "Acelin," she said in a terrified whisper.

Acelin gave a small laugh. "And here I was thinking that you wouldn't remember me, Petunia."

Harry was extremely confused by this. How could Aunt Petunia, who hated magic, know this witch?

"Harry! Get down here!" Aunt Petunia called.

Harry walked down the stairs, feeling uncomfortable considering everyone was watching him.

"Hello, Harry," Lupin said as he shook Harry's hand. "This is Acelin Roberts," he said, gesturing for her to come forward.

She and Harry had a brief introduction before Uncle Vernon came into the room. He looked from the two strangers talking with Harry, and to his wife before he asked, rather stiffly, "And who is this, Petunia?"

But it wasn't Aunt Petunia that answered; it was Acelin.

"Well, Vernon, I'm Acelin and this is Remus and as long as Harry consents, we want to take him away from here – for good."

Harry turned to Lupin. "Are you serious?" he asked excitedly.

"Yes," said Lupin. "There is a catch, however...it would involved going to Grimmauld Place for a few days...of course, Ron and Hermione will be there tonight as well.

"How do you know me? Have we met before?" Vernon interrupted as he stared at Acelin.

"No," she smiled, "But Lily told me all about you."

Harry did a double take. This woman had known his mother?

"Well, Harry, why don't you go ahead and pack your trunk. I'll help you." said Lupin.

Harry and Lupin turned went up to Harry's room while Acelin stayed with the Dursleys.

"I know that you two were never close with his parents," Acelin said as she turned to Vernon and Petunia, "but he looks just like his father, James. Except his eyes, the only thing he's inherited from Lily."

The Dursleys and Acelin stayed in a awkward silence until Harry and Lupin came back down the stairs. Harry bid goodbye to the Dursleys for what he knew was the last time while Lupin made his trunk feather light. Good riddance, Harry thought as he, Lupin, and Acelin walked to the end of the drive.

"How are we getting to Grimmauld Place?" Harry asked.

"We're taking the Knight Bus," replied Acelin, though Harry noticed a tone of bitterness in her voice.

Lupin flung out his wand arm and, almost instantly, the triple-decker, violently purple bus. Lupin loaded Harry's trunk on to the bus. As soon as Harry took one step on the Knight Bus, Harry heard a familiar voice.

"Well look oo it is, Ern, it's Arry Potter, it is."

"Hi, Stan," he replied as he, Lupin, and Acelin made their way to the back of the bus. Once they sat down, Harry asked, "When did they let Stan out?"

"Just last week," Lupin said as they sat down in a group of chairs. But as soon as they sat down, the bus gave a violent leap. Harry and Lupin managed to hold on, but Acelin tumbled out of her chair and landed with a nasty fall on the floor.

"You okay, Ace?" asked Lupin with laughter in his voice.

She managed to climb back on to the chair, glaring at Lupin at the while. "That is not very funny, Remus. You know how much I hate this bus, and you still suggested it."

"Yes, but luckily ours is the next stop." said Lupin, still smiling.

Yet again, their was another violent lurch, but this time, Acelin managed not to fly out of her chair. Harry looked out of the window to see that they had arrived at Grimmauld Place. Lupin, Acelin, and Harry all got off the bus, Lupin levitating Harry's trunk.

They entered Number Twelve very quietly, hoping not to disturb the portrait of Mrs. Black. Harry felt a terrible pang in his stomach as reality crashed down on him: Sirius was not here, nor would he ever be here again.

"Let's get you settled, Harry." said Lupin as he led the way to Harry's room. Lupin nodded at Acelin, who went down stairs into the kitchen.

Lupin led the way to the room that Harry had shared with Ron two summers ago.

"Hey, Harry," said Ron as Harry and Ron entered the room. Hermione was sitting next to him.

"Hey guys. Thanks a lot," he added to Lupin.

"No problem, Harry. I'll see you all later,"

"So how have you been Harry?" asked Hermione.

"Good. You?"

"Same. Ron said that Bill and Fleur are getting married in two weeks,"

Harry smiled. "How's your Mum taking it?"

"A lot better than she was, since, well...but she's kinda freaking out now. I was glad to get away." Harry and Hermione laughed. Harry easily recalled how Mrs. Weasley was very against the idea of her eldest son marrying Fleur, until Bill had been attacked and Mrs. Weasley had witnessed how much Fleur cared about him.

"Let's go into the kitchen and get something to eat." said Ron.

Hermione rolled her eyes as they made their way down to the kitchen. Just as Ron was about to push open the door, they heard a glass being put – almost slammed – down on table. Hermione flung her arm out to stop them and put her finger to her lips in a be quiet motion.

"Are you alright?" they heard Remus say.

"I honestly don't know," said Acelin, though only Harry knew her name. "It's almost spooky how much they look alike. But I guess really shouldn't be surprised...from the minute Harry was born, he looked exactly like James."

Harry's breath caught in his chest.

"I miss them so much, Remus,"

"I do too, Ace,"

"Can you believe they've been gone for nearly sixteen years?"

"I know. Every time I see those kids I feel like an old man."

Acelin laughed. "But I bet Tonks makes you feel younger."

They could hear Remus laughing with her. "I'm sorry," Acelin continued, still giggling. "But I haven't had time to talk to you outside of Order meetings since I came back, and I couldn't help myself."

"It's alright – I've been ready for it,"

"In all seriousness, though, I like Tonks. In a weird way, she kind of reminds me of Lily; independent, spirited, outgoing–"

"– won't take 'no' for an answer." Remus cut her off as they began to laugh again. "And speaking of out dear Lily..."

"It's all ready." Acelin said, a hint of sadness in her voice. "I put it in the library...and all of the memories were already in chronological order. Are we going to give it to Harry in the morning?"

"Yeah...there's really no point in him seeing it now, as its getting late. But we'll give it to him first thing in the morning. Did you put any of your own in?"

"Just two...it was right after Harry was born...and when I first got it..."

Hermione turned to look at Harry, but he wasn't there, though she had a good idea where he might be. She grabbed Ron's hand and dragged him upstairs to the library. They entered the nearly pitch black room, the only light was an odd, silver–white light, give the room a slightly eerie glow.

And there was Harry, standing next to the Pensieve.

"Harry?" Hermione said cautiously.

He didn't reply.

"Harry, we'll just go upstairs–"

"No," he said in a slightly hoarse voice. "Can–can you guys come with me?"

Ron and Hermione exchanged nervous glances before Ron replied, "Sure, mate, we'll go with you."

They stood directly behind Harry as he fell into the Pensieve, Ron and Hermione right behind him.