Title: Looking in Dad's Pensieve

Author: dragonriderhp

Summary: What would happen if Harry came across his Dad's old Pensieve? He would be able to see his Dad's life, that's what, and how he, Harry, came to live. Some romance with L/J, mostly General or Humor. HBP Spoilers!

A/N: Well, I'm really excited for this story. Its not a one shot, I really want to finish it, so if I get lots of reviews, I'll be very happy and probably update sooner! The first chapter will be Harry coming across the Pensieve, then every chapter after that (unless said) will be a new memory. Yes, the chapters could be somewhat short that way, but there will be a lot! Please Read & Review!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize.

Looking in Dad's Pensieve

Chapter 1: Blue Light

Magnolia Crescent was dark and empty. The only light came from a dying street bulb; it flickered out at the first breeze of wind. Nobody was stirring.

A loud POP echoed throughout the empty wasteland. A cloud of birds flew into the black sky at the appearance of a tall, untidy haired boy.

Harry Potter, 18, walked along the road, muttering to himself. He had messy black hair that stuck up in the back and brilliant green eyes. He was fairly tall, and well built from all his years of Quidditch.

It was August, and Harry had just graduated from school. Not just any school, though. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry. Harry was a wizard. He had graduated alongside his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, just this previous June. Ron's family had been nice enough to show great hospitality and let him stay there over the summer until he found his own place.

Harry Potter was no ordinary wizard, and that's saying something, seeing as wizards aren't really all that ordinary. He had lost his parents when he was a mere child; they had been murdered by Lord Voldemort. Voldemort had tried to kill Harry too, but the spell had backfired. Voldemort was decreased to something barely living, where all Harry had gotten was a lighting-bolt shaped scar on his forehead.

The scar was still there, constantly reminding Harry not only of the dreadful loss of his parents, but the intense war he had previously gone through last summer. He had defeated Voldemort, miraculously discovered Sirius Black, Harry's godfather and his dad's best friend, found Dumbledore alive and well, and returned with him to school that next year. Harry didn't except to destroy all the horcruxes and that's the only reason why he broke up with Ginny Weasley.

Yes, Ginny was Ron's sister. Harry and her had gotten together for about two months in Harry's sixth year. But Harry didn't know if he was to return to Hogwarts, let alone survive the war, so he ended things with her. It was one of the hardest things he's ever done.

As soon as he returned to Hogwarts, he got back together with Ginny and had been together happily since.

But currently, Harry was frustrated. Anyone looking by would be able to tell that by his stance: hands in pockets, head looking down. Right now Harry was missing his father more then ever. He knew how he felt about Ginny, but he wasn't sure she felt the same way. He also was still having bad dreams about Voldemort, and previously had gotten in a large argument with Sirius himself. Sirius was beginning to change, and Harry could tell.

Sirius had claimed that Harry would never know James so he should "stop smelling the roses and realize that you can't make yourself be James! He's never coming back and you can't replace him, so stop trying!" Harry had been stricken by that comment. He couldn't believe that Sirius would be so outright cruel to him.

That led to why Harry was here at the moment. As soon as he told Sirius, "Well that what good am I here?" he apparated to Magnolia Crescent. Where his parents were killed by Voldemort.

Harry walked down the street, his head up, reading the addresses on the numbers.

335…

337…

339…

341…

343…

345…

347!

Harry knew it was the house without even looking at the address, which was amazingly stillengraved on a brass plate nailed toa fragment of brick. The house was a ruin; Voldemort had obviously lit the house on fire before he attempted to kill the whole Potter family. Ashes covered the ground; weeds were sprouting up between remains of furniture.

Harry had recently found that coming here was oddly soothing to him. He would sit down on the fragment of a couch at night to think. His mind was strangely clear at that time.

Harry kicked his way through the ruins, brushing ashes and dust out of his way as he made his way towards the couch. He slid his foot along the ground, meaning to move some burnt clothing, but was alarmed when he hit metal.

"What's this?" said Harry quietly. He bent over and began to wipe off the remains from the floor. Harry realized, after 30 seconds of clearing, he had just uncovered a door – a cellar door.

Excitement building up inside him, Harry lit his wand ("Lumos!"). He looked down at the door and saw that it had a brass handle – rusted, of course – and a crest engraved on the wood. It was obviously the Potter crest; Harry had seen it before, embroidered into his invisibility cloak. Harry looked around him at the empty street; all the lights in the houses were off and nobody was outside except him.

Making up his mind, he gripped the handle and pulled upward. Still crouching, he pushed the door over to the opposite side. Harry peered down into the darkness. But, wait – it wasn't darkness. A blue light was flickering slowly from inside the cellar. Harry gripped his wand tighter and pointed it at the stairs. They seemed stable enough.

Harry began the descent downwards, the blue light getting brighter. He stepped on an older stair and his foot fell through.

"Oh – come one…just like the trick step – get out!" Harry muttered under his breath, yanking his foot out. He hurried the rest of the way down the stairs and touched the ground lightly.

Harry raised his wand, looking around him.

He was in a fairly nice room. A couch, table, and bookshelf were against the north wall. A dartboard hung on the wall behind the stairs. Looking closer, he could see a door leading into a wine cellar. But those didn't matter; he wanted to find the source of the blue light.

Gazing around the room, Harry saw a cabinet pushed up against a wall. As he got closer, he realized that the blue light was flickering around the edges of the door. Excited, Harry crossed the room infour large strides. He paused, one hand holding his wand, the other holding the door handle. He thought of Ginny, Ron, and Hermione. He hesitated, but then an image of Sirius yelling at him flew into his mind and Harry yanked open the door.

A Pensieve was glittering back at him. The blue light had obviously been coming from the memories and thoughts dancing around inside the basin. As Harry looked closer, he could see the words JAMES POTTER engraved on the side of the basin.

Harry gasped. "This is my Dad's Pensieve!" said Harry excitedly.

He hurriedly whispered, "Nox!" The light went out, and Harry prodded the surface of the Pensieve with his wand. The surface swam for a moment, before an image of a large sitting room came into focus.

Harry looked around him, looked back and the Pensieve, and said aloud, "Well Sirius, I think I can know my dad now!"

And with that final statement, Harry plunged his head into the surface.

A/N: Well, what do you think? Is it good so far? Yes, I know its short, but its only because I can't put to much in a chapter. From now on it will be one memory per chapter. Now, please

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