'Ello! I ish Lady Tide. Yes, yet another badly written story. -sigh- Basically about Parry Hotter-ahem, I mean, Harry Potter. XD Oh well. Please read an review.

Edit;; Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Yeah, I'm pissed. I had to reupload all the fucking chapters, so here you go. Fuck.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter stuff and yadda yadda....

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Prologue

My finger traced the yellowing pictures gently as my eyes hovered over each photograph hesitantly.

Mum and Dad. Sirius.

Why did they go? Why did the leave? Why?

A tear dropped gently against the photograph, and I hastily wiped my glistening eyes as I pulled my black spectacles from my paling face.

"Harry?"

I looked up at the mirror, gazing at my reflection for a few seconds. The same unkempt, black hair. The same face. All the same, except for the scar and the eyes. No, the eyes were my mother's. I looked past that to see a tall, honey-haired girl of sixteen.

"Yes Hermione?" I echoed back in the melancholy tone I had come to use these past few months.

"Harry... Please come down. You can't stay up here forever." came Hermione's timid voice. Ah, Ron must have bullied her into talking to him. When would they learn...

"I can't come down now. I'm busy." came my soft reply.

I felt the angry yet sorrowful glare against my back, and I knew how worried everyone else must be. But I couldn't go down. Not when I could be up here, soaking up the memories.

"Please Harry. You haven't eaten at all lately." Hermione pleaded, her golden eyes still gazing at me in obvious concern.

I shook my head and averted my gaze to my dirty sneakers. "Leave me alone." I said quietly, praying she wouldn't detect the bitter woe in my voice. Apparently she did, and turning to leave, she shot me a saddened expression before descending down the stairs of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.

I cleared the guilty thoughts from my mind and glanced around at the dusty, worn boxes, filled with things that would either bring tears to my eyes or brighten my day. I hoped it brightened my glum day.

I stood up slowly, sauntering around at the marked boxes. 'Sirius', 'School', 'Friends'. How many were there? A small sigh escaped my lips as I neared an especially ancient box of crumbling cardboard. I turned, about to walk past it when my elbow knocked against it, causing the withering box to fall down in a crash, it's contents spilling over the creaking floor.

I tensed up, glancing immediately at the doorway for any signs of movements. When no one came thundering up, a sigh of relief whooshed through my parched lips. I glanced over the strewn items, and moved my hand to dump the useless items back into the box when a flash of deep red caught my eye.

I dropped the things in my hands and reached for the book, my fingers meeting the soft fabric of velvet. I looked at the gold letters across the cover and a loud gasp emitted from my lips.

Lilian Samantha Evans

I instantly opened the little book. Or at least, tried to. I finally noticed the lock at the side after a minute of unsuccessful opening. 'Damn it,' I thought.

There had to be a key somewhere..... Or maybe I could pick the lock? Yes..

I began scanning the floor for a paper clip. Something long, thin, and tiny. Hmm.....

"DAMN!" I cried out, looking at my finger as a tiny droplet of crimson grew on my thumb. I pulled the tiny needle from my thumb and slipped the pin into the lock, searching around and waiting for the.... Ah, there was the click.

Suddenly, a soft yet angry voice echoed around the room.

"Harry James Potter, I forbid you from reading the words scrawled upon the parchment of this book."

I leaped back, another gasp forming inside me. "M-m-om?" I stammered in a disbelieving voice. Was it really her?

"Yes, Harry. This is mum. I'm sorry, but I forbid you from reading this." Harry quirked an eyebrow. Like that would stop him?

"I'm sorry mum, but I'm going to read it anyw-"

"Harry? Harry, who are you talking to?"

I jumped up, clamping the opened book shut as I hid my hands from wary eyes. "Mrs. Weasley?" I asked, cursing myself mentally at my quavering voice.

"Harry dear, are you all right?" I heard her hesitance as she stopped to listen. "I couldv'e sworn I heard.. Oh well.. Dear boy, you've been locking yourself up here for hours! Come on down and have a bite to eat!" called the loving, plump, Mrs. Weasley. Her mane of bright red hair came into view. "There you are. Come along, I won't take no for an answer. We've missed you lately!"

I had no choice but to submit to defeat. I let a tired smile wipe over my features as I said,"I'll be down in a minute Mrs. Weasley." A tiny sigh whooshed out when I saw her nod her head.

"Okay dear. And hurry it up!"

I just nodded my head absently, my hands tracing the velvet of my mother's diary; at least, I assumed it was her diary. Why else would a projectile of her voice prohibit me from laying my eyes on the words that lay within?

A mischievous smirk lit up on my face as I strictly disobeyed her. "Sorry mum, but I'm just going to have to do this." I whispered in apology, not wanting anyone below to hear me. I heard an exasperated sigh whistle through the dusty attic.

"He's just like you James." came a hazy reply.

"Ah, yes. And it seems our dear Padfoot here has taught him a few tricks." A faint laughter could be heard...

"Yes, James, indeed I have. Though he does seem to have a bit of your worried ways." More laughter and a haughty "Hmmph".

My heart sped faster. Were they here? Were they ghosts? A deep yearning broke out inside my as I listened intently. But the sounds faded away, as did the warmness that came over me.

Another sigh escaped me as I opened the book, and a thought came to me; Was this like Tom Riddle's diary? I bit my lip in excitement as I stuffed the tiny book inside the sleeves of my over-sized shirt. I stopped though, as I heard an impatient voice call faintly up the stairs.

"Harry dear, come down now!"

I sighed and called back,"I'm coming Mrs. Weasley!"

A smile thought lost replaced my smirk. If this was what I thought it was, then this indeed was a link to the past...

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Yesh, terrible wasn't it? So short. -sigh- Oh well. Read and review please.

Lady Tide