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~~THE LOST PENSIEVE~~
SYNOPSIS: There are certain things Harry Potter, the Chosen One, the one who had lived, had never heard of. Things that Albus Dumbledore, the highly respected ex-Headmaster of the famous school of Witches and Wizards, Hogwarts, had never uncovered. Things that had something to do with the lost pensieve of the girl, who had always known what and how it had happened back in time. She's just an ordinary witch but her pensieve would have unlocked the greatest mysteries of everything about Tom Riddle's school life before he rose as the Dark Lord. This is the story about the lost pensieve of a girl named Isabella Swan.
PROLOGUE
"Because I could not stop for Death -
He kindly stopped for me -
The Carriage held but just Ourselves -
And Immortality."
—Emily Dickinson
THINGS HAD AT LAST CALMED DOWN AFTER THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC HAD FALLEN DUE TO THEIR UNTIMELY COURSE OF ACTION AND LACK OF PREPARATION. Death Eaters had escaped Azkaban and caused havoc with the Dementors, as he-who-must-not-be-named controlled the magical world with force and dark magic. It had been five years since the Chosen One, Harry Potter, defeated the Dark lord and his horcruxes. Yet even after those years, people still can't get over what happened.
Everyone is both happy and sad back at the Burrow. They had buried Fred, Lupin, Tonks and others who died for the school right next to Dumbledore's. What they did would forever be remembered by the people and the future generation.
Harry Potter resumed dating Ginny Weasley after the war and started to live with the Weasleys. While, Hermione Granger reinstated her parents' memories after things had calmed down. Ron Weasley went with her and swore never to leave her side.
Back at Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall became the Headmaster of the now safe school. The other Professors retained their positions and everything went bliss. They had found another Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and it is believed that he would last for quite long since the curse Voldemort had inflict in this position is now gone. Things went back to normal by the start of a new school year or it became better since Slytherins had become a bit nicer.
Summer as a legal adult became such a privilege to twenty-two year old Harry Potter. He had visited Dumbledore's great tomb right after he had come to Lupin's. Dumbledore's tomb was once corrupted by a dark wizard who tried to get a hold of the most powerful wand in the world and yet unsuccessful. The wand was returned to its rightful owner and never been bothered again. Harry wanted to do this visit alone for the sake of solemnity. Besides, he would prefer a little quiet time every once in a while.
At the end of the day he decided to just stroll around. But absentmindedly he came across the place where he thought he had died yet managed to live, the place where Voldemort attempted to kill him. He wasn't afraid but it felt uncomfortable being there once more. He decided not to stay any longer and continued his way out of the woods, yet it happened that he stepped at the one object Harry never gave another thought for the past five years.
Who knew that he would once more stumble across the black stone? It is one of the three Deathly Hallows. It was the stone engraved on Marvolo Gaunt's Ring. Harry had forgotten about this...not until today though.
He hesitated on picking it up or just persists on going home. He went on to the castle and left the ring. He knew it was a wise decision but he can't help but wonder. There was a sense of déjà vu crawling on his insides and it just made him more uncomfortable about leaving the stone behind. He didn't know what it meant but he is unwilling to find out. For once, Harry didn't like to be in trouble.
"Oi 'Arry!" Hagrid called as he saw him crossing the fields. His appearance didn't change over time. Even after five years. Harry shook the thought away as he approached him, a big grin on his face. It was just five years, besides he is half-giant any way. They don't change as much.
"Hey, Hagrid," said Harry. His strides are a bit longer due to his growth spurt long ago.
Hagrid dropped his ragged umbrella—or wand as Harry recalls—grabbing Harry which was not really unexpected. "How yer doing boy, haven't seen you long." Hagrid engulfed him in a big hug that made him instantly crave for air. "It's great to see yer still alive, Fang missed yer company too. Wanna have some tea b'fore you go?"
"Er...no thanks Hagrid. It's kinda little late. I must be going before ten." Hagrid's face fell, but he nodded making Harry feel a little bit bad.
"Well, there's still next time and Minerva wanted to talk to you so maybe later..." Confusion and curiosity eat upon him as he processed what Hagrid just said.
Harry waited. "Talk about what?" He decided to ask when Hagrid didn't continue.
"I dunno," Hagrid shrugged and continued to walk alongside him, leading him to the castle. They talked about how Fang is getting old and Hagrid fears that he'll leave him. Harry felt the same. Fang had saved him in many occasions and him 'leaving' is just a terrible thought. It reminded him of Hedwig. A faint pain shot through his chest at the memory. "Yer 'kay, 'Arry?"
"Er...I'm alright." He scurried a little bit faster so Hagrid can't see his face or more like see through his mind. Hagrid dropped the subject as he saw how Harry reacted. It wasn't just because of Hedwig though. It was everything. Images of the past events were in his forefront thought. The way Hedwig dropped dead in her cage. The way Hagrid fell that Harry thought he was dead. The way Voldemort's face looked as he raised his wand at Harry. The way his wand shoot golden sparks.
"We're 'ere, guess I'll leave now, see you soon 'Arry," said Hagrid. Harry barely noticed that they were already standing in front of the twisted staircase up to the Headmaster's office. He turned to Harry and gave him another bone crushing hug then walked away.
"Bye, Hagrid," said Harry as he made his way up the staircase. He remembered the last time when he went up here. He got in and witnessed how Severus Snape had become as he is with the help of his pensieve. He loved Harry's mother so much and him protecting her son is almost a result to that love. But Harry never thought Snape would die for him though. Harry never thought so much of it until now that he's in the place where he first knew.
The room looked the same and no big changes were made over time. The portraits were all asleep and snoring apart from Phineas Nigellus Black, who was missing from his portrait. His other portrait was returned to Sirius's house after the war. Maybe that's where Phineas is.
Harry turned to Professor McGonagall who was standing near the bookshelves. "Harry, it's nice to see you." Minerva changed a lot over the last five years. Her face was contorted with wrinkles for her old age, and she's thinner than what Harry could remember. Her robes were the same yet worn out a little while the other things seem new.
"Professor," Harry nod in greetings, "sorry for coming so late, I just visited Lupin's grave, it's his birthday today, and I visited the others as well." It felt nice to come to Hogwarts before the start of the semester and so students were not bugging him so much and he got the peace he was looking for.
"Of course." Professor McGonagall walked slowly until he reached Harry and patted him on the shoulders with one frail hand. Harry didn't move and remained quiet. "Harry there's something here for you," she started as Harry waited, getting tense every minute. What could it be?
"What is it, Professor?" said Harry.
"It was for you. I haven't looked at it as it says in my letter." Professor McGonagall raised an opened slightly crumpled piece of parchment. "Here is yours." Minerva pulled out a small parchment inside her robes and offered it to Harry. He stood there unable to move for quite awhile. "Are you alright, Harry?" she eyed him with careful eyes.
Harry ignored her and went straight to his point. "From who?" said Harry tensely the same time he reached for his letter warily and silently read it:
Dear Harry Potter,
People have been wondering for so long about some certain things. But I'm not confident enough to speak up to anyone apart from you. I've thought of this for quite awhile and decided to act upon. I've wondered for quite some time when you'll be coming back so I left this letter and the thoughts along with it in case I missed your visit.
I.S.
PS: You'll know how to find me in case you wanted to.
I.S.? Who could that be? He also wondered what the last sentence meant about 'the thoughts' along with the letter and how can he find whoever this was if it he didn't even know who this is? "Where is it?" he asked. But he didn't know that Minerva McGonagall already headed to the door, leaving him there.
She had not heard him. "I'll leave you for a moment and come back after you decide what to do with it." She was already opening the door and Harry still doesn't know where the thing is, the thing that this certain someone wanted him to know about.
As if she heard him, Minerva turned and pointed at the desk where a small basin lies. It was exactly the same basin Harry used to get into pensieves. That thought brought Harry into realization of what the latter sentence of the letter meant. He looked back to the door that was now closed. Harry suddenly felt wary. He approached the table with just a few strides.
The desk looked the same as Harry could remember. But he paid better attention to what is now in front of him. The basin was full of swirling mist, the memories that Harry would soon be seeing. He wondered what he should expect. But he couldn't possibly know until he gets there so he gasped the same time he touched the mist and he got pulled into the darkness.
He had entered the pensieve in a strange manner. It was cold and fear suddenly struck his veins. It doesn't felt like this before and he can't figure what the change meant. He just went in and hoped that this would give more answers to the mysteries that Harry is uncertain to uncover.
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A/N: I've always wondered what triggered Voldemort to be the way he is. I always thought that his mother's death and his father's abandonment are not enough to make him a savage killer. So I came up with the idea of events that occurred inside of Hogwarts during his time. We only had a few accounts about his stay in Hogwarts inside the books so I'm here to fill up the spaces in my own way of course.
This story is under Mystery and Suspense so...I kind of want to remind you of that in case you don't understand some things. You're free to ask questions and share opinions or point out my mistakes because I also value grammar and would hate if there are things out of place. I apologize if there are indeed a lot of grammatical errors in there, I'm don't reread what I write and I have no Beta.
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