proloque The room was quiet, it had been hours since Harry had put the kids to bed and Ginny had nodded off not long after. Harry turned to the nightstand and opened the drawer, pulling out a glass bottle full of an odd silvery substance. He slipped out of the bed he shared with Ginny and careful of making any noise, left the room. Harry stepped into the small room he had claimed as his office in the house. There, hidden inside a large closet, was a familiar stone basin. Dumbledore's pensieve was hidden there, Harry had taken it from Hogwarts immediately following the war with the permission of McGonagall, the new Headmistress. Lifting the bottle he recalled how he had acquired it.
Earlier that day At the Auror Offices, Harry received a call for an emergency at Remus's old flat. The old thing had yet to be resold and since both Harry and the absent minded owner had been avoiding it, it had never been emptied of Remus's stuff.
"Alright, I'll be there soon." Harry told the rather frantic sounding witch on the phone. He sighed. Harry knew that he had been avoiding the flat and that a visit was long past due even if only to get rid of the stuff in it but he really did not want to go to a place that would remind him so much of the last Marauder. Rubbing his face, Harry stood and grabbed his wand then headed to the Aperation point. With a spin he was headed for the flat.
Seconds later Harry landed on the doorstep. Remus's flat had remained untouched since Remus's death seven years ago. A deep layer of dust covered everything and there were cobwebs everywhere. There were already footprints in the dust covering the floor and so Harry followed them into Remus's bedroom.
"Hello?" Harry called into the dim room, "is anyone in here?" a thump and a squeak answered his question.
"Hello" a faint voice called back from deeper in the room. "Who is it?"
"I'm here to help you." Harry responded. He then followed the sound to the closet where he found a muggle teen cowering behind the bed.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't want to come in but my friends dared me and... and... Please! I'm sorry! Make it go away! Ahh, ahh!" She sobbed, panicked and tried to hid behind Harry, away from the bogart that had taken up residence in Remus's trunk which lay open on the floor. CRASH. In her frantic scrambling to get away from the bogart she knocked down a precariously placed screen, sending it crashing to the ground with a massive crash. Something silvery gleamed through the room from where the screen had been. Harry turned back to the situation at hand.
"Ridiculous." He banished the bogart before turning to the girl.
"Stupify." He knocked her out and then turned to the silver gleam. It was a glass bottle, about a liter in volume and full of the swirling silver of memories. Harry grabbed it and then turned back to the girl.
"Obliviate."
Present Harry smiled and pull the stopper off the bottle before pouring about a seventh of the memories into Dumbledore's pensieve. He placed to bottle down on the desk then leaned forward and into the pensieve. The colors swirled then focused on a red stream. As the world spun into focus Harry saw that it was early autumn and that he was in a distinctly red and gold bedroom. Then he looked over and saw James.