A.N.- Ok I haven't had inspiration for any other fanfics of mine, and right now I have a slightly unhealthy obsession with Harry Potter. Slightly being a huge understatement. So I thought I'd try my hand at Harry Potter fanfic. I must warn you, if you've never read my fanfics before you should know that I'm pretty bad with updating, so it may get updated very slowly but I will try!
Anywho, this is starting with Harry, but it is mainly gonna be about Lily. She's my favourite character, even if we don't know that much about her. I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter, this amazing universe was created by JK Rowling and she owns all of the characters.
Harry was now twenty two, his life had never been better. Things had just begun to seem normal. That was until there was a knock on the door late one Monday in April.
Opening the door, Harry was greeted by a formally dressed wizard who obviously worked for the Ministry. The wizard was just inches taller than Harry, and was wearing deep crimson robes. The unfamiliar wizard's eyes lingered on Harry's forehead, hoping to catch a glimpse of the famous scar, before they darted to his eyes. "Can I help you?" Harry asked, confused as to why the strange wizard was on his doorstep.
Clearing his throat, the wizard frowned then cleaned off his robes, trying to make what seemed like non-existent dust disappear off his perfectly clean robes. "Well, Mr Potter, I hate to be the one to bring you this, but it seems that there was a bit of a, ah, mix up at the Ministry when your parents died."
Before the Ministry worker could say anything more, Harry frowned and interrupted. "What do you mean a mix up? What could you possibly have mixed up?"
"Well, it seems that there was something your mother left you that was never given to you." The Ministry wizard said nervously. "What with everyone thinking that You-Know-Who had died, and the fact you were a baby, it wasn't presented to you, and we only found it again when reworking all the systems at the Ministry."
"What did she leave me?" Harry asked feeling both overwhelmed and shocked.
"It's a bit complicated, it seems as if before your mother died, she extracted her memories and stored them as pensieve, I understand you're familiar with this magic." The wizard began to dig through his robes and pulled out what seemed to be an over sized flask. "We thought you'd want this returned to you, since you are the rightful owner of it."
Harry took the flask from the wizard, feeling as if he had to be extra careful as he took hold of the flask. This all seemed unreal to him, it was something so unexpected and hard to get his head around. His mother had been dead for such a long time, he'd never known her. He'd been left his parents' gold, their possessions, but he'd never thought it would be something so personal as her memories. All he had ever wanted was to know his parents, and here, in this flask, were the unchanged, personal memories of his mother. He looked up at the Ministry wizard and nodded solemnly. "Thank you."
The wizard nodded back, before bowing lowly as he disapparated.
It was a few minutes before Harry could move from the spot he was standing in. He carefully closed the door when he realised how silly he probably looked standing in the doorway of his own home, holding a large flask. Slowly, he walked back into his house and walked over to Ginny. She looked up at him and frowned. "Who was it?" She asked in a rather quiet tone, obviously seeing the bewildered look on Harry's face. Glancing over at her, he told her all about the exchange he'd just had with the wizard in crimson robes.
"Are you going to do it then? Watch her memories? Find out what she was like?" Ginny asked him as the two of them sat down, staring at the flask that was still held in Harry's hands.
Harry wanted to see them. More than anything he wanted to see what his mother was like, what her memories were like. "I don't know. I really want to. But, it's something I've never expected to get, it's something I'm not prepared for. I'm scared to see what she was like. What memories will she have put in here?"
"It doesn't matter. Harry, these are your mum's memories, things that she thought were important. The only thing you'll know of her that comes directly from her instead of from what others thought of her. You know you have to." Ginny said in a soft, comforting voice, before lightly placing her hand on top of his. "She wouldn't leave you it if she didn't think it was important."
"Yeah, I know." He mumbled softly. "And I will look at them, but not tonight."
A.N.- I'm sorry it's pretty short but it seemed right to finish it there, it just did. I will be updating this pretty quickly because I want to continue this one and it really intrigues me. I hope you enjoyed it. Review telling me if you did or if you didn't and why.