Harry walked slowly towards number 12 Grimmauld Place. Sirius had left it to him but he hadn't gone back since the end of the war. He was afraid of what he would feel when he got there but he just couldn't bring himself to sell the place. However; now that James had gone to Hogwarts he realised that it wasn't just his kids that were growing up. He was a grown man and he needed to face the past no matter what it did to him otherwise he would never be able to move forward.
Walking in the door he realised that over the years it had gathered more dust than he thought possible, he could barely see where he was going but he made do.
The best place to start was in Sirius' room. Since he godfather wasn't overly fond of his parents he would have kept everything that was important to him in his bedroom. Harry opened the window to let in some fresh air and then proceeded to move as much dust as he could. The spell he used didn't do a great job but at least he could see what he was looking at now. The first thing he saw was a picture of the maurauders sitting on the bedside table. Harry picked it up and smiled. All four of them looked so happy and Remus looked as close to healthy as Harry had ever seen him. Harry guessed this was taken around their 6th year. The bedside table had a drawer and a cuboard, Harry looked in the drawer first and found a large faded red photo album. The first picutre was one of James and Lily with him as a baby snuggled in his mother's arms. The dark haired man stared at that picture for quite a while. It looked spookily like one Ron had taken of him and Ginny shortly after they had James.
He turned the page and saw his father with his arm around Sirius, they were obviously gesturing to the camera man in a silly manner which led Harry to believe it was probably Remus or Peter, either way it made him smile to see such simple happiness. The next picture was one of the four marauders under the beech tree at Hogwarts, he remember Sirius telling him that they claimed it as theirs in there first year. Sirius was hanging upside down on one of the lower branches, Peter was sitting underneath him, James was trying to get Remus' attention who was obviously ignoring his childish antics in favour of reading. Harry chuckled, Remus was probably the only person who had enough paitence to deal with his father and Sirius god knows he wouldn't have.
Harry turned the page of the album again and the next picture was one of Remus and Sirius in his dog form. He was jumping on Remus who was chuckling heartily and trying to get the huge playful mutt off him.
Seeing all these happy memories made Harry wonder why he hadn't come here much sooner.
In the corner of the room Harry noticed a very familiar object, it was something that hadn't terrified and facinated him. A pensieve was something Harry tended to steer clear of these days but they had been a huge source of information but the kind of things he might see kept him from getting too curious. However seeing a pensieve that quite obviously belonged to Sirius Harry decided that he may as well have a look as long as he managed to bypass the years in Azkaban.