Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter or anything else in this chapter.

Hello, this happens to be my first FanFic. Even so, feel free to be harsh if you choose review. I realize usually people ask reviewers to be gentle because they're just beginning, but I want your honest opinions.

Also, I don't plan to be one of those authors who apologies for not updating at the start of this chapter, because I know I'll update almost if not more infrequently as them. If you do decide you like this story and plan to stick with it, don't expect regular updates, instead I'll let you be pleasantly surprised when they do come.

This will have a plot of Lily/James and how they got together, but it probably won't be the only focus.

Anyway, I suppose I should get writing. I honestly have no idea what direction I'm taking this, I have a beginning and end in mind, but how to bridge them will be a challenge.

Prologue:

Harry gazed up towards the ceiling, tracing the outlines of the patterns in the near complete darkness. Across the room, he could hear Ron's loud snoring. It had been nearly a month since Voldemort's defeat, and though everyone around him had been overjoyed for that entire span of time (except during of course Fred's funeral), Harry couldn't help but feel, well, bored. It was insensitive he supposed, but now that the war was over and this burden of being 'The Boy Who Lived' or 'The Chosen One' had been lifted, he couldn't help but feel like he had served his cause, like there nothing left in the world for him. And so Harry fell into a rut, the most exciting part of his days being when Mrs. Weasley occasionally broke down into tears after looking at Fred's name on her magical clock, stuck pointing at 'Resting'.

The only upside to Harry's dull life was that he was, without fail, able to fall asleep without thoughts clouding his mind. There was no exception to this rule tonight, and Harry soon found himself dozing off.

The next morning Harry was rudely awoken by a loud screeching. He quickly shot up into a sitting position. Ron was stirring in his bed, clearly awake but not happy about it. The screech was didn't sound human, which prompted Harry to look out the window, expecting a rather large owl to make such a noise. What he saw however, was not a owl. Instead a great eagle soared back and forth a few feet from the window. In awe by the bird's magnificent soaring and turning with such grace that it could make Viktor Krum look like Hermione on a broomstick.

"Well, open up the window before it yells again," Ron said, rubbing his eyes as he stumbled out of bed. "We don't want it waking up Hermione, she's not much of a morning pers-"

"I'm already up," came Hermione's unmistakable voice as she walked through to room to the window to see what Harry was staring out.

"Oi!" Ron yelped, Hermione turned her head slowly to meet his gaze. The look on her face told Harry that she, like him, didn't know what Ron was suddenly upset about. "I could've been naked, mind knocking first?"

"Well Ron," Hermione's voice calm and fluid, "I could hear you were out of bed and talking to Harry, so I safely assumed you weren't naked. Besides, if you were naked and talking to Harry..." she drifted off with an amused look on her face. Ron's face on the other hand had turned a shade of deep red.

"Well, just... knock in the future please." Ron said, trying to stop his cheeks from becoming any redder. As he closed his mouth another screech came. "Will you please open the window!?"

"Sorry," Harry said, as he unhinged the window, his eyes never leaving the majestic creature. It soared gracefully inside, carrying with it a medium sized package with a letter on top of it. The eagle let it's talons go from the box atop a desk and stepped aside.

Ron spoke up. "Says it's to you Harry. I reckon it's from Hagrid, only he'd send something like this to deliver a package."

"I don't think so..." Hermione said slowly, taking the letter off the top of the box, "this hand writing is much too neat to belong to Hagrid. I wonder who it could be from."

"How about I open it and we find out," said Harry, trying to keep any agitation from his tone.

"Of course, sorry Harry." Hermione handed him the letter with an embarrassed look on her face. Harry hastily opened it and pulled out the note, quickly unfolding it. With Hermione and Ron looking over his shoulders, they began to read.

Hello Harry Potter,

First of all may I say congratulations for ridding us of Lord Voldemort. I'm sure you've heard it many times, but we're all very much so in your debt.

Something the occurred to me recently is just that. Though only the wizards know it, you've in fact put the entire world in your debt. However, do you mind me asking how many have repaid you for what you've done? I don't intend to suggest that you're in anyway greedy, I imagine through this entire experience you've actually become very selfless.

So in gratitude I shall give you something I'm fairly sure you'll be grateful to have. Inside the package is a pensieve. I wouldn't be surprised if you already know what this does, but incase you don't, it's basically for viewing memories. It's not a lavish pensieve I'm afraid, but it'll do. I've also given a memory. It is the first of many I will be supplying you with. They will come an undetermined intervals, so don't hold your breath for the next one, simply allow yourself to be pleasantly surprised when it does arrive.

As for my own identity, you will find out more about me in due time over the course of these memories.

Sincerely,

Nathan

P.S. I heard that your owl died. It's always a shame when a companion who is always there with you is gone so abruptly. I realize that he will probably never replace the owl, but in addition to the pensieve and the memory., I'd like you to take the eagle who delivered it. His name is Grey, and he's a very well trained messenger. Don't worry, I have plenty of other birds who will be able to deliver the memories.

Harry turned to his right to see Hermione, obviously done reading the letter long ago, looking at the box with interest. To Harry's left was Ron, eyes still darting back and forth as he finished reading. Within seconds he was looking at Harry with an urging gaze. It was clear they both wanted him to open the pensieve immediately. All too happy to oblige, he opened it hastily, finding inside precisely what he expected.

A large bowl covered in runes was before him, Hermione peered in for a closer look at the runes, and upon a few minutes of examination claimed that she recognized none of them. The bowl itself was empty, which was a first for Harry, however he expected it would work the same.

After carefully uncorking the bottle which came in the package, Harry began to empty it into the metallic bowl. The cloudy liquid filled a small portion of the pensieve, and suddenly Harry, Ron and Hermione felt weightless as their journeyed into the memory...

I imagine I'll get started on the first actual chapter rather soon. It probably won't be up until next weekend though, I have midterms this week and I really should be studying...

Oh, please review if you enjoyed it so far.