*Meanwhile, at Malfoy Manor*

"Mother!"

"What is it, Draco?"

"What's all this rubbish about me having to relinquish my Black Family coat of arms to a Lord Potter-Black? Do you know of any—" Draco trailed off as his mother snatched the letter from him. "And it says that the set of knives has to go too. Those are Auntie Bella's favorites!"

"You skipped over the important part to get to the part that affects you."

"That is the important part!"

"Be quiet, and read Lord Potter-Black's first name."

Draco's eyes skimmed the paper for a moment. Then he sneered. "They can't be serious!"

"They are. I suggest you take the shield off you wall, and go collect the—"

"But I don't want to! This is ridiculous!"

"Draco!" Narcissa snapped. "It is ordered by the Ministry! We're in enough trouble as it is. Now go!"

Draco's lip quivered. "Fine," he said, tremulously. Turning on his heel, he slumped his way up to his room.

"Tonks, I know you're there," Harry said, petting one of the Thestrals.

"What gave me away?" she asked.

"I heard you swear when you tripped a while back."

"Damn. Well, I was trying to give you some alone time, even though I really can't."

"I get it. Dumbledore wants me watched."

"He thinks I can relate to what you're feeling," Tonks said, rolling her eyes. "Don't get me wrong, I miss Sirius. It's just that Dumbledore can be a bit…."

"Like a hippy sometimes?"

"Exactly. But, I have some good news."

"What's that?"

"I have permission to escort you to your house, and then to the Weasley's."

"What? I figured I'd be staying here the rest of the summer."

"No, Dumbledore thought you'd be happier with the Weasleys. He's sent your things along already."

"I want to go straight to the Weasley's," Harry said. "Not to Sirius's house."

Tonks sighed. "We have to, Harry. Dumbledore wants you to look it over."

"I've seen all I need to see of it," Harry said stubbornly.

"Suit yourself."

"You tricked me!" Harry yelped.

"Sorry, mate. Dumbledore's orders," Tonks said. She didn't look all too thrilled to be there either.

"What's he want me to do? Tidy up? Hang some pictures?"

"I think he thinks it'll being you some closure. Or maybe he just wants you to get used to the idea of owning a house. Who knows? But his instructions were to bring you here first."

Harry huffed and started up the stairs. He wandered aimlessly from room to room, hating the place more with every creak of the floorboards. Sirius hadn't wanted this place either. It had been just as much of a jail to him…. These thoughts distracted Harry so much that he failed to notice which room he'd just walked into. It was apparent in a heartbeat however. From the Gryffindor banners to the Muggle posters, this was Sirius's old room from top to bottom. In spite of himself, Harry smiled. It must've taken some serious guts to decorate your room with Muggle things with the family he'd had. Two closets stood to his left against the wall. One was normal, full of clothes and shoes and a few discarded books. The other held a rather odd reading desk. In the case, where books should have been, were shelves of little vials. Each was filled with a clear liquid of some sort. On the desk was...

"A Pensieve," Harry breathed. He opened the cabinet doors and ran his hand along the shelves. Each was marked by the period of Sirius's life. Harry picked up one from the "Hogwarts" shelf, but a hand closed around his before he could open it.

"You shouldn't," Tonks said from right behind him.

"Are you my shadow now?" Harry asked without turning around.

"Yes," she answered, putting her other hand on his shoulder. "Harry, Sirius had a…complicated life. You know that. There may be things—"

"Maybe," Harry said. "But I know there are things he would've told me if he were alive. He's not, so this is all I have."

Tonks squeezed his shoulder. "You do what you think is right then. I'll be downstairs."

When she'd left, Harry took the cork out of the vial and tipped the memory into the Pensieve. It filled the basin immediately. With a deep breath, he plunged into the memory.

It was a long hallway, but Harry spotted Sirius immediately. He was looking forlorn as…was that Bellatrix? Someone towered over him.

"Are you mad, Dromeda?" Sirius asked. He looked quite miserable.

Harry moved closer to. This must be the middle Black sister, Tonks's mom Andromeda.

"No," she said, smiling. "In fact I'm glad you were sorted into Gryffindor. There's hope for this family yet!"

Sirius chuckled a bit. "I have to go. I'll be late for Binns's lesson."

"See you, then."

Harry grinned as he followed the 11-year-old version of his godfather down the stairs. He'd never really pictured his godfather with short hair before. This was new….

As Sirius walked down the stairs, a boy and a girl were coming up holding hands. When Sirius passed between the boy and the wall, the boy reached out and shoved him into it. "Ow!" Sirius yelped, dropping his bag.

"Watch where you're going, blood traitor," the blonde boy said. Harry noticed the pointed nose and Slytherin tie.

"Now, Lucius," the girl said. "Behave. I suppose it's not entirely his fault he was sorted into Gryffindor."

Lucius Malfoy smirked. "Right. Oh, and I see Andromeda's giving me a look. Go distract your sister, won't you, Narcissa?" He moved walked dangerously close to Sirius, so that he was towering over him. "It's a shame you weren't in my house."

"I'm glad I'm not," Sirius said, and Harry beamed with pride. "With all the cologne you're wearing, it must smell horrible. I'd suffocate."

Lucius's sneer turned into a snarl. "Watch your step, first year. You don't want to end up like your blood traitor cousin, up there." He kicked at Sirius before continuing up the steps.

"Sirius?"

Harry whirled round to see his father.

James helped Sirius up. "What was that all about?"

"Nothing. Just a little run in with my family," Sirius explained. "I'm fine."

"Forget about him," James said. "Let's get to class."

The memory faded and Harry found himself back in Sirius's room. He smiled into the sink for a moment. Even though it hadn't been a grand memory, it had done a lot to comfort Harry. He filled the vial again and placed it in the cabinet. Closing it, he hummed to himself a little and made his way downstairs to find Tonks. He was suddenly very glad of his inheritance.