Hey, guys! Thanks for continuing to read my story!
Thanks to Ms.RoxanneWeasley for pointing out that little mistake on the first chapter, I can't believe I missed that!
Anyways, enjoy!

It was Christmas morning, and Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny found themselves in Harry's home (Grimmauld Place) enjoying their time together. They were watching idly as George's Christmas present to Ginny flittered around the room producing random showcases of different lights and colors and occasionally animated scenes that came from a small silver ball the size of a marble.

Ginny sighed, "I've missed this…"

Harry ran his hand through her hair absentmindedly, "I guess Hogwarts's just not the same without the threat of Voldemort looming about, huh?"

Hermione chuckled, "So how's the new Defense teacher?"

"He's actually pretty good, it's nice to know we finally have a teacher who's had some level of experience with the dark arts, anyways it's a definite improvement from last year," said Ginny.

Ron laughed, "Well I reckon anyone's better than the Carrows!"

Harry laughed, "It's weird…to think that at this very time last year it was just Hermione and me, running for our lives."

"And me cowering in Bill's house!" said Ron.

Ginny smiled, "And me worrying about you lot."

"I'm sorry, I wish-" But he never told them what he wished because at that very moment a chest suddenly materialized out of thin air and landed with a thunk right at in front of Harry.

Hermione gasped, Ginny squeaked and Ron did a sort of half-yell half-squeak. Harry took out his wand and bent down to investigate the polished, wooden chest. There, emblazoned in bright gold lettering were the words "To the Heir of the Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

Cautiously Harry tapped it with his wand and muttered, "Specialis revelio."

Nothing happened, and he slowly lowered his wand, "What is it?" said Ron as he neared it.

"Most noble house of Black? Sirius?" Hermione said as she read the bright letters on the chest.

"Well Harry, go ahead and open it!" said Ginny, excitedly peeking over Harry's shoulder.

Harry got down on his knees and took a deep breath, "Well, here goes nothing…"

And he opened it. A sudden glow enveloped the room that momentarily blinded them, but a moment later they looked down to find that there was a pensive, much like the one that now sat in McGonagall's headmaster office in which Harry had visited the memories of various wizards, his last one being the diseased Professor Snape. Right on top of the pensive lay a single envelope, on it was written: "To our dearest son" in a neat, flowing calligraphy. Next to the pensive lay a think black volume with the words "Hogwarts Memories" written in a glowing gold.

Harry stared, "Son? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just open it, Harry!" said Ron excitedly.

Harry turned the envelope over, and cautiously broke the wax seal. Inside he found a letter, and read out the words written in Sirius's untidy scrawl:

"Dear son,

As of right now, your mum and I don't know what to call you, so you will remain unnamed in this letter. Personally I think you'll be named after your brilliant father, Sirius, but your dearest mumsy here disagrees; she wants to call you Daniel. Anyways this chest should have appeared for you on you eighteenth Christmas, a year after you've graduated from Hogwarts (hopefully). I don't know if both your mum and I will be alive when you read this, but we want you to know that even though you haven't been born yet, your mother and I already love you very much.

As you have already noticed, in this chest lies a pensive. This pensive is filled with me and your mother's memories. You will journey through our memories as children, before we ever met each other, to our memories in school where we met and fell in love, and our memories outside of school as members of the Order of the Phoenix. We have also left an album filled with pictures of our days in Hogwarts, just for you to know that even old mum and dad had actual teenage lives!

Well that's all I have time to write at the moment, so enjoy! I hope that after all this you'll finally begin to appreciate your mother and me so much more!

With all our love,

Mum and Dad."

"A son?" Hermione pondered, "Sirius never mentioned a son! And if this is meant for his son why did it appear in front of you? And where's his wife?"

"Sirius never mentioned a wife…" Harry stared at the letter, re-reading it, trying to make sense of it.

"Well…maybe she died during the war?" ventured Ginny.

"But that still doesn't explain why he would never mention her, you'd think he'd at least talk about her sometime," Harry frowned, "and if he had a son…well what about him?"

"Harry look! It's your parents!" Ron had picked up the album and flipped to the front page.

Harry sat down next to him and took the album carefully from him. There, on the very first page was a moving picture of a group of teenagers, standing in front of the Whomping Willow. Furthest to the left was a young Peter Petigrew, slightly short and chubby, next to him, with his arm around him, was Remus Lupin, with fewer scratches lining his face than Harry had known him to have, and next to him his parents, James and Lily stood there, waving at the camera with their arms around each other's waists, occasionally glancing lovingly into each other's eyes, and next to them was Sirius, looking handsomer than ever, holding hands with a younger-looking, yet very attractive girl. She was the shortest of them all and had long, straight, dark brown hair that reached to her navel and sparkling blue eyes that gazed lovingly into Sirius' own. They were all laughing and waving at the camera with not a care in the world, and Harry found himself smiling along with them. Underneath the picture, in the same fluid lettering that addressed the letter was written "Sirius's last day in Hogwarts, Kristabelle's last day of sixth year."

"They look so happy," sighed Ginny as she glanced at the picture.

Hermione nodded, "She's very pretty, this Kristabelle. I wonder why no one ever mentioned her?"

Harry shrugged, and merely turned over to the next page. In it were pictures from Sirius's first year, some with James, others with Remus, some with Peter and some with all three. He smiled at a specific one in which James and Sirius were holding up what looked to be Mrs. Norris, totally drenched.

"That's brilliant!" said Ron as he gazed at the picture, "Fred and George would be jealous! Well, now we know why Filch hated you, mate."

Harry laughed, "Guess so."

He flipped the page, and now found pictures of Kristabelle's first year. She was wearing Gryffindor robes, indicating her house, and Harry was pleased to find that his own mother was in most of the pictures, laughing along with her.

Ginny smiled, "They must have been good friends, your mum was so pretty, Harry."

"Yeah, she was," he said absently, gazing into his mother's emerald eyes.

It wasn't until Sirius's third year that he saw a picture in which he and Kristabelle were together, they were laughing at the camera with their arms around each other. As he continued flipping through the pages, he found several pictures in which the Marauders were joined by Lily and Kristabelle, many in which Lily seemed to be rather mad, and James smiled at her shamelessly. Harry smiled fondly at all of those.

The album ended with Kristabelle's final year at Hogwarts, in which she was usually alone or with other girl friends that weren't as constant in the pictures as Lily had been.

"Well, now you have evidence of just how much of a trouble maker your father and Sirius were," said Hermione tentatively, as if afraid of Harry's reaction to the pictures.

Harry laughed, "Yeah, I do, he was brilliant!"

"So…" Ron ventured, "how about that pensive?"

Ginny grinned excitedly, "Well, I'm up for it!"

Hermione nodded, "Looks promising, I mean…we never really did know much about Sirius…this just proves how much."

"Yeah, and I'm bound to see memories of my parents too, right? I mean, looks like they were pretty good friends," Harry nodded. He took out the pensive carefully and laid it on the ground; they all sat around it and looked around at each other, "let's go!"

And they all leaned forward simultaneously.

So…better? Jaja, I originally planned on continuing it and actually writing the first memory, but I wanted to get the chapter out first…plus I love cliffhangers

So tell me what you think! Good or bad, any review is good for me!

Thanks for reading!

Love, Mel