A/N: Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated for a while, but I couldn't really make this chapter longer without making it sound really stupid. I know, from the first few chapters, you wouldn't see this, but they've been seeing the memories, which is why there's two different points in time. There may be more of it next chapter, or I might skip it and show Harry with friends and family. I'm not certain, so if you have an idea, feel free to tell me!
Chapter 3: The Real Problem
He fell out and stumbled a little as he regained his footing. "Why are you having me see this?" asked the fourteen year-old boy, seeming to be attempting Legilimency with the peircingness of his green eyes.
"You need to understand." his headmistress said, "To understand what everything was like... before this..."
"Before the war you mean?" he said, pushing a hand through his untidy black hair, making it even messier.
"Before the Second War, yes."
"Then why aren't I learning about life during the first war?"
"Harry, you need to understand your parents, their friends, and their enemies, if you are to beat this new force. You cannot simply race into this! You have the heart of a Gryffindor, but that's no excuse for our best bet against this threat to be killed!"
"I hardly even remember my parents! I know Uncle Siri, Uncle Remmy, Aunt Andy, Uncle Ted, Nymph, Aunt Cissy, Aunt Emma, Moody, Kingsley, Sturgis, and all of the other E.M.s, because they were there. It's not my fault my parents had to die and I'm not sure I want to know how they messed up and trusted the wrong people and got killed!"
McGonagoll just looked him straight on during his rant, not even flinching. "Are you quite done, Harry? I know this is a sensitive subject for you, but you need to understand where they went wrong so we can win faster this time. Voldemort is back. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it. You're the one who was trying so hard to prove it last year. You simply need to gather information about the mistakes of the past so we, and the Marauders, can combat it. Understand?" Her eyes seemed to soften a bit, and Harry saw the woman who was like his great-aunt- strict, but loving and understanding all the same.
Harry nodded and said, "Alright, Aunt Minn. I get it. Let's just get this over with before my temper blows again."
McGonagoll smiled and pulled him toward the pensive, "Come on then, Harry, might as well go now!"
Harry laughed, and it seemed to be the first time in forever doing so. His Aunt Minn had always been there, even if she could be a little imposing and really strict.
A quick jolt from dunking his head in the pensive was all he felt as he fell into the memory.