Authors Note: Hey!! Here is Chapter 11 of Memories. Hope you are all enjoying the fanfic, I know I'm enjoying writing it!Thanks for the reviews- I appreciate them! As you well know, I do not own Harry Potter: So... on with the fanfic!!

Chapter 11- Sweeper and Sons

The Eagle And The Owl was a pub in Cheshire. It was in the wizarding village of Rowena's Peak. Muggles didn't know about this small village, for they didn't look properly. But I loved the village. It was small, quaint, and reminded me of happiness.

I had been staying at the Eagle And The Owl for 5 days, making sure that where I was headed was safe. I wanted to leave it as long as I could before I could go to Grimmauld Place, for it was more time for the Death Eaters to have been and gone.

I was sat in the pub, remembering the place Danny and I had visited when we were trying to find out more about Sirius…

….Diagon Alley was starting to get busy. It was being filled up with families wanting to buy supplies for Hogwarts early on in the Summer Holidays.

Danny and I were weaving our way down the colourful and noisy street, wondering why on earth we had come out of The Leaky Cauldron. Danny was dragging me along, scared of losing me in the hustle and bustle of the crowd.

"Rose! Are you alright?" He shouted.

I couldn't even see him, I could only feel him tugging on my sleeve.

"Oh, I'm just fine, Danny. I'll only end up getting crushed! That's all!" I replied sarcastically.

We carried on down the street for a while, not communicating with each other again. I was suddenly clear of the crowd as my arm was directed to Knockturn Alley. It was deserted. Now, the only people here were me and Danny.

"W-why have you brought us here?" I asked.

He looked quite angry. "Well, you didn't want to get squashed did you? Sorry for trying to save your life Rose!"

I was shocked.

"Sorry," I replied. "I was just kicking myself for even setting foot in Diagon Alley today, that's all. It wasn't your fault I got a bit touchy. Sorry."

"I heard you say sorry the first time Rose," he said.

I just nodded. I looked around me.

"So, what are we going to do? We can't go back there yet."

"Lets have another look at Dumbledores message again."

I pulled out the note that Dumbledore had left me and read it. Danny read it over my shoulder.

"I-I just don't get it," he said, confused. "I mean, what does it mean: 'eyes can describe as much as a book'?"

"I-I don't know…."

My eyes fell on my reflection in a dark shop window. My red hair was still vibrant, even in the dim light of the Alley. My brilliant green eyes shone. This I focused on. What could my eyes describe? Then it clicked.

"Danny!"

"What?" He was startled.

"Eyes! That's it! Your eyes!"

"What about my eyes? Rose, what are you going on about?"

"Well," I said. "You know how my eyes are exactly the same as my mothers?"

He nodded.

"Well, they prove I am my mothers daughter, don't they?"

"I-I suppose so, yeah."

"Anyway, do you have a picture of your Dad? One that's a colour picture?"

He thought for a moment.

"No- No, sorry Rose, but I don't own a picture of him. I've only seen black and white pictures of him, that's all. Most of them on a 'Most Wanted' list."

I was defeated for a moment, but then my thinking picked up.

"A library."

"What?"

"We need to go to a library. You know, place with loads of books?"

"Okay, okay, no need to insult me- I know what a library is Rose."

I took his hand and started to pull him back towards Diagon Alley. I ignored the tingling sensation I experienced upon holding his hand, and carried on dragging him towards the entrance Diagon Alley.

"Rose! What are you doing? You said it's too busy!"

I stopped and turned to him.

"Danny, do you want to find your dad or not?"

"Of course I-"

"Well then, who cares how busy a street is?"

"But - you haven't even explained your little theory, Rose. I can't read minds you know."

"Okay- I need to see a picture of your dad to see his eyes. The exact colour of his eyes. I have a feeling that you have the same eyes as your dad. That's what Dumbledore was trying to tell me, in his note. My eyes describe that I am my mothers daughter. Maybe if we take a look at your fathers eyes, that might lead to another clue on where he may be- do you understand?"

He slowly nodded, a smile playing on his face.

"And when Dumbledore wrote, 'eyes can describe as much as a book,' he meant that a book can describe something to us. Can help us. As much as eyes may be able to describe something, see?"

"Yes," he said. "It all seems so simple now that you tell me."

"Come on then!"

I pulled him back into the chaos of Diagon Alley. I knew where a hidden library was, behind Ollivanders. I forcefully made my way through the crowds to get to the place.

We stood in front of the library. A peeling sign read: Sweeper and Sons, specialising in Criminal History Since 1784. I led the way into the library.

It was a small place but the walls were covered in bookshelves. The shelves themselves looked as though they would collapse. However, they held the thousands of books packed into the library. An extremely old wizard stood at the entrance, leaning heavily on a walking stick.

"Good Morning." He spoke in a croaky voice, as though he wasn't used to talking. "My name is Mr Sweeper, what can I do for you?"

"We need to look up someone," I said.

"Well, as long as they are a criminal, I can help you there."

Dannys hand tightened around mine at the word 'criminal'. I flinched and shot him a warning look. His grip suddenly relaxed and I turned back to Mr Sweeper.

"Yes, the person we would like to read about is a criminal. His name is- is Sirius Black."

The mans face lightened with knowledge.

"Yes! Yes, we have a whole section about Sirius Black. There are lots of books about the most high-profile cases. Somewhere over there, I think…"

He pointed over to a corner of a shop. I gave the man a kind smile.

"Thank you. There's no need to struggle showing us, we'll find it."

"Thanks, dear girl. I think I'll go and have a little rest around the back of the shop. I think I can trust that you two won't go wreaking havoc in my shop."

He started hobbling towards the door to the back but turned round and said, "Ah…and no funny business, either." He smiled and departed.

I looked questioningly at Danny and he looked right back at me with the same expression. I then looked down at our hands and I suddenly got what the old man was saying. I hurriedly released my hand from his grip and nervously laughed. So that was what the man was getting at.

I went over to the corner of the shop and looked at the dusty books on the shelves. I looked over the titles of the books and decided that maybe Danny shouldn't have come here.

"Danny, maybe you shouldn't look at these books."

"Why?" I turned due to the sudden breath that I felt on the back of my neck. He was standing right behind me. I pushed him away for two reasons. Firstly, I don't think I could stand him being any nearer to me than usual- I might have fainted. And secondly, I couldn't let him see the titles of some of the books.

"Because," I said, pulling myself together after my shock. "Some of them are saying your dad's a loony, and I don't want you to go off on one."

"I wouldn't get angry." He said defiantly.

"You nearly crushed my hand when that old man mentioned the word 'criminal', but oh no, that's not going off on one at all."

He kept silent.

"Didn't think so, so just go and sit on that chair over there while I look." I pointed to a chair by the bookshelves and Danny went to sit on it, looking like a sulky child. I could tell he was acting.

I turned back to the bookshelves, ignoring any book that had titles like: The Madness Of The Loony Sirius Black. Stupid books. Instead, I found a few books that wouldn't be offensive to Danny or his dad and brought them over to a small table next to Danny. I dumped them onto the table then collapsed into a chair opposite Danny. He looked at me expectantly. I didn't know what he was expecting.

"Well," I said. "Grab a book and start looking for a picture of your dad."

He obeyed. I took a book from the pile and flicked through. There was only black and white pictures of Sirius Black. I looked at his eyes, wishing them to show their real colour. I was sure that that was what Dumbledore had meant us to do, see a picture of Sirius.

We were silent for a while, and all you could hear was the rustling of pages. I had been through about ten books with no joy when Danny exclaimed:

"Rose- Rose, here's a picture of when he was 13! Bloody hell, he looks exactly like me!"

I hurriedly took a look at the picture that Danny was pointing to. There was 4 teenage boys gathered together, smiling(or smirking) at the camera.

My heart leapt as I suddenly recognised my father amongst the teenagers. His messy black hair sticking up in all directions, and his hazel eyes looking happily out of the picture. It was a shame that his eyes had never been passed on. I had been told that Harry had the same eyes as me. So my fathers eyes died with him. I tried not to focus on the sadness that filled me when I looked at my father, and I tried to focus on the other teens.

A worn looking boy was standing amongst the four. He looked like he needed a good nights sleep, if the dark circles beneath his eyes stood for anything. But he looked happy, even if he looked ill. My guess was the this was Remus Lupin, the werewolf. He looked faintly surprised at having been accepted by friends, to me. But that was just my opinion.

Another boy stood with the group. He was small, and had the look of a rat about him. His name was probably Peter Pettigrew. He wasn't just a rat in Animagus form. He looked sneaky. But maybe that was just because I knew him for what he was.

And then there was Sirius. I had been looking for someone who had looked like Danny. He didn't just look like Danny though. The teenage boy could have been Danny. Seriously.

I ignored all of the other similarities between them and studied Sirius' eyes, shocked at what I saw. They had almost convinced me that I had been looking into Dannys eyes, they were so alike. The way the grey shone from the depth of his eyes, glinting in the sunlight.

So this was what we had been looking for, and we had found it. I looked at the title of the book and it read: Sirius Black: From Birth To Capture.

I flicked through the book impatiently and found a page that might be helpful.

"Danny, this is it. The book that Dumbledore wanted us to find. Look what it says about where he has lived."

Danny read the passage I had pointed to and looked up at me obviously confused, his eyebrows pulled together.

" But I've never heard of a Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place."

"No," I said. "But I have."…

…I got up from my small table, gathered all of my things together and left The Eagle And The Owl. I walked through Rowenas Peak, meaning to visit the village again soon. Rowenas Peak was my last stop. I couldn't put it off any longer. I had to go to Grimmauld Place, and soon. I didn't want to waste anymore time so I prepared to dissapparate. I tried to remember the sweet smell of flowers that Rowenas Peak had as I turned, suddenly experiencing the uncomfortable-ness that was Apparation.

Theres Chapter 11- hope you liked it! I'm starting to be content with this fanfic now, I feel more comfortable writing it. I guess it's cause I've got into the story, so I'm finding it easier to write down Rose's thoughts- hopefully I'll be able to update soon!!:)