So the last chapter! Oh now I know the pangs of a parent sending their child out in to the great big world! Okay not really! But I do assimilate this as my baby! I love it unconditionally. I've let it grow and kept it tidy over the years filled it with my extensive knowledge and vocabulary and from it stems out all my other accomplishments so therefore it is my child.
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Part 11
Harry continued to take deep breaths. The Headmaster's office was glowing in the morning haze. The Pensieve in front of him, he was trying to prepare himself for what he may see. He'd faced certain death and even fates far worse. But nothing compared to the nerve-wrecking task of learning truths of his mysterious elders. He looked slowly from the stone Pensieve to the feeble shoebox. He removed the lid and thought best to start from the beginning taking the first flask in line. Delicately he plucked the cork stopper off and watched the memory flow into the basin.
He took a last breath before he bowed into the Pensieve, which sucked him into the floating blackness.
His feet hit carpeted flooring. Out the opened window he saw a cloud filled sky with lightening and rain pouring down on a small village in Wales. Inside the room was soft glow of a lamp clean. Glancing about the room he saw a shelf of books mounted over a desk scattered with schoolwork and other papers. Next to the desk on the floor was an open suitcase that seemed to have been recently unpacked. The sound of rustling sheets drew Harry's attention.
Spinning around he was struck with a new sight. Clad in jeans, socks, and a cozy jumper, a young Remus Lupin lay on the bed, a book propped up on his knees, and a cheese sandwich in his hand. In a trance Harry came face to face with studious boy, afraid to blink and that the image would disappear. The scars that ran jaggedly cross his face looked angry and puckered, and seemed even more recent then in the photo-strip. His eyes were tired with grayish bags under them. Just about to take another bite of his sandwich, Remus' attention was averted from the book and went side, he strained his neck to look out the window. Harry looked with him trying to understand what had unsettled the young man. He followed Lupin as the boy set down the sandwich and book and moved from the bed to the window. He smelled the air.
"Siriusbinger," Harry thought he heard Remus mumble along with other unintelligible excerpts of his string of consciousness. Harry mimicked him, in confusion, but then suddenly recognized a rumbling sound that did not assimilate with rain storms, just as he saw water begin to fall. Harry followed and gazed up into the sky of lightening. Harry's eyes widened as he saw his assessment of the sound had been correct.
A faint dot in the sky grew larger and larger in to the shape of a motorbike procuring two passengers. The Bike roared closer and Sirius's crazy grin came into view beneath the curtain of dark hair plastered to his face with rain. He was waving like a giddy lunatic to Remus. Clawing for dear life into Sirius' middle was Harry's future father, James, looking nauseous, and absolutely ridiculous in the helmet he had strapped to his head.
Remus sighed shut his eyes; counting, hoping they'd disappear by the time they opened again. They didn't.
"Sirius Black you are trying to kill me," He mumbled again. Harry slightly back away from the window sill, trying to remember if one could sustain injury whilst inside a memory, when he realized the motorbike was not slowing down as it made its descent to the window, wondering if Sirius was intent on bulldozing through the wall into the room. At the last minute Sirius swerved to a halt at the window, looking haughty and expectant for Lupin's happy welcome.
This welcome came in the form of the sarcastic words, "Hullo. Still don't check the weekly weather forecast in the Prophet, I see. Some things never change."
The end!!!!!
So this was the LAST chapter! It's so sad!