-I'm on a roll, so here's another chapter. I'm not sure this spark of creation will last, but I fully intend to keep writing the story!-

Remus looked up at the two and smiled as they walked in; Sirius had an arm around Harry's shoulders and they both seemed more relaxed and content than they had been at lunch. "So, are we ready to look at third year?"

Harry nodded and sat down across from Remus, and set to concentrating on the memories. Remus tapped his wand to Harry's temple, then slowly extracted the memories and placed them into the pensieve. When he was finished, he smiled and said, "Okay, set then?"

Sirius placed a hand on Harry's shoulder and they tilted in, landing back at the Dursley's house yet again.

"That vile woman again? Is this the one you blew up, Harry?" Sirius asked, turning to him with a sly smile.

Harry nodded shyly and then turned to watch as his aunt began to explain to Petunia about how Harry was a "bad egg."

"What did his father do?" Marge asked, turning to Petunia.

"N-nothing, he-he was unemployed." Petunia said, feigning confidence.

"Hm, probably a drunk too."

"He was not." Young Harry said, turning to face his relatives.

"What did you say boy-" Marge said, being cut off by the glass that had exploded in her hand.

"Why that good for nothing-"

"Sirius," Lupin said warningly as he turned towards Harry. "Harry, did you mean to do that to her?"

"Just wait, it gets worse," Harry mumbled, looking down with a small smile playing against his lips. "And no, I didn't mean to do it necessarily. I was so angry, and I guess I wasn't thinking straight. I'm too old for accidental magic, so I guess that couldn't have been it, right?"

"Well, if it was not accidental magic, it's pretty impressive that you did that without a wand," Lupin noted, turning back to the memory to see Marge continuing her conversation.

"You can't blame yourself, Petunia. If there's something wrong with the bitch, there's going to be something wrong with the pup."

"SHUT UP. SHUT UP." Harry yelled, watching his relatives horror-struck eyes as his aunt began to balloon in front of them.

Sirius started laughing uncontrollably, and even Remus chuckled as his aunt began to float away and Harry ran for it. "She-she had it coming," Sirius said through his laughter.

Harry smiled, glad that his mortifying moment could be seen as humorous now. They continued to watch as Harry walked down the street, then sat down across from a play ground.

Lupin gasped when he saw Sirius approach Harry. "Sirius, that was foolish. You almost got him run over by the knight bus."

"I just… wanted to see him. That was all, just make sure he was alright." Sirius said with a shrug, looking away.

Lupin didn't say anything, but put a hand on his friend's shoulder as the memory swirled away and onto the train.

"There's something moving out there," Ron said as the train window frosted over.

The trio watched as the dementor came aboard, and then heard the awful screaming of Harry's mother, pleading with Voldemort to spare her son. Remus gasped and Sirius held Harry's shoulder with a death grip, watching as the memory went blank, and then was restored as Harry woke up from his unconsciousness. They watched as Lupin gave Harry chocolate and explained what the creature was. Then the memory switched again, and went to Harry's first day of divination.

"My dear-" Trelawny gasped, throwing the cup back on the table. "You have… the grim."

"That old bat," Sirius said with a chuckle. "I didn't take divination for obvious reasons. All of the professors, even the ones before Trelawny, were pretty out there."

"Well, she actually did make a real prediction and I witnessed it," Harry said, looking towards his godfather. "You'll see, I was scared out of my wits when it happened."

Sirius nodded, and they watched as the scene changed to Lupin's first Defense Against the Dark Arts class. "Professor Moony, look at you!" Sirius said, turning to nudge his friend. Lupins face had gone slightly red, but he smiled.

The mood shifted quickly, however, when Harry was stopped from fighting the boggart. "Why did you do that, Remus?" Sirius asked, looking to him questioningly.

This time Harry answered, "I thought the same thing. He thought it was going to be Voldemort, but I wasn't thinking about that… I was most scared of the dementors." Harry mumbled, looking down at his shoelaces.

Sirius gave him a knowing look and put an arm around his shoulders again. "They're foul creatures, Harry, there's nothing to be ashamed of."

Harry nodded, and looked back at the now changing memory, watching as he flew around at the first quidditch match of the season. They watched as the dementors came, and Sirius gasped as Harry fell off his broom. "You know, it didn't look nearly as scary when I was in my dog form."

"I'm just glad Dumbledore stopped me before I hit the ground too hard, it could have been messy." Harry said with a smile.

"I don't even want to think about it," Sirius said with a shudder.

The memory changed again, this time to Harry and Lupin meeting during one of the Hogsmeade visits that Harry wasn't permitted to attend.

"Professor, you could teach me. You stopped that one on the train."

"Well, Harry, I don't pretend to be an expert, but maybe I should teach you. It seems the dementors have taken a liking to you." Lupin said, smiling kindly at him.

The memory switched again, this time to Christmas morning when Harry got the Firebolt. "What? McGonagall took it away?" Sirius said exasperatedly.

Harry nodded. "I wasn't happy about it, but I suppose I can see where she was coming from. Who knows what horrors you would inflict on my broom?"

Sirius chuckled and turned back as the memory switched again. Harry walked towards Hogsmeade under his invisibility cloak, only to be stopped by the twins.

"What are you doing?" Harry yelled as the cloak was yanked off of him.

"Harry, we want to help you. Your needs are greater than ours, so you should have this little beauty." Fred said, smiling as he handed a blank bit of parchment over.

"So that's how you got that map," Lupin said with a smirk. I had always wondered whether you had found it in Filch's office or gotten it in some other way."

"Yeah, gotta love Fred and George," Harry said with a smile as the memory changed to him fighting Malfoy under the invisibility cloak.

Sirius was laughing as he watched Malfoy's terrified face when Harry came up behind him, then laughed harder when the cloak accidentally slipped off Harry's head, revealing him.

"Gosh kid, you can't just have a peaceful day, can you?" Sirius said as he ruffled his hair.

Harry smiled but then looked down at his shoes again. "Well, this day actually got a lot worse if you can believe it."

They watched as Harry listened under the cloak to Hagrid, The Minister, Professor McGonagall, and Madam Rosmerta discuss Sirius and Harry. Sirius frowned, then turned to Harry. "That's not how I would have wanted you to find out. I know you were probably devastated."

"I hope that explains why I tried to kill you that night," Harry said with a smile. "I'm glad I didn't though."

Sirius chuckled. "I'm glad you didn't either. You would have never gotten to appreciate one of my jokes."

Remus snorted, then said, "Believe me, Sirius, he could live happily without them."

Sirius swatted at his friend, but then turned back to the morphing memory, which showed Lupin teaching Harry to cast a patronus. Then the memory swirled again, and Harry was being confronted by Snape for walking around the castle at night.

"You will never guess what Malfoy saw in Hogsmeade, Potter. He saw your head. What was your head doing in Hogsmeade? None of you should be there. Turn out your pockets."

They watched as Snape found the map and then Lupin went to save Harry.

"I think I was a little hard on you here, Harry. I'm sorry, I was just disappointed in your behavior. You're so quick to investigate something, or save someone else, it seems like you don't think much about your own well-being," Lupin said, watching the memory of himself lecturing Harry on sneaking around.

"I think we might need to have a talk about that in the near future," Sirius said, looking down at his godson.

Harry looked up at the two of them, then darted his eyes back to the memory. He really didn't want to have that conversation with them; it would give them more insight to the Dursley's neglect, and he knew they already wanted him to speak of his abuse. He would refuse of course; yes, he did trust them, but reliving the memories were too painful and absolutely mortifying.

Sirius and Remus shared a knowing glance, then watched as the memory shifted back to the divination classroom, where Harry was taking his exam. They watched in horror as Professor Trelawney gave her cryptic prediction, and Harry ran off. Then the memory swirled to Hagrid's cabin, where the three of them had come to support Hagrid during Buckbeak's execution. As the sickle came down and the kids ran off, Sirius growelled. I can't believe they did that to that poor creature, and all because of that spoiled Malfoy kid."

The memory swirled again, and they watched as Harry and Hermione walked the tunnel towards the Shrieking Shack to save Ron.

"You know Sirius, you didn't have to be so dramatic. 'Only one will die tonight,' why couldn't you have just told him you wanted the rat?" Lupin said with a small chuckle.

"By this point I just wanted to act, then explain later - luckily Harry got in the way here and stalled long enough for you to find us." Sirius chuckled as he watched Harry pin him to the ground and hold the wand against his throat. "You realize now that I would never hurt you, right pup?" He asked, turning to his godson.

Harry nodded, then returned his gaze to the memory. "I don't think I could have killed you anyway. I don't think I could kill anyone, for that matter."

Sirius ruffled his hair and they watched as Lupin joined them inside the shack.

"You know, I can see why you guys were worried. It looked pretty bad when I hugged Sirius and he hadn't even offered you a proper explanation." Lupin said, watching the memory.

They watched as Snape joined, then was knocked unconscious. Then, after Peter was chained up, the trio followed the strange group out towards the castle. Lupin changed into his werewolf form, but was able to maintain his head and take Peter up to the castle.

On the way to Hogwarts, hundreds of demeanors surrounded them, trying to find Sirius Black among them. Sirius immediately fell to the ground with cries of despair, and Ron and Hermione were not coping much better. They watched as the wolf Lupin nudged the younger Harry. Then, Harry yelled "Expecto Patronum," and a great, white stag erupted from his wand, sending the dementors away with ease.

"Moony..." Sirius breathed out. "You didn't tell me... his patronus..." Harry beamed up at his godfather and turned back to the memory where the group was waking up and returning to their mission of turning Pettigrew in to Dumbledore.

"And, I believe that is where this story ends." Lupin said, pulling the others out from the pensieve. "Now Harry, how did you like doing this?"

Harry nodded apprehensively, knowing what was coming next. "I'm glad you guys could see what my life has been like."

"I'm glad I could see it too, although I would prefer this upcoming year to be a bit more peaceful. Maybe I should have bought a house near Hogsmeade, you get in more trouble than your dad and I combined!" Sirius said, a smile playing at his lips.

Harry smiled back, then looked down at the ground.

"Harry," Lupin said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "There's one more memory we're missing. We don't want to see it though… we need you to tell us. Do you think you can do that?"

Harry's heart skipped a beat. He knew it was coming, but he hoped it would be at a time he could avert the conversation; he didn't expect them to want to know so soon. He couldn't tell them, he just couldn't. They would know what a weakling he truly was, and he didn't want to disappoint his godfather. He wouldn't be able to live with himself.

He continued to stare at the ground, hoping the silence would alert Remus and Sirius that he didn't want to talk right now. Instead, Remus gave his shoulder a squeeze. "Harry, I'm sorry, but this is not optional. We need to know what happened to you." Sirius would not meet Harry's eyes, and Harry felt a lump form in his throat. He could tell, Sirius was disappointed already and he hadn't even heard the memory yet. Beginning to panic, Harry did the one thing he knew to do - he ran.