"I.....I?" he looked at Ana. She nodded at him. "I think it was the day after Vol-" started Harry. Everyone cringed as if in pain and Harry remembered that they hated the sound of his name. "-You-Know-Who killed my...our parents."
"You were remembering it?" asked Ron.
"No," said Fred. "She is a Pensieva! A pensieve is something Dumbledore told me about. It can hold your thoughts. She can take the thoughts from the back of your mind and bring them to the front. I looked it up in the library and-"
"You were in the library?" asked Ron.
"Yeah, wise guy!" shot Fred. "Anyway, it said that there are only 2 born a century, a girl and a boy. They are always one of a set of twins. Only one had been born that they know of in the 1900's and believed that it was a fluke, but it wasn't. You were born! This is great."
"You said something about a boy and a girl. What is a boy called?" asked Angelina.
"A Pensiever," said Fred.
"Will you show me a memory?" asked Dennis.
"One memory," said Ana, exhaustedly. "Now what is your name child?"
"Dennis Creevey. I want to see my eighth birthday!"
"I can only show you things you don't remember. Choose a day you know must have happened but that you don't remember."
"What do you mean?" asked Dennis.
"Do you remember the day you were born?" asked Ana.
"No!" said Dennis.
"But does that mean it didn't happen?"
"Good point. Ok, show me the day I......I.......I...uh?"
"How 'bout I choose a good one for you?" asked Ana.
"OK," said Dennis. He copied Harry's stance on the couch. Harry sat down next to Hermione. They waited for about ten minutes until Dennis came out of his coma and looked surprised yet happy.
"What happened, Dennis?" asked Colin. Dennis shrugged. Then Colin looked at Ana. She shrugged the same way. Ana suddenly hopped up as if remembering an important engagement. She rushed towards the dorms.
"Ana! Where are you going?" shouted Harry.
"Mad Man Moon!" shouted Ana and was out of sight.
"You were remembering it?" asked Ron.
"No," said Fred. "She is a Pensieva! A pensieve is something Dumbledore told me about. It can hold your thoughts. She can take the thoughts from the back of your mind and bring them to the front. I looked it up in the library and-"
"You were in the library?" asked Ron.
"Yeah, wise guy!" shot Fred. "Anyway, it said that there are only 2 born a century, a girl and a boy. They are always one of a set of twins. Only one had been born that they know of in the 1900's and believed that it was a fluke, but it wasn't. You were born! This is great."
"You said something about a boy and a girl. What is a boy called?" asked Angelina.
"A Pensiever," said Fred.
"Will you show me a memory?" asked Dennis.
"One memory," said Ana, exhaustedly. "Now what is your name child?"
"Dennis Creevey. I want to see my eighth birthday!"
"I can only show you things you don't remember. Choose a day you know must have happened but that you don't remember."
"What do you mean?" asked Dennis.
"Do you remember the day you were born?" asked Ana.
"No!" said Dennis.
"But does that mean it didn't happen?"
"Good point. Ok, show me the day I......I.......I...uh?"
"How 'bout I choose a good one for you?" asked Ana.
"OK," said Dennis. He copied Harry's stance on the couch. Harry sat down next to Hermione. They waited for about ten minutes until Dennis came out of his coma and looked surprised yet happy.
"What happened, Dennis?" asked Colin. Dennis shrugged. Then Colin looked at Ana. She shrugged the same way. Ana suddenly hopped up as if remembering an important engagement. She rushed towards the dorms.
"Ana! Where are you going?" shouted Harry.
"Mad Man Moon!" shouted Ana and was out of sight.
