Thank you Alex and IckleProngsikins for reviewing. I'm sorry if Ginny seems superior, she's just changed a lot. I'll try to work on that when we get back to Harry's time. You were right IckleProngsikins but how can I make you into a character if you reviewed anonymously? Please email me or sign on next time when you review. Here you go! Please review. Harry will have one more chapter with his parents in [b]this[/b] memory. :)
Harry knew who he was going to visit. The two people he had wanted to talk to for eighteen years. He was going to see his parents. He had so many questions to ask them. Harry Potter wanted to know every single detail of the parents he had never truly met. His anger or doubt about the memory of Snape's was long gone.
Harry bent down by the bed and pulled out the beautiful basin carefully, as to not wake up Hedwig, his wonderful snowy white owl. Through the excitement and dreams from last night, Harry had completely forgot to feed her and jumped up to do so at the thought. He had expected Hedwig to upset or react coldly, but she hooted happily as Harry put in her favorite owl treats; as if se also knew it was his birtday. Harry smiled gratefully and said quietly, "I'll have a new friend up here for you in a bit Hedwig. Get some sleep."
Then, pulling out his wand, Harry concentrated on the memory that had continually kept haunting him in his dreams during the past couple of months. They had been torturing him because the want to know more about his parents was so strong, but now he was glad he had been having them. About every three days Harry would have the memory of his parents playing with him as a baby in their house, showing him what everything was, The most recent part was his dad leading Harry around the living room at about ten months old while his mother made dinner. This was the one he had chosen to visit.
After Harry shut Hedwig's copper door after petting her a bit as she ate, he crouched back down and grabbed his photo album that he was taking to show his parents what had happened in his life so far (not all of which he was looking forward to) and put on the adjustment that Seveawen had given him under the Memory Viator. Harry took a deep breath. He was almost shaking from the excitement and anticipation. "Here we go," he muttered under his breath, and then concentrated so hard on the memory his head began to hut. He pointed his wand to his head and drew a black squiggly pice down to the black substance just as Snape and Dumbledore had done several years ago with the Pensieve. Harry looked down and gasped. It had worked. Before thinking about any more, Harry plunged in and found himself falling directly into his father.
"OUCH! What the-" James exclaimed as they both fell onto the coffee table decorated with pheonixes. Harry's father had said this after turning around and looking at Harry, his face a mix of anger, confusion, and fear. James stepped back and drew his wand in a flash. "Lily! Come here quick! Now!" James said in a quick, urgent voice.
"Did you see a cricket again or something?! What makes think you can order-" Lily Evans Potter started in an annoyed tone as she came in carrying what looked like a magical glass bug trap of some sort but stopped short as she saw the situation and dropped the bug trap, gasped, and similarly drew her wand in a blur. "Who on earth are you and why are you in my house?!!" she said violently as she came dangerously close to Harry with her astonishingly green eyes flashing with anger.
Harry struggled to think of something to say while he mentally beat himself up for not thinking of this, all the while forgetting he couldn't get hurt in the memory and therefore being very afraid of what his parents were about to do to him. "I-I'm your son," Harry managed meakly. As if just remembering something, both of his parents looked around frantically, and then both looked like they were going to kill him about ten times in a row. But Lily got to him first and pinned Harry to the wall while still darting glances around the room while her husband continued to tear the house apart frantically.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HARRY?!!!" she bellowed.
"I am Harry!" he said so surprised and scared that he didn't notice this wasn't hurting him at all. At this Lily turned her head toward him sharply and looked about to say something else but for the first time actually looked at the face in front of her and deep into the eyes so identical to hers. Harry could feel her eyes boring into his and then suddenly she let go of him and then helped him up.
"James!" Lily called and James was there faster than lightning. "This is our son. I don't know how, but this is Harry.
"But-but, well okay, if you're sure," James said trusting her instinct that had saved them multiple times and hugged Harry, who was still to shellshocked to move.
"Are you okay?" Lily said waving a hand in front of his face. Harry nodded and his face broke into the biggest and most true smile he had ever worn in his life.
"So exactly why are you here?" James asked confusedly.
"Well, I-you see I just turned nineteen and-" Harry started but got stopped by his mother exclaiming "What? You're already nineteen?!" and grasping him in such a hug that Harry was struggling for air.
"Er-Lily, dear, you might wanna let go now, I think you're suffocating him," Harr's father said, smirking.
"Thanks, er-Dad. I got this thing for my birthday from Remus called a Memory Viator. Do you know what that is?"
"Oh, yes those just came out," Lily said observantly. "I'm glad you know Remus. He's such a wonerful person. But, Harry, why exactly are you here?"
Harry hesitated. He had no clue how to tell them. Looking at his son intently, James beckoned everyone to sit down on the couch.
"Harry, we're dead, aren't we?" he said very sadly. Harry nodded painfully.
"How?" Lily asked solemnly with a slight quiver in her voice and only her eyes showing how said she truly was.
Harry told them the story of Wormtail's betrayal and of the prophecy. After he had finished, his parents looked so murderous and upset that Harry had a strong urge to crawl under the couch.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE HE DID THAT!!! After all the things we've done for him!! And all the times I helped him in school!! James said pacing and shaking with anger.
"Well it's too late now," Lily said bitterly. "You can only change a Secret Keeper once and it wouldn't matter anyway since we're just a memory."
Harry looked down. After a moment's silence, James asked "What happened to Sirius and Remus? You've met them haven't you? Sirius raised you, right?"
Harry squeezed his eyse shut to try to find a way to tell his parents the thing that he had been dreading.
Harry slowly shook his head and quietly said "No, the-the Dursleys did."
This time, it was Lily who exploded. "WHAT?!!! My son was raised by that-that--that woman!! Why on earth--?" she sputtered off so angry she couldn't speak.
"But they hate us," James said with a very confused and revolted look on his face. As he said this, Lily calmed down and looked as if she was trying to figure out an extremely difficult problem. A look of understanding dawned upon her face.
"Oh god!"
"What, Lily?"
"Sirius, Evelyn, Eden, and we were the only ones who knew about the change in the Secret Keeper, right?"
"Yes but what does that--Oh no! Sirius must have been blamed! Even Dumbledore thought he was our Secret Keeper!" James said as he collapsed on the couch looking like he didn't know what to do in the slightest. "What happened?"
"Sirius was in Azkaban for twelve years before he escaped! He got charged for murdering twelve people including Pettigrew who had actually faked his own death and killed all of them. Sirius didn't even get a trial!" said Harry angrily.
"But Harry, now Sirius is innocent and taking care of you right? You said he escaped," asked James already starting to fear the inevitable answer. Harry couldn't bring himself to answer.
"Harry?" his mother asked.
"Sirius d-died four years ago. Bellatrix Lestrange killed him."
From their reaction, most would have thought James and Lily had actually not heard what Harry had said but Harry knew better than to think that. He attempted to duck out of the room and let them a moment to themselves but Lily caught his arm as he reached the tall doorway to the very well-decorated dining room. Harry couldn't bring himself to look at his young parents.
But when Lily said in a very shaky voice "But, but Siriussss c-can't b-b-be d-dead. We just s-saw him ye-yesterday." he was forced to look at her.
Then he slid down the wall and sat on the floor for a minute before saying "H-he's dead, mum. I-I s-s-saw it happen,---and it's all m-m-myyyy f-fault," Harry said guiltily as those tragic memories that had never stopped haunting him flooded back in full detail.
When James heard this he exploded with a voice full of about ten different emotions and so loud it made Lily and Harry jump around five feet in the air since he had been frozen stiff with shock previously. "It is NOT your fault, Harry. Whenever that-that horrible, evil wench is near, you know that Voldemort is involved and to blame. Whatever happened that led to--to---was Sirius' choice, I'm sure. When you want to tell us how i-it happened, we'll be here." At this, James strode out of the room, too full of emotion to go on.
Harry knew who he was going to visit. The two people he had wanted to talk to for eighteen years. He was going to see his parents. He had so many questions to ask them. Harry Potter wanted to know every single detail of the parents he had never truly met. His anger or doubt about the memory of Snape's was long gone.
Harry bent down by the bed and pulled out the beautiful basin carefully, as to not wake up Hedwig, his wonderful snowy white owl. Through the excitement and dreams from last night, Harry had completely forgot to feed her and jumped up to do so at the thought. He had expected Hedwig to upset or react coldly, but she hooted happily as Harry put in her favorite owl treats; as if se also knew it was his birtday. Harry smiled gratefully and said quietly, "I'll have a new friend up here for you in a bit Hedwig. Get some sleep."
Then, pulling out his wand, Harry concentrated on the memory that had continually kept haunting him in his dreams during the past couple of months. They had been torturing him because the want to know more about his parents was so strong, but now he was glad he had been having them. About every three days Harry would have the memory of his parents playing with him as a baby in their house, showing him what everything was, The most recent part was his dad leading Harry around the living room at about ten months old while his mother made dinner. This was the one he had chosen to visit.
After Harry shut Hedwig's copper door after petting her a bit as she ate, he crouched back down and grabbed his photo album that he was taking to show his parents what had happened in his life so far (not all of which he was looking forward to) and put on the adjustment that Seveawen had given him under the Memory Viator. Harry took a deep breath. He was almost shaking from the excitement and anticipation. "Here we go," he muttered under his breath, and then concentrated so hard on the memory his head began to hut. He pointed his wand to his head and drew a black squiggly pice down to the black substance just as Snape and Dumbledore had done several years ago with the Pensieve. Harry looked down and gasped. It had worked. Before thinking about any more, Harry plunged in and found himself falling directly into his father.
"OUCH! What the-" James exclaimed as they both fell onto the coffee table decorated with pheonixes. Harry's father had said this after turning around and looking at Harry, his face a mix of anger, confusion, and fear. James stepped back and drew his wand in a flash. "Lily! Come here quick! Now!" James said in a quick, urgent voice.
"Did you see a cricket again or something?! What makes think you can order-" Lily Evans Potter started in an annoyed tone as she came in carrying what looked like a magical glass bug trap of some sort but stopped short as she saw the situation and dropped the bug trap, gasped, and similarly drew her wand in a blur. "Who on earth are you and why are you in my house?!!" she said violently as she came dangerously close to Harry with her astonishingly green eyes flashing with anger.
Harry struggled to think of something to say while he mentally beat himself up for not thinking of this, all the while forgetting he couldn't get hurt in the memory and therefore being very afraid of what his parents were about to do to him. "I-I'm your son," Harry managed meakly. As if just remembering something, both of his parents looked around frantically, and then both looked like they were going to kill him about ten times in a row. But Lily got to him first and pinned Harry to the wall while still darting glances around the room while her husband continued to tear the house apart frantically.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HARRY?!!!" she bellowed.
"I am Harry!" he said so surprised and scared that he didn't notice this wasn't hurting him at all. At this Lily turned her head toward him sharply and looked about to say something else but for the first time actually looked at the face in front of her and deep into the eyes so identical to hers. Harry could feel her eyes boring into his and then suddenly she let go of him and then helped him up.
"James!" Lily called and James was there faster than lightning. "This is our son. I don't know how, but this is Harry.
"But-but, well okay, if you're sure," James said trusting her instinct that had saved them multiple times and hugged Harry, who was still to shellshocked to move.
"Are you okay?" Lily said waving a hand in front of his face. Harry nodded and his face broke into the biggest and most true smile he had ever worn in his life.
"So exactly why are you here?" James asked confusedly.
"Well, I-you see I just turned nineteen and-" Harry started but got stopped by his mother exclaiming "What? You're already nineteen?!" and grasping him in such a hug that Harry was struggling for air.
"Er-Lily, dear, you might wanna let go now, I think you're suffocating him," Harr's father said, smirking.
"Thanks, er-Dad. I got this thing for my birthday from Remus called a Memory Viator. Do you know what that is?"
"Oh, yes those just came out," Lily said observantly. "I'm glad you know Remus. He's such a wonerful person. But, Harry, why exactly are you here?"
Harry hesitated. He had no clue how to tell them. Looking at his son intently, James beckoned everyone to sit down on the couch.
"Harry, we're dead, aren't we?" he said very sadly. Harry nodded painfully.
"How?" Lily asked solemnly with a slight quiver in her voice and only her eyes showing how said she truly was.
Harry told them the story of Wormtail's betrayal and of the prophecy. After he had finished, his parents looked so murderous and upset that Harry had a strong urge to crawl under the couch.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE HE DID THAT!!! After all the things we've done for him!! And all the times I helped him in school!! James said pacing and shaking with anger.
"Well it's too late now," Lily said bitterly. "You can only change a Secret Keeper once and it wouldn't matter anyway since we're just a memory."
Harry looked down. After a moment's silence, James asked "What happened to Sirius and Remus? You've met them haven't you? Sirius raised you, right?"
Harry squeezed his eyse shut to try to find a way to tell his parents the thing that he had been dreading.
Harry slowly shook his head and quietly said "No, the-the Dursleys did."
This time, it was Lily who exploded. "WHAT?!!! My son was raised by that-that--that woman!! Why on earth--?" she sputtered off so angry she couldn't speak.
"But they hate us," James said with a very confused and revolted look on his face. As he said this, Lily calmed down and looked as if she was trying to figure out an extremely difficult problem. A look of understanding dawned upon her face.
"Oh god!"
"What, Lily?"
"Sirius, Evelyn, Eden, and we were the only ones who knew about the change in the Secret Keeper, right?"
"Yes but what does that--Oh no! Sirius must have been blamed! Even Dumbledore thought he was our Secret Keeper!" James said as he collapsed on the couch looking like he didn't know what to do in the slightest. "What happened?"
"Sirius was in Azkaban for twelve years before he escaped! He got charged for murdering twelve people including Pettigrew who had actually faked his own death and killed all of them. Sirius didn't even get a trial!" said Harry angrily.
"But Harry, now Sirius is innocent and taking care of you right? You said he escaped," asked James already starting to fear the inevitable answer. Harry couldn't bring himself to answer.
"Harry?" his mother asked.
"Sirius d-died four years ago. Bellatrix Lestrange killed him."
From their reaction, most would have thought James and Lily had actually not heard what Harry had said but Harry knew better than to think that. He attempted to duck out of the room and let them a moment to themselves but Lily caught his arm as he reached the tall doorway to the very well-decorated dining room. Harry couldn't bring himself to look at his young parents.
But when Lily said in a very shaky voice "But, but Siriussss c-can't b-b-be d-dead. We just s-saw him ye-yesterday." he was forced to look at her.
Then he slid down the wall and sat on the floor for a minute before saying "H-he's dead, mum. I-I s-s-saw it happen,---and it's all m-m-myyyy f-fault," Harry said guiltily as those tragic memories that had never stopped haunting him flooded back in full detail.
When James heard this he exploded with a voice full of about ten different emotions and so loud it made Lily and Harry jump around five feet in the air since he had been frozen stiff with shock previously. "It is NOT your fault, Harry. Whenever that-that horrible, evil wench is near, you know that Voldemort is involved and to blame. Whatever happened that led to--to---was Sirius' choice, I'm sure. When you want to tell us how i-it happened, we'll be here." At this, James strode out of the room, too full of emotion to go on.