This is the chapter I started writing this story for. Amazing how my original plot has gotten so lost and twisted during the writing process. Still, this pensive is going to play a very important part in this story, just wait.

Okay, these are the thoughts of the authors, because I'm afraid I'm losing my reader base. I've quite reading a story because it has lost my interest, hopefully you guys are still interested, but I thought I'd try to explain my logic a bit.

December O'Riley: she is a very complex character, almost too complex and since she has been reclusive since the death of James and Lily she's lost a lot of her social abilities. This gives her a little mystery and hard edge.

Harry: He's angry and confused. I wrote in a previous chapter that he didn't know if he loved Cho or not but he'd give his life for her. Harry does have a overwhelming desire to play the hero, and right now he's lost his reason to fight. For those of you who have passed the precious age of 16, you know what I mean by this statement, "he doesn't really know what love is yet." I love the old adage, "you have to lose before you can love."

Cho: She's been though so much, and her confidence has been shattered. Hermione gave a hint not long ago saying, the weak minded can easily become victims of the Torto Scriptures, (Hint: remember that, it will play a big role later.)

Pavarti: I needed an antagonist, simply put. She's your typically sixteen year old girl. It isn't really Harry she loves, it is the chase to get him.

Cho/Harry ship: Here is my problem, there is no way a relationship between these two is going to be easy. I really got tired of reading these stories where Harry sees Cho and magically the two are drawn towards each other again. At the end of OotP, Harry had lost that back-flip feeling about Cho, but she still blushed. I'll let you reach your own conclusions.

Purebloods United: I know, the password was a little obvious, you guys will find out in about why later.

Everything is set, and the plot is unraveling. I'm glad I've got some of you guys frustrated, that was my goal. I'm working on a chapter that is going to make you guys stare at the computer screen in shock, I'm amazed by it myself.

Oh my apologies for the misspelling of GRAWP, just pretend it's spelled correctly. (Laziness on my part, I normally don't have access to the HP book when I'm writing and I don't have time to look up every single word, so I have to rely on my memory which isn't always accurate.)

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Chapter Twenty-Nine: Forgotten Memories

It was becoming a familiar feeling, the haze that surrounded the pensive memories. He couldn't be sure of the date, but he was at an earlier Hogwarts, a dormitory room. His eyes searched around for a young December O'Riley.

"He didn't even kiss me goodnight," he heard a young blond girl say, causing him to quickly turn his attention. There sat a young red haired girl, with Harry's almond shaped green eyes. The blond continued her discussion, "he shook my hand."

Harry's mother gave the young blond a worried look, "it's okay, he's a prat anyway."

The blond suddenly busted into a fit of giggles, "I'm only kidding! It was great,

romantic, I think I'm in love!"

Lily slightly frowned, similar to the expression Harry made when he heard news he didn't really approve of, "that's wonderful. I'm glad you and Rodney had a good time,"

The young girl went into a fit of giggles, and started telling all the details of her evening. How Rodney had confessed his love for her and kissed her with so much passion. How they were going for a walk tomorrow afternoon, and how he wanted to go to Hogmeade with her next weekend. Obviously she didn't get the hint that Lily didn't approve.

Harry halfway listened to the girl's story, she reminded him of Lavender Brown. Another figured entered the dormitory room, and she caught his attention. She was the spiting image of an older Luna Lovegood

"Where is the world is December, it's almost one!" the young blond suddenly said off

subject.

"Just wondering that myself," Lily replied.

Harry followed them as they disappeared down the dormitory stairs into the common, still chatting and giggling. The fire was still burning. It didn't take them long to find out what happened to December. She was cuddled on the couch snogging with Sirius Black.

Harry froze at the sight of his fallen God father, he looked so confident in his youth. It was amazing the toll Azkaban had taken on him. Next to him, in an uncomfortable looking position was a young Professor O'Riley.

"DECEMBER NOEL O'RILEY!" Lily yelled.

December looked up innocently, and Sirius just shot them a pleasant wave.

"I was just seeing if he was as good of a kisser as he was claiming to be,"

December defended.

"I'm Head Girl, this is unacceptable! Detention for both of you!" Lily shirked.

Sirius let out a slight snicker, "that's going to damage my reputation,

detention for snogging."

December gave Sirius a sly look, and then said to Lily, "Lils, why do you always

have to bust up the party?"

"There are rules in this school, and it's time you learn how to follow them,

both of you," she said coldly, "I'll be reporting this incident to Professor

McGonagall in the morning."

Harry grinned at his mother, who somehow reminded him of Hermione. Remus had been correct, December definitely was the sarcastic one of the bunch.

The scene swirled a bit as the memory changed. He was outside on the grounds of Hogwarts, on what looked to be a beautiful autumn day. His mother was storming out of the main doors, with a look of fury in her eyes. He couldn't make out what she was muttered under her breath. Now he knew where he got his temper from.

He watched closely as several Slytherins approached her from behind. A tall boy which Harry didn't recognize lifted his wand, "Stumpy." Lily fell to the ground stunted, as she lifted her head a trickle of blood appeared under her chin.

"YOU BASTARD!" Harry swore, knowing it wouldn't do any good.

"I warned you that you'd get yours," said the boy. "ARIIAS!"

Lily was suddenly 10 feet in the air, she looked as if an unknown force was ripping

her insides out. The group of Slytherins laughed.

"I hate a mudblood," said a young greasy Severus Snape, " they always seem so dirty."

"You stupid prat! She took up for you!" Harry yelled at him.

She tried to scream but he shot a muting spell at her. Suddenly the tall Slytherin boy muttered the counter curse, and Lily smacked the ground.

Harry recognized the young Bellatrix LeStrange, or Black back then, suddenly sending a stunting spell and Lily felt her body give out, as she tried to pick herself up. Snape walked over to Lily, and grabbed her hair, dropped a few drops of a liquid into her mouth,. She tried to spit it out, but he held her mouth shut.

"Slow poison, we're going to eradicate you mudbloods one at a time," he said

coldly.

The mute spell had begun to wear off and she looked at Snape coldly, " just wait

until I tell..." she passed out.

"LILY!" Harry turned his head to see a furious James Potter charging at the group. His wand was out and his eyes were stern, "POINTS, What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Stay out of this Potter, it doesn't concern you!" the tall boy warned.

"Like hell it doesn't!"

Snape tried to throw a spell at James, but his reflexes were to fast, and James stunted him. Harry tried to keep up with the flying spells and who was throwing, which on where. In the end, the tall Slytherin boy and Severus Snape were lying unconscious and stunned by the lake, and Bellatrix was vomiting profusely. James bent down next to Lily and scoped her up in his arms urging her to wake up, "Lily wake up,

come on girl, stop playing, wake up!"

Lily opened her eyes and let out a soft cry. She threw her arms around and began to cry.

"Lily, it's okay, your safe now," he said comforting.

Harry watched proudly, realizing at long last that Sirius and Remus were right, his father hadn't been the prat he had seen in Snape memories.

As he blinked his eyes the scene changed again.

The room was magnificent, as a group of somewhat older friends chatted happily around the fire. Lily was talking with the short blond girl from the Hogwarts dormitory, who was cuddled up with none other than Peter Pettigrew on the couch; he immediately developed a dry taste in his mouth.

"HEY O'RILEY!" Sirius yelled from the kitchen. Remus was attempting to hold Sirius back. "ME AND LUPIN HERE HAVE A BET GOING!" Sirius continued. "Drink a cup of coffee and sober up you're drunk," December snapped back.

"NO, I SAY YOU THINK I'M THE BETTER." Remus grabbed Sirius and spun him around.

"Your making a bloody fool out of yourself mate," Remus swore.

December was seeing red, "I'm really getting tired of this."

"So Black, what is it again," she said sweetly.

"Well," he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, "remember when you said that Remus was a better kisser than me, I bet Remus here that you've changed your mind."

"Is that a fact?" December continued.

She gave Sirius a cold look and pushed passed him, she seized Remus head in her hands and delivered a very long and passionate kiss.

Sirius looked speechless, and instantly became sober. James watched Sirius cautiously, unsure of what his response would be.

When December finally pulled away from her kiss with Remus she gave Sirius a twisted smile, "no, Remus is still a better kisser."

The girl sitting with Peter gave a quick chuckle, and Lily placed her hands over her open shocked mouth. Sirius was speechless as she stared in disbelief at December. She smirked and gave Remus a pleased grin. Sirius stormed back into the kitchen without saying a word, and James was quick to follow him.

"That ought to shut him up," December muttered coldly. Remus was blood red, and he lowered his head, "you shouldn't have done that."

"Way to go Moony," Peter clapped.

Harry followed his father and Sirius back into the kitchen.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE HER!" Sirius bellowed.

"Mate, it's okay," James tried calming his drunk friend.

"And Remus, kissing her back," Sirius continued, "he has no loyalty."

"Sirius, she was just messing with your mind," James begged.

"Breaking my heart more like it," he grumbled in reply. "Come on Padfoot, your not going to let this get to you.."

Sirius stared at the door with anger; "I can't believe he'd do something like this behind my back."

James shook his head, "what are you talking about?"

"Isn't it obvious. Remus and December are dating behind my back. Why else would he move in with her?"

"You know that's not true. Remus would never do that to you," James insisted.

"I should have known better than to trust a werewolf," Sirius said to himself.

Harry stood with his mouth wide open in shock; he couldn't believe Sirius would ever say anything like about Remus condition. Before he could regroup his emotions the room began to dissolve and Harry found himself in another room. His mother was collapsed on the floor in front of the fireplace. He felt panic surging though his veins as he prepared himself for the worst, then she moved.

"Damn," she swore. It took her several minuets to finally collect herself. She lifted her head, "HELLO?" She walked into the kitchen as Harry followed her, "DECEMBER?" She opened the back door, "REMUS?" She took a few steps away from the house and began to scan the landscape. Harry noticed the view of Hogmeade in the distance. When he glanced back at his mother's face she was in a look of pure terror, he followed her eyes to the dark mark hovering above the house.

"DECEMBER!!! BETH!!!" she screamed, dashing back into the house.

She flung December's bedroom door open, "DECEMBER!! REMUS!!!" Harry ran to keep up with her, catching up with her as she tore out of one room and flung the door open on the next., "REMUS!!" She flung open the spare bedroom door, "HELLO???"

Suddenly she stopped; she could her a muffled sob. She looked like what little blood she had left had drained out of her. She quietly opened the last bedroom door and closed her eyes. Harry gasped as he saw what this memory had revealed.

December O'Riley looked insane. Her eyes were wide and she was rocking a lifeless body. "December," Lily said quietly. She finally caught saw of who December was holding and she fell to her knees. "Beth," Lily cried, "she's not dead!" Lily tried to pry Beth's lifeless body out of December hold, "December give her to me, we can save her." December shook her head, tears making her face unfamiliar. "DECEMBER!" Lily smacked her across the face. "SHE'S DEAD!!" December shrilled. She lowered her voice, "don't you think I've tried." Lily was unaware of the tears now streaming down her face.

Harry narrowed his eyes, he didn't understand the logic of this memory pattern, it didn't seem to have any logic. Again the scene vanished only to replaced with another.

"I can't be your secret keeper," Sirius said unconfidently, "I'll put you guys in too much danger."

"Sirius," Lily started.

"No, Lils, let me finish," Sirius stopped her, "it was Snape that made me think of it, half of those slimy Slytherins we went to school with would bet anything James would make me his secret keeper, if the need arises. I would never tell, not even if I had to die keeping the secret, but what if I don't have a choice, they could use one of the unforgivable curses on me, and force me against my will. I've heard the Order say that the Dark Lord can read minds. I think you should make Peter your secret keeper."

"That is insane," James spat.

"No, it isn't," Peter interjected.

He looked nervously at Sirius, "they'd never suspect me, I was the weak one remember. Sirius could be the decoy, we could even leave clues that would lead the Death Eaters into thinking he was your secret keeper."

Sirius nodded in agreement, "it's the safest course of action."

"I don't like it, I don't want you to be a decoy," James directed towards Sirius.

"I'm going to be in no more danger than if I was your secret keeper," Sirius argued.

"Peter, it isn't that I don't trust you," James tried to explain.

"No, I know you had your mind set on Sirius being your choice, I can't blame you. But you've been like a second family to me, both of you, and I swear that I won't let you down."

James nodded in a thankful notion toward Peter.

"It's your choice Prongs, but I think you know we're right about this," Sirius continued.

"What about Remus?" Lily said suddenly.

Sirius eyes went scarlet with anger, "Remus?"

Lily didn't let her eyes waver, "I think if we change like this than Remus should have a say in this to, he is a Marauder isn't he?"

"We don't even know where Remus is?" James interjected.

"Than find him," Lily spat.

"We don't know if we can even trust Remus," Peter said softly.

Lily lowered her head, "I can't believe you guys, I thought I could trust all of you," Lily said under her breath.

"Lily love," James begged.

"Fine, whatever you think," she warned.

James sat motionless for a moment then finally shook his head in agreement.

Harry watched Wormtail twitching nervously, "I bet this was the best day of your life," Harry hissed.

As he blinked the scene changed again. It was obviously his parents' kitchen and on the table sat a big fat owl with a letter secure in it's beak. Lily was bent over trying to talk to it.

"Is that for me?" she asked the owl as she reached out her hand, he turned his head and moved the letter out of her reach.

"Is it for James Potter?" she asked the owl.

The bird didn't respond and Lily gave a frustrated huff. She looked around the kitchen counter and found a raw piece of bacon, which she tossed over to the owl. He immediately dropped the letter and seized his treat, and Lily was quick to snatch it off the table. The owl chocked down his meal and hooted an unhappily as he flew out the window.

She glanced down at her fingers starting at the peculiar gray paper. It had no name on the front of then envelope. She carefully tore the top of the envelope and pulled out the letter that was written on the same type of bluish gray paper. Harry peered over her shoulder as she read the words, but the words didn't matter.

Leave your house tonight, it is not safe. This letter is all I can do, my hands are tied. You have been warned.

Sincerely,

Anonymous

"Snape," Harry said under his breath, he'd know that slimy handwriting anywhere. His anger lifted him up and soon he found himself standing over the edge with a feeling of rage coursing though his veins.

"I was wondering when you'd find the courage to take a peek," said Professor O'Riley, who was now sitting at her desk.

Harry spun around, "Snape knew, he knew!"

O'Riley shook her head, "yes he did, but his hate for James and Sirius blinded him from doing what's right."

"I thought this was your pensive," Harry said still feeling slightly confused.

She almost chuckled, "oh no, that was your parents' pensive. Dumbledore gave it to me to guard after their death. When it's safe, I'll pass it to you."

"How much did you see?" she almost whispered after a few moments of silence.

"It was confusing, it kept jumping from memory to memory," Harry confessed.

She nodded, "you must have several questions in your mind. The pensive helps you answer question, meaning if you're thinking about Pettigrew or Snape, memories surrounding them would emerge."

Harry narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "you read my thoughts?"

"You need to become aware of what you let your mind expose, be cautions and never allow you mind to be open," she said softly.

He reflected back of the memories had examined, "why couldn't you trust Remus?"

"Remus, that is a part from my past that I sometime wish I could redo. I'm afraid his mistrust is my fault," O'Riley confessed. "Your God Father and I had a difficult relationship, and our difficultly affected all those close to us. Remus Lupin was one of my closest friend, and our closeness caused tensions between him and Sirius."

Harry watched her face twitch closely, "who was the young girl who was killed?"

December O'Riley closed her eyes, "Beth, you would have liked her, she could make the saddest person smile."

"What happened to her?"

Professor O'Riley lifted her head determinately, "she was killed by the Dark Lord's supporters, many have fallen. Ironic that I alone remain, December the last month to fall in this year of darkness."

"Do you know about the prophecy?" he finally asked.

She smiled at him, "I wish I could say I didn't, but I do."

"Than it's in the pensive?" Harry said quickly.

Professor O'Riley nodded, "but only three people even know this pensive still exist. Four now."

He wanted to tell her about the Death Journal, but something stopped him. He couldn't betray Cho, "I came to your office tonight because Professor Snape wouldn't listen to me."

"About what Harry?" she asked.

Harry suddenly stopped, "what if Snape was a spy, what if he already knew about the Pureblood United meeting, about Malfoy's Dark Mark?"

"Were you in love with Sirius?" Harry asked thinking off the top of his head to change the subject.

She nodded, "so tell me about this Ravenclaw girl, I hear you two are becoming quite close."

Harry eyes widened, "how did you know about that?"

She pointed a finger to her head, "learn to close off your thoughts Potter, some of them you hide so well, others you wear right on your sleeve."

Harry didn't exactly feel comfortable talking about Cho to Professor O'Riley.

"I understand if you don't want to talk about it," the young professor said with a sly wink. "Well, if you haven't anything else to tell me, then you best get back to your common room, it is past your curfew."

Harry nodded, "thanks professor. Is there anyway I can come back to look into the pensive again?"

"I'm afraid not, Dumbledore doesn't think it a wise idea for you to submerge your thought in the memories of your parents. At least not until you've mastered Occlemency, it is just to much of a risk," she said solemnly.

His gut instant told him to rage and argue, after all it was his parent's pensive, and he had a right to know the truth. Yet, his heart knew O'Riley was right, he needed to master Occlemency before learning the truth about his parents, in case there was some weakness that Voldemort might try to use to his advantage. He already had some answers to dwell on for a time, it wasn't like he couldn't find a way to pry if he really wanted to after all.

When he arrived at the Gryffindor common room he was glad to see Hermione and Ron studying.

"Ron, Hermione," he called as he approached.

Hermione looked up from her book, "Harry, where have you been?"

He thought about if he wanted to tell them about the pensive, but doing so might mean he'd have to reveal his secret about his prophecy. Harry decided to keep that to himself, for now.

"I stumbled across the Pureblood United meeting tonight."

"Stupid gits, they try to attack you or anything?" Ron asked nonchalantly.

Harry shook his head, "no, it isn't just a harmless club, their recruiting Death Eaters."

"Harry, what did you do?" Hermione lectured.

"Have you guys ever been in the North extended hall?" Harry asked them.

Ron raised his eyebrows, "it's a dead-end mate, only a statue of a screaming woman."

"Haven't you learned Ron, things are never what they seem at Hogwarts," Hermione replied rolling her eyes, "when are you going to learn to use your eyes?"

Harry had to smile, "it's a entrance to a passageway, which leads to a chamber. I saw them talking to a statue of Voldemort, chanting is a language similar to parsletongue."

"Did you tell Dumbledore?" Hermione asked quickly.

Harry shook his head, "no, I ran into Snape, he told me Dumbledore was out on Order business, and when I tried to tell him about the chamber he told me I was lying."

"He's in on it," Ron deducted.

Hermione huffed, "we've already been though this, Snape isn't the enemy."

Harry wanted to tell them everything; the pensive, the prophecy, but he held back his words.