DISCLAIMER :
I do NOT own Harry Potter and its related characters, names, places, and so on. They belong to J.K.Rowling and hers only, unless she said otherwise.
LEGEND :
{...} - Words in curl brackets are Harry's words to himself
[...] - These are my comments and explanations, if they're needed...
... - These words/names/phrases are made up and I don't own them. My apology if they're similar to anything in the real world
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CHAPTER SEVEN - THE MEMORIES
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Dumbledore walks to other side of the room, opens the cupboard and pulls out the Pensieve. He puts it on his table and swirls the silver liquid with his wand. The colour changes to gold before it finally turn into a clear, transparent, much like water, form. Dumbledore then taps his head with his wand and pulls out his memories about Harry's parent. He does the process for several times until The Pensieve become silvery again.
"Now, Harry. What do you wish to see?"
"Everything, Sir. I just want to see and hear them. I want to know everything about the way they treat others. I need to know whether what people had to say about them is true or not"
"And what better ways to know it beside through the Pensieve. Is that what you think, Harry?"
"Well, yes, Sir. I mean, it is objective and neutral, right?"
"The Pensieve gives you what my brain memorizes. Therefore, it can only show you things from my side of view. But, yes. I believe it is neutral for it shows the facts, although it's only the facts that I know of, Harry"
"I guess that'll do for now, Sir"
"Very well then, Harry. Whenever you're ready"
Harry steps forward. He holds the Pensieve and lowered his body towards it. His nose was about to touch it when Dumbledore says, "Touching it with your finger would be enough, Harry" Harry pulls up his body. "Oh. Thank you, Sir" he says. So he does. Harry touches the Pensieve with his finger and the room spins around. Then, everything went dark.
Harry is standing on the corridor that heads to the Quidditch field. It is night and the moon is full. Harry sees Dumbledore is standing in his right side and a moment later another Dumbledore shows up in his left. For a while, Harry's mind is confused before he realizes that Dumbledore in the right side looks much younger than the left.
"Come along, Harry" said the left Dumbledore when the right one is walking in front of Harry, "If I'm not mistaken, we would see your father and his friends practicing Quidditch"
Harry follows the two Dumbledore as they walk in to the Quidditch field. He sees there're men flying around in their broomsticks. The three Chasers are throwing the Quaffle to the goal, which is guarded by the Keeper. Four of them are doing the practice while avoiding the two Bludgers that's intentionally aimed to them by the two Beaters on the team. Where's the Seeker, Harry wanders. And then, he sees it, the Golden Snitch, flying fast from right direction, heading for Dumbledore. Harry reflectively runs and tries to catch the Snitch. But it goes through his palm. A moment later, someone in a broomstick flies through Harry and catches the Snitch. The boy lifts up his broomstick, forming a circle in mid air to slow down his speed. Once he close to the ground, James jumps from his broomstick.
"Professor! Watching our practice aren't you?" he asks to Dumbledore on the right.
"I'm afraid I missed the chance, Mr. Potter. And it's late don't you think? I would have to ask you men to go to the tower and rest for tomorrow's game. Unless my old mind's mistaken, Gryffindor would face Hufflepuff in the evening, right?"
"Yes, Sir. We need 160 more points to overcome Slytherin and the Quidditch Cup would be ours this year"
"Then I must insist you and your team to take a rest tonight, Mr. Potter. You would need to get in your best shape if you wish to win tomorrow, not that I'm standing side, of course"
"Ha ha ha, we know, Sir" reply James before he turns to his team and yelled, "Okay, team. That's all for tonight. Go back to your bed and rest"
They put back the balls and lock them in. Two men are holding the box. They walk away from the field, followed by the rest of the team, Dumbledore and James. Harry and the real Dumbledore followed them too. The group is discussing their practice.
They're at the stairs when they see a red hair girl is walking in front of them.
"Evans!" James called the girl. He fastens his steps and stops at her side. Lily gives him a sharp look with her green eyes, "Oh, it's you" The other boys tries to hide their laughs.
"Come on, Evans. Don't be so cold. You haven't answer my question the other day"
"And which question is that, Potter?"
"I asked if you would go out with me to Hogsmeade this weekend"
Both of their faces turn red. The boys burst in laugh this time. Harry even sees the two Dumbledore are smiling. Not that Harry himself doesn't smirk.
"Well, didn't a 'No' for the answer ring any bell to you, Potter? I already told you that I won't go to Hogsmeade this weekend. Not with you or anyone else"
She fastens her steps and bumps into Sirius. She steps back and slips on the stairs. James immediately runs and holds her from further fall.
"Are you alright, Lily?" asks James while he helps her to stands straight.
"Yes, yes. I'm fine. You can let me go now, Potter"
James let his arms down and stares up to Sirius, "Black, what you are doing there? Don't you have something to say to Evans?"
"James! Good, I found you. Could I talk with you for a minute?" He looks a bit weird and ignoring the anger look that James gives to him.
"Is there something wrong?" James forgets his anger. He steps up, approaching Sirius. Sirius grabs him in left arm and pulls James up. He then whispers something to James. There's some strange understanding expression on James's face.
"Is there something wrong, Mr. Black?" ask Dumbledore, the one from his memory.
Sirius quickly turns his head and look at Dumbledore as if it's the first time he sees him. "Professor! I- No, Sir. Nothing's wrong. I just need to talk with James. That's all"
"Professor, Sir. If you don't mind, would you please take Evans and the others back to the tower? Me and Sirius will catch up with you in a moment" James asks. He waits for no answer and runs away from the stairs, followed by Sirius.
I do NOT own Harry Potter and its related characters, names, places, and so on. They belong to J.K.Rowling and hers only, unless she said otherwise.
LEGEND :
{...} - Words in curl brackets are Harry's words to himself
[...] - These are my comments and explanations, if they're needed...
... - These words/names/phrases are made up and I don't own them. My apology if they're similar to anything in the real world
==================================================
CHAPTER SEVEN - THE MEMORIES
==================================================
Dumbledore walks to other side of the room, opens the cupboard and pulls out the Pensieve. He puts it on his table and swirls the silver liquid with his wand. The colour changes to gold before it finally turn into a clear, transparent, much like water, form. Dumbledore then taps his head with his wand and pulls out his memories about Harry's parent. He does the process for several times until The Pensieve become silvery again.
"Now, Harry. What do you wish to see?"
"Everything, Sir. I just want to see and hear them. I want to know everything about the way they treat others. I need to know whether what people had to say about them is true or not"
"And what better ways to know it beside through the Pensieve. Is that what you think, Harry?"
"Well, yes, Sir. I mean, it is objective and neutral, right?"
"The Pensieve gives you what my brain memorizes. Therefore, it can only show you things from my side of view. But, yes. I believe it is neutral for it shows the facts, although it's only the facts that I know of, Harry"
"I guess that'll do for now, Sir"
"Very well then, Harry. Whenever you're ready"
Harry steps forward. He holds the Pensieve and lowered his body towards it. His nose was about to touch it when Dumbledore says, "Touching it with your finger would be enough, Harry" Harry pulls up his body. "Oh. Thank you, Sir" he says. So he does. Harry touches the Pensieve with his finger and the room spins around. Then, everything went dark.
Harry is standing on the corridor that heads to the Quidditch field. It is night and the moon is full. Harry sees Dumbledore is standing in his right side and a moment later another Dumbledore shows up in his left. For a while, Harry's mind is confused before he realizes that Dumbledore in the right side looks much younger than the left.
"Come along, Harry" said the left Dumbledore when the right one is walking in front of Harry, "If I'm not mistaken, we would see your father and his friends practicing Quidditch"
Harry follows the two Dumbledore as they walk in to the Quidditch field. He sees there're men flying around in their broomsticks. The three Chasers are throwing the Quaffle to the goal, which is guarded by the Keeper. Four of them are doing the practice while avoiding the two Bludgers that's intentionally aimed to them by the two Beaters on the team. Where's the Seeker, Harry wanders. And then, he sees it, the Golden Snitch, flying fast from right direction, heading for Dumbledore. Harry reflectively runs and tries to catch the Snitch. But it goes through his palm. A moment later, someone in a broomstick flies through Harry and catches the Snitch. The boy lifts up his broomstick, forming a circle in mid air to slow down his speed. Once he close to the ground, James jumps from his broomstick.
"Professor! Watching our practice aren't you?" he asks to Dumbledore on the right.
"I'm afraid I missed the chance, Mr. Potter. And it's late don't you think? I would have to ask you men to go to the tower and rest for tomorrow's game. Unless my old mind's mistaken, Gryffindor would face Hufflepuff in the evening, right?"
"Yes, Sir. We need 160 more points to overcome Slytherin and the Quidditch Cup would be ours this year"
"Then I must insist you and your team to take a rest tonight, Mr. Potter. You would need to get in your best shape if you wish to win tomorrow, not that I'm standing side, of course"
"Ha ha ha, we know, Sir" reply James before he turns to his team and yelled, "Okay, team. That's all for tonight. Go back to your bed and rest"
They put back the balls and lock them in. Two men are holding the box. They walk away from the field, followed by the rest of the team, Dumbledore and James. Harry and the real Dumbledore followed them too. The group is discussing their practice.
They're at the stairs when they see a red hair girl is walking in front of them.
"Evans!" James called the girl. He fastens his steps and stops at her side. Lily gives him a sharp look with her green eyes, "Oh, it's you" The other boys tries to hide their laughs.
"Come on, Evans. Don't be so cold. You haven't answer my question the other day"
"And which question is that, Potter?"
"I asked if you would go out with me to Hogsmeade this weekend"
Both of their faces turn red. The boys burst in laugh this time. Harry even sees the two Dumbledore are smiling. Not that Harry himself doesn't smirk.
"Well, didn't a 'No' for the answer ring any bell to you, Potter? I already told you that I won't go to Hogsmeade this weekend. Not with you or anyone else"
She fastens her steps and bumps into Sirius. She steps back and slips on the stairs. James immediately runs and holds her from further fall.
"Are you alright, Lily?" asks James while he helps her to stands straight.
"Yes, yes. I'm fine. You can let me go now, Potter"
James let his arms down and stares up to Sirius, "Black, what you are doing there? Don't you have something to say to Evans?"
"James! Good, I found you. Could I talk with you for a minute?" He looks a bit weird and ignoring the anger look that James gives to him.
"Is there something wrong?" James forgets his anger. He steps up, approaching Sirius. Sirius grabs him in left arm and pulls James up. He then whispers something to James. There's some strange understanding expression on James's face.
"Is there something wrong, Mr. Black?" ask Dumbledore, the one from his memory.
Sirius quickly turns his head and look at Dumbledore as if it's the first time he sees him. "Professor! I- No, Sir. Nothing's wrong. I just need to talk with James. That's all"
"Professor, Sir. If you don't mind, would you please take Evans and the others back to the tower? Me and Sirius will catch up with you in a moment" James asks. He waits for no answer and runs away from the stairs, followed by Sirius.