A/N:-Ok, it's at this point where you want to hurry off and read the first 2 stories in this series. If you haven't or can't be bothered, here's a quick recap of what has happened in the series (the lily and James part of it anyway), Remember, they're in the pensieve. Also I've revised this becaus it was confusing before and you couldn't tell where one scene ended and another began with the memories

"I'm glad you both decided to come. I am fully aware of your relationship with each other." Dumbledore said.

"What relationship?" James asked.

"I just wanted to say thank you." Lily said after a few moments in silence. James looked at Lily, "And that you were right yesterday. I do have my head up my arse, you have changed and I was a bit blind. I guess the past is kinda making me see what I want to see." James smiled at Lily as she tried to get this out. "And I want to tell you that I wouldn't mind being friends with you. After all you did save me from Cole and I would appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone." They had both stopped at the top of the stairs to the entrance hall.

"Mum, Dad!" Lily shouted. "They've used Magic to seal the door" Lily said frantically crashing against the door. April ran over and pointed at the door.

"Alohamora" She said urgently

"She looks so peaceful." April said touching Jenny's cold cheek. Lily took out the wand and placed it at one of Jenny's hands.

"Just so you're armed in the afterlife." Lily whispered. Lily looked at April. April looked at the photos and placed them by her head and leant over and kissed her cold forehead.

"We love you." April said to the lifeless corpse.

"Did I do something wrong?" Lily asked concerned.

"No." James said putting a hand on Lily's wet hair. "You've done nothing wrong it's just that," James floated away slightly. "We've been going out for a while haven't we?" Lily nodded. "And I love you so much, more then life itself and because of this I can't imagine a life without you at all. I don't think I could live without you." James pulled the box above water and opened it. The contents were all still dry. "Will you marry me?" he asked. Lily looked slightly shocked but soon broke out into a grin

"Yes." Lily said happily

James, it's April. Your mum and I are at your house with Lily. She's really ill. She's been throwing up all afternoon. Please come home quickly Lily really wants you here. April.

James frowned and folded up the letter.

"Lily's ill." James said to Peter.

"Morning sickness?" Lily said, "That's ridiculous, to have morning sickness you'd have to be-"

"Pregnant?" Alice Longbottom asked. Lily stared at Alice in shock.

"I can't be pregnant." Lily said. "I'm eighteen, I've just left school. I'm working I can't be pregnant."

"Oh crap, you're leaking!" Sirius said slightly alarmed.

"My water broke." Lily said like it was an omen. She looked at James. James had gone very slightly paler.

"What is happening?" Mrs. Chang asked. April was about to answer when the door shattered and April was thrown backward against the foot of the bed. She opened her mouth in pain as her back hit the bed frame. A figure stood in the doorway. Voldemort stood in the doorway. James and Mrs. Chang both immediately withdrew their wands. James got to his feet and stood next to Mrs. Chang.

"Voldemort." Lily gasped. She held the baby closer to her ashet started screaming at the top of his lungs.

"The baby is born." Voldemort said. "Hand him to me now or die." He said.

"Never." James growled at him.

"Can you close the door? I don't want James to hear." Lily said to April as she got up. April shut the door and went to Lily. They both sat on a fairly large cushion that Sirius had bought Harry on a strange whim. It was large enough for a fully grown adult to sleep on.

"What's wrong?" April asked looking concerned.

"I think I'm pregnant again." Lily said staring at her knees. April looked at her in surprise.

Harry and Emma found themselves back in April's room. Harry looked slightly stunned while Emma looked like she was going to cry but also trying to hold it back.

"Do you think all that really happened?" Emma asked Harry.

"It must have happened." Harry said quietly. He never thought his parents had given up so much to protect him. He would have liked to see what else had happened but the pensieve had run out of thoughts when they had seen Lily tell April she was pregnant. Emma looked at Harry with a slightly different perspective. He wasn't the enemy anymore as she'd been grown up to believe. He was her older brother. She could see it now, the similarities between him and her, where their personalities came from, their looks.

"I'm hungry." Emma said. Harry nodded and they headed downstairs where they could smell the strong smell of food being cooked. Harry didn't know what to think. He had just witnessed the last few years of his parents life condensed into a few hours. Harry sat at the table in the kitchen, where April sat writing something on some parchment. Hermione was reading a book and Ginny and Ron were playing exploding snap. April looked up when she saw Harry sit down and Emma wonder over to where Shoner was cooking their dinner.

"So you saw it all then?" April asked quietly.

"Not all of it. There were loads that just wasn't there." Harry said. Harry didn't notice Hermione look up curiously.

"Not all of their memories were in there. And what memories are in there are your mother's. James was always scared that Lily would jinx him if she found about half the stuff he'd done at school." April said. Harry nodded and looked at the parchment April had been writing on. There were a list of names on it and Harry recognised quite a few as Aurors. "Are you sure you're ok?" April asked.

"Why did no one tell me that Voldemort attacked me at my birth?" Harry asked looking into April's eyes. This caught the Weasley's and Hermione's attention.

"What?" Ginny asked. Harry continued to look at April. She sighed and put her quill down.

"It was just after the prophecy had been made." April told Harry. "We really weren't expecting it, none of us knew about the prophecy except your mother. She told us about it later" April said, "We didn't think you needed to know. That was the third time you parents managed to escape Voldemort but he missed his chance by just a fraction of a moment. It's nothing important Harry."

"Did Wormtail tell him?" Harry asked.

"One presumes so." April said gravely. "The bastard, we trusted him with everything, including the lives of the Potters. I'm glad he was killed."

"He was killed?" Hermione gasped.

"Yes, we had a report last night that he was found dead in his cell. No one knows what happened but it's clear he was killed by Avada Kedavra, I was going to tell you tonight." April said,

"Served him right." Harry mumbled.

"He was a bit of a…" Emma searched for a word. "…a bastard." She couldn't think of anything else. She looked at Harry, "I've only just found out I'm your sister but think that our parents wouldn't have wanted us to sit here sulking." Emma said at Harry's long and depressed expression. "They died trying to protect us…you at any rate." Emma said. Harry looked at the girl he now considered his sister. She looked remarkably like his mum had when Harry had looked into Snape's pensieve.

"She's right," April said. "That's why I'm giving you the training."

"I can go back to Malfoy Manor if you want, try and find out more or-" Emma started.

"It's too risky, you're staying here where you're safe until you go back to school." April said. She got up. "I want you kids to behave while I go to the office quickly. Sirius will be here soon." Harry nodded sombrely and April gave him a sympathetic look before apparating out. Hermione, Ron and Ginny looked at Harry.

"What was that about?" Ron asked. Harry looked at Emma, should he tell them?

"We looked into our parents' pensieve." Emma said quietly. Harry gave her a slight smile of thanks, he really couldn't feel or think of anything right now. Flashes of his parent's memory kept flickering on and off in his mind.

"But they're dead." Hermione said quietly and gently.

"April has their pensieve upstairs, apparently it's one of the only things she could find after they died." Harry said quietly.

"We've just been looking at it." Emma said. Her voice was slightly weaker then it had been.

"Is that where you two have been all day?" Ginny asked kindly. Harry nodded. He finally understood all the pain and suffering that Sirius, Remus and April must have gone through. He himself had been on the verge of letting out a tear quite a few times during the pensieve, his grandparent's death, Jenny's death, the dark times his parents had to endure. If he had felt such strong emotion just watching it he couldn't imagine what it must have been like to live it. The three adults Harry cared and loved most were a lot stronger then they looked though Harry had to admit that the effort it took to stay strong was beginning to show on all three. April looked more tired, Remus looked older, Sirius had a couple more lines on his face.

Harry got up and walked to his room and stopped just in front of his parent's picture on the stairs. He stared at it for a while studying every single detail of the picture. He realised that his mum actually looked slightly older then she should and James looked a bit tired. He had never studied the photo in detail before. Harry tore his gaze off it and went to his room. Harry walked into his room to find Jenny sleeping on his bed. Then he realised that there was no music in the house. Harry sighed with a slight smile and went to his small bookshelf and pulled out a book to start studying. He might as well get learning for his assessment if he could get his mind off his parents and Jenny.

Harry sat on his bed near the head carefully. He tried not to disturb Jenny and opened the book on disguise and stealth.

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...

Harry shook his head. He couldn't think about trying to defeat Voldemort yet. He had an assessment to study for but what was the point in studying? All that mattered was the experience that Harry could get. He needed to learn more advanced spells, curses and jinxes if he was to ever fight Voldemort. Harry gazed at the wall opposite his bed. How was he going to use Love as a weapon. Hermione and Ron could only help him so much so he wouldn't take it to them. April wouldn't have a clue on how to defeat Voldemort. Harry tried to look at the book again when he suddenly remembered the room that melted Sirius' knife when he had fought Voldemort in the Ministry of magic.

"There is a room in the Department of Mysteries that is kept locked at all times. It contains a force that is more wonderful and more terrible than death, than human intelligence, than the forces of nature. It is also, perhaps, the most mysterious of the many subjects for study that reside there. It is the power held within that room that you possess in such quantities and which Voldemort has not at all."

Dumbledore's words rang through Harry's head. The words from his fifth year, the year before Dumbledore himself died. Harry put his face in his hands and pulled at his hair in frustration. Why did it have to be him, why was it affecting him so much now when he'd known for two years. Harry knew the time was getting closer. He couldn't put it off, he knew that he had to do something, build up his knowledge of defensive and offensive spells, he couldn't just slack off. He had to work hard but it was so difficult when the weight of the world was on his shoulders. The entire wizarding community was watching him and waiting for Harry to save them from the tyranny of Voldemort when they could easily help Harry by trying to prevent people from following Voldemort, they could have listened to Harry when Cedric had died.

Why did everyone have to be so difficult? Harry shook his head and racked his brain to make sense of everything that had happened to him. What did he possess that could be used as a weapon? What was behind that locked door. It was obviously something Harry had. But what he had that Voldemort didn't was love, friends, trust, family. How could anyone harness those things when they were feelings. Could feelings be mustered and harnessed? Harry didn't think so or Dumbledore would have told him. Harry could feel it coming almost as if he could see it. The months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds were ticking away until crunch time, kill or be killed, neither one Harry fancied doing.

A/N:-ok, back at School now. Joy (!!) I revised this chapter slightly because i didn't like how it was set out. I've redone the layout, kinda. I've seperated the memories so you can tell the different memories and where they begin or end.