A/N: Thank u so much The Grim and Spanna, my only reviewers. Someone else must be reading this, i just want to know what i can do to make it better.

Muggles and Memories

Harry spent the next 2 weeks getting everything prepared to go to London. Because of OWLs he didn't get any homework, so he spent most of his spare time relaxing in the garden and looking after his Firebolt. But the more time he spent with his broom, the more he wanted to ride it. So on one particularly warm evening he pushed his windows open, covered himself and his Firebolt with his invisibility cloak and rode off into the sunset.

He'd been up there for a couple of hours, and had already had to dodge away from a few birds, when he heard a deep rumbling. He felt the presence of huge Muggle plane that was circling him, releasing parachutists, as they floated towards him Harry suddenly realised that the tail of his broom wasn't covered by his cloak. Although it was dark the plane's lights showed it up brightly, the calls of the Muggles were getting louder.

Harry sped back to his room and looked at his clock; 3.30am 31 July. He was 16! Punching the air he noticed the 3 owls on his bed, gazing up at him, Hedwig softly greeted him. The first owl, a school one, had 3 letters and parcel:

Dear Mr Potter,

We have not yet received your NEWTs choices. Please submit them to Hogwarts by tonight or you will be unable to continue your magical education there.

Yours sincerely

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Harry gulped. Grabbing a piece parchment he scribbled down his entries: Charms, Transfiguration, Defence Against the Dark Arts and Potions. As much as he hated Snape he knew Potions would be essential if he wanted to become an Auror. He also chose to continue Care of Magical Creatures but not to take it as a NEWT. Letting the owl fly off with his submissions he picked up the next note:

Dear Mr Potter,

During your work experience week you will be working with Aurors, the Auror allocated to take charge of you during this week will be Nymphadora Tonks. You will be expected at the Auror headquarters in the Ministry of Magic on 15th of August at 7am. Accommodation has been arranged for you.

Yours Sincerely

Prof. Flitwick

Careers Consultant

The third letter was a birthday card from Hagrid and large sticky chocolate cake, Harry licked his lips with anticipation. The next owl; a tiny ball of fluff, was Ron's owl Pig. He was carrying birthday cards from Ron and Hermione, saying that he would get their presents when he stayed in London, and a card signed by all his friends at the Order. The third owl carried a large parcel, as Harry unwrapped it, a note fell out:

Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday, I hope I'll see you very soon. I found this when I was clearing out some of Sirius' belongings at Headquarters. I know he had intended to give it to you now, so I thought I ought to deliver it.

Remus

Harry pulled of the rest of the wrapping paper to find a shallow stone basin with runes carved around the rim. Picking it up he noticed an inscription on the base – "Perhaps you'll leaves others' alone now you have your own, Sirius." Harry smiled, at the same time wiping away a tear.

Then remembering what he had seen both Dumbledore and Snape do; he took his wand from his desk and placed the tip into his wild black hair and drew out a glistening silvery white strand. Dropping it into the Pensieve Harry began to swirl it, the basin filled with 16 years of memories, and he saw flashes of past experiences in the silvery substance. He saw childhood memories (mainly Dudley's gang tormenting him), his first view of Hogwarts, the Basilisk, the Triwizard Tournament and several flashes of blinding green light.

His head feeling surprisingly clear, Harry placed the Pensieve on his desk and climbed into bed, soon falling into a dreamless sleep.

The next few days passed quickly, and soon Harry found himself standing on the corner of Privet Drive, carrying his trunk and Hedwig's cage, with his right arm stuck out.

BANG.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus – 'Arry!" Stan Shunpike grinned at him, "come on, 'ere Ern look 'oo it is!" Stan helped Harry with his trunk into the purple triple-decker bus.

"Diagon Alley please," said Harry, passing Stan a handful of Sickles. He bolted to the nearest seat and clung to the handrail as the bus lurched and rattled across England.

A/N: Much shorter chapter, I know it's very random. Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes will appear in the next chapter, so please review, I'm gonna have a lot of fun writing it!