Harry clung tightly to his father's neck, and Sirius held back with the same ferocity.
"I'm so, so sorry you had to go through that…" Sirius whispered. Harry laughed softly.
"It was all worth it, in the end." He replied. Sirius was silent for a minute.
"I know you were too young to have very many memories, but if you like, I can transfer some of mine to you. It'll be like watching a movie; it will last for maybe an hour." Sirius offered. Harry nodded against Sirius's shoulder.
"I would like that." Harry replied. Pulling his wand out of his pocket, he pointed at his temple.
"Eximo memoria." He muttered. He slowly pulled away his wand, and long creamy-white tendrils came, attached. He put his wand against Harry's temple.
"Vigilo memoria." He muttered again. Harry felt something enter his mind, and instantly everything went black, and he went limp in his father's arms.
Harry blinked, rubbing his eyes. Where was he? It looked to be his parent's old house. Yes, there it was, he saw his Dad and Mum, sitting on the couch. He watched as Sirius held infant-Harry, smiling down at him. Sirius placed a small kiss on his son's forehead.
"That's right, pup, as soon as you're old enough, your Marauder Training begins." Sirius was saying. His mother frowned, but there was laughter in her eyes as she hit him on the back of the head.
"Oh no you don't, mutt!" She cried. Sirius grinned, ignoring the mother.
"Yep, don't worry; we'll get in enough practice before Hogwarts! We'll use your mum as the number-1 target!" Harry-infant squealed happily, and Lily cried out indignantly.
"See, Lilyflower? He's takin' dear old dad's side!" Sirius cried out happily, hugging them both close. The next memory was of him being held by his mother as she cooked, then of him asleep surrounded by the hair of a massive, shaggy black dog… The next was of him riding said dog. Next was of him and Remus Lupin, who was throwing him up in the air and catching him again, a look of pure happiness and contentment as the small child giggled delightedly. In this memory, he still had his long, curly hair. He then caught him for a last time and held him close, nuzzling his nose in the crick of Harry's neck. Then one of him and Remus, Remus tickling him mercilessly on the grass, before holding him close, nuzzling his nose in the crick of Harry's neck almost exactly like the previous one. This seemed to be both of their favorite position. Then he and his father way up high on a flying motorbike, his father holding the bar with one hand and wrapping his other protectively around the smile child's stomach. Then, himself being chased by a thin stag, and said stag eventually caught him, before turning into a James Potter, who hoisted Harry up on his shoulders and began to run around the extremely large back yard. Then one of Peter Pettigrew, and as soon as the fat lump tried to pick up the child, it gave an ear-piercing scream and ran to a half-amused half-worried long-haired Remus Lupin. The man instantly held him close in the 'Harry-Remus' embrace.
Then another of him and his mother, who were lying on his bed as she sang him (beautifully I might add) a lullaby. Then another of him and his mother, putting decorations on a beautiful Christmas tree, his father soon walked in and wrapped an arm around his wife's small waist, kissing her sweetly on the cheek. Then, it was obviously Christmas, and Harry was a little over six months old, being helped open Christmas presents from 'Uncle Rem' and Daddy, while Mummy handed them all a ginger-bread man. Peter, again, tried to pick up the small child, only to be thwacked hard over the head by a toy wand, and running to sit between his father and Uncle Rem, crying his eyes out. Sirius responded by hitting the man hard over the head, again, with Harry's toy wand. James walked in, doubling over in laughter, before leaning on who was obviously his boyfriend, a tall thin man with longish brown hair and a clean-shaven face. Then one of him and Uncle Rem, asleep on the couch (which was when the photo was taken). The last one was Harry getting back from Trick-Or-Treating on Halloween, dressed as a ghost, being held by Uncle Rem, his father right beside of him, kissing Lily.
It all went black again, and Harry became aware of how heavy he felt, and he slowly opened his eyes, blinking to try and clear his vision. It was then he realized someone had removed his glasses. He propped himself up on the new bed he had been laying in and squinted, trying to find a night-stand or anything that might have his glasses on it. When at last he did find it, he felt around for his glasses and slipped them onto his face.
He was able to glance around the room and was certain he had now idea where he was. He was fairly sure, however, that this room was familiar. He stood up and stretched, noticing for the first time his father asleep in the chair beside him. Smiling to himself softly, he walked up to the man, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Dad…?" He called softly. Sirius's muscles tightened, and he rubbed his eyes tiredly.
"Harry?" He asked. Harry nodded, smiled and said 'yeah' softly. Sirius paused.
"You're… okay with this right? Not upset with me or Remus?" Sirius asked slowly, standing up and placing a hand on his son's shoulder. Harry shook his head.
"Just with Dumbledore." He said darkly. Sirius nodded.
"I expect we all are… well, Sev and Moony will be after we get them off the Imperious and restore their memories…" Sirius muttered. "We can take care of him after we get ourselves prepared enough. Right now, from what I can remember, Dumbassdoor put a block on our powers, so we could never reach our full potential. You see, we were threats, and had we had our full power, he would've had no chance. So what we can do, I'll take off your block first, and then you can do me. It's very complicated and it takes a while. Do you think you can do it?" Sirius asked, and Harry nodded.
"I can only do my best." He replied.
"Alright, what I need you to do is lay down. Be absolutely relaxed. You have to put your full trust in me. Don't think of anything except your breathing." After half an hour, Harry was in deep meditation. Light filled him as he traveled to his magical core. He seemed to have no control of his actions. Inside a dark room, there was a large ball of emerald-green energy, which was almost as tall as he was! Instinct made him want to walk into it, so he did. On the inside were hundreds of strings, like a spider-web.
'What a shame,' he thought, 'that most of them are ripped and broken.' He reached over to the nearest one, and slowly he began connecting them so that, after a long time, they were all repaired. The strings glowed gold, before another ball, this time ruby-red and evil-looking entered it. All he knew was that he didn't want it there. It was tangling up his strings again! With a lunge, he manage to shove the ball out his emerald green one, where it swelled and exploded, and he felt at peace. He shuttered, and awoke to his name being called.
"Did it work?" Sirius asked eagerly. Harry nodded slowly.
"I think it did." Harry replied, as his dad took his place on the floor. His father explained the long, tedious project to him, and he managed to complete it with minor difficulties. Half an hour later, they were dressed and ready to collect their former friends.
"Uncle Rem first," Harry asked.
"Absolutely," was his reply.
