Summary: After his fifth year, Harry's summer is downright depressing, but when Remus lets him sort through Sirius's things he makes a discovery that could change his whole life.

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Dark Secrets

Chapter 6: Memories

Harry sat on his bed staring into Wesley's eyes. He felt Wesley intrude in his mind again. Harry watched aunt Marge swell up again and for a moment forgot to fight it, enjoying the sight of his handy work. Then he was suddenly in Moaning Merthal's (A/N: Is that right?) toilet, a gooey potion softly bubbling in front of him.

Panic rose up in Harry and he tried to push Wesley out of him mind. Surprisingly it worked and suddenly the scene in front of his eyes changed.

"Wesley, Nicholas! Our new neighbours have moved in. Come on, were going to meet them."

He was walking down the stairs and smiled when he spotted his wife and eight-year-old son.

"Well, what are we waiting for, Cathy?" He asked, his smile not fading.

His wife smiled and opened the front door, ushering their son out. They walked over to the house next to them. It wasn't too big, but it was perfect for a growing family. They reached the front door and he quickly glanced at the golden letters spelling out the name of the house: 'Godric's Hollow'.

His wife rang the doorbell and they didn't have to wait long for the door to be opened. A beautiful woman around the age of nineteen opened the door. She had a fairly petit figure, long auburn hair reaching past her shoulders and bright emerald eyes, sparkling along with the smile that appeared on her face when she saw the people on her doorstep.

"Hello." She greeted friendly.

"Hi, we live next door and thought, why don't we go meet our new neighbours." Cathy smiled.

The woman's smile brightened.

"Well, come in. Can I get you anything? My name is Lily by the way." The woman said, offering her hand.

"Tea would be nice." He replied, taking Lily's hand. "I'm Wesley Byrne and this is my wife Cathy and our son Nicholas."

"Well, hello Nicholas. Why don't you get comfortable in the living room while I get you some tea." Lily suggested and turned to the stairs. "JAMES! Get down, we've got guests."

"One moment! I'll just finish unpacking this last box." A familiar sounding voice called back.

They entered the living room as Lily walked into the kitchen. A minute later Lily walked in holding a tray with four cups, a glass of lemonade and a steaming teapot. He and Cathy looked at each other suspiciously. Lily offered Nicholas the glass of lemonade and poured tea into the cups.

"Where is that man." She muttered to herself before yelling. "JAMES!"

"You don't have to yell. I'm standing right behind you." An amused voice replied.

"James!" He said surprised.

"Wesley, to what do I owe this visit. I'm not in trouble, am I?" The man smiled.

He was tall and well build. His hair was jet-black and extremely unruly and behind a pair of circular glasses, two soft hazel eyes sparkled.

"You know each other?" Cathy asked.

"Yeah, James is the new Auror I was telling you about."

The memory dissolved and Harry was staring at Wesley's face again, a shocked expression on his face.

"You knew my parents." He said blankly. "You were our neighbours."

Wesley looked down a the floor.

"I'm sorry. I should have told you before."

"No, no. It's okay. I understand." Harry said quickly, hoping Wesley wouldn't clamp up. "I mean, how to you tell a teen he used to be living next to you?"

Wesley offered him a sad smile.

"Thank you."

Wanting to know more, Harry moved to the edge of him bed.

"Nicholas…" He started and Wesley laughed.

"Don't let him hear you. He goes by Nick or Nicky now."

Harry nodded.

"Did he…"

"Go to Hogwarts? Yes." Wesley laughed, knowing Harry would be interrogating him. "And you probably want to know what he's doing now."

Harry nodded again and Wesley grinned.

"He's famous now in both Wizarding and Muggle world. He and four friends from Hogwarts started a band."

A week later

Harry woke up grinning. Last night he had managed to block Wesley out of his mind completely before he even started invading again. Under Wesley's guidance, learning Occlumency was much easier than he could ever have dreamed of. With any luck he'd mastered it before the end of the summer vacation. When invading Wesley's mind on various occasions he had been rewarded with other memories Wesley had of James and Lily, even of the time they came by after Harry's birth for a maternity visit, Sirius and Remus had been in that memory too.

Sirius had been the one holding Harry when the Byrnes had entered the room and Harry couldn't decide who looked prouder, Sirius or his father. One thing was for sure, Sirius had been radiating how honoured he had been being Harry's godfather.

Harry sighed and got out of bed. Not wanting to go through the trouble to find some clean clothes, he shot into the ones hanging over his chair. Once dressed he walked down the stairs for breakfast.

Ron and Hermione were already seated at the table and Harry joined them. Immediately Mrs Weasley put a plate with a pile of pancakes in front of him.

"Eat." She ordered.

Slowly the rest of the house's occupants dropped in. It surprised Harry when Remus walked in, sleep still evident in his eyes.

"Good morning." He jawned.

"Morning, Remus." Harry replied.

Then Hedwig came flying in, sitting down on Harry's shoulder. Harry petted her and looked at her paw with a feeling as if a balloon was being blown up in his stomach. The balloon deflated again the moment he noticed Hedwig's paw was empty. Tears stung his eyes. He felt like he lost his sister, even though he never really had her.

Since his plate was empty already he quickly excused himself and ran up the stairs back to his room. When he opened the door, he stiffened.

On his bed sat a beautiful red and golden bird. Its black beady-eyes looked at him curiously. Harry tentatively walked over to it and carefully reached out.

When the bird made no move, he slowly touched its head and smiled, petting it. Its head felt warm like a fire on a cold winter's day. It was a phoenix, but not Fawkes. Who did he know besides Dumbledore to have a phoenix?

Wreaking his brains for a moment, Harry could think of no one.

"Who are you and where did you come from?" Harry muttered, more to himself than to the phoenix.

The phoenix moved and stuck out its paw. Harry's breath caught in his throat. A letter had been attached to it.

With shaking hands, Harry reached out. Afraid of what it might say.

A/N: Cliffy:P Sorry, couldn't help myself. Hope you liked it. Please review.