Chapter Thirteen:
Some memories should be left six feet under… part one…
Hermione lifted her head up to the group with a bright eyes and a smile on her face, "I've got it!" She said excitedly.
"Got what?" Ron asked confused as usual.
"I know how to give Harry the evidence he needs, I'll be right back." Hermione said before getting up and leaving the room to three very shocked and curious people.
Down in the kitchen:
They were all sitting quietly hoping that Harry would come round soon. James and Lily were staring at the table with melancholy feelings spread through them, while Sirius and Remus stared at them, with similar feelings of their own. While the others just sat their trying to keep their eyes off the two potters out of politeness if they were to be rude they would have been gawking fool out at the two.
James, Lily, Sirius, and Remus were not expecting for Harry to be as difficult as he was being. They had expected him to welcome his parents back with open arms, but now looking back at that expectation they saw how stupid it was, how could Harry just accept perfect strangers that just happened to be his parents who had been 'dead' for fifteen years back. They were idiots to believe such a foolish idea.
Lost in their thoughts they jumped as they heard the kitchen door open once again, they were disappointed to see that it was only Hermione but that changed soon enough.
"I think that I have found a way for Harry to truly believe and for the rest of us too" Hermione said in one breath.
The kitchen stared at her waiting for her to continue.
She sat down at the table and displayed her plan to the others; they all smiled and had a new respect for the young witch whose intelligence seemed beyond their reach sometimes.
"So, when should we do this?" Sirius asked.
"As soon as possible" James and lily said they wanted Harry back with them as soon as possible…
Hermione grinned, thinking that it would all work out in the end hopefully.
That night at six o'clock the orders inner circle, now including Harry's parents once again sat in the den waiting for the four teenagers to arrive for the 'show'
After much convincing and Ginny's input, which consisted of a large amount of yelling and pleading and eventually went as far as bribing, Harry agreed to meet with the two 'Imposters' once more and let them give him their 'evidence'.
So at ten after six the four of them headed down the stairs, all wondering what Hermione had planned, as she had not told them just yet. They entered the drawing room, Harry glared at his guardians and his 'parents' before taking an empty seat next to Ginny and averting his gaze to a random spot on the wall, he could not look at them.
Five minutes later, Dumbledore rose and started speaking, "last night we made a revelation that has caused many different reactions, the discovery that lily and James potter have in fact been alive for the past fifteen years, and have thought their son what we thought them, dead now that they are back and among us they have kindly given the permission for you all to view their memories of what happened that day for those that need a little bit more convincing" Dumbledore finished his eyes darted several times towards Harry as he spoke.
Harry's eyes widened any minute now he would find out the truth, were his parents really alive? Were they imposters? Or was this just all a dream? Well if it was he wanted out right now when he still held some of his composure.
Snape was sitting across the room and with every word his already pale pallor grew paler if that was even possible, he had just learnt that his arch enemy and his wife had returned to their lives, his life, what did he do to deserve this?
Dumbledore snapped his fingers and clapped his hands together twice in a type of ritual and a pensive slowly appeared before them on the coffee table, "those that wish to see this come forth now and enter"
Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, and Remus and Sirius stepped forward along with a few other order members surprisingly including Snape, who seemed paler than usual. James and Lily remained on the couch they did not want to witness this moment again, the moment in which they regretted, in fact the only thing they regretted more was not checking properly if Harry was dead or not.
"Enter on my wand count, one… two… three…." Dumbledore said. The group moved forward and entered the pensive, filled with the memory of the day that Harry had lost his parents and vice versa…
TBC…
A.N. Sorry for the cliffy if you consider it one.
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