"Had any more of those dreams lately, Harry?" asked Lupin, motioning Harry to follow him into his room. The Weasley house was full, but Mr. Weasley had used a few insertion spells to add in some extra rooms. Even though Mr. Weasley had initially offered Percy's room to Lupin, Mrs. Weasley refused to let anyone stay in there. She went in there every morning to dust off the furniture, weeping and hoping that Percy would accept Bill's wedding invitation.
"I've had that dream a few times," said Harry. "It never changes. It just comes regularly, and every morning after I have it, my scar becomes more and more like.. well, like this." Harry pulled back his hair, revealing his heart-shaped scar.
"Hmm…" Lupin looked puzzled. "Well, I have my ideas about that scar, but I will see whether or not you agree with me after you take a look at this…"
He ushered Harry into the hall bathroom.
"I'm going to establish a temporary pensieve," he explained.
"You can do that?" Harry gaped.
"Indeed," said Lupin. He pulled the sink anchor, and filled it with water. He muttered a few incantations and sprinkled some light blue-gray powder into it, swirling it with his wand. "Ah, pretty good, eh?" Lupin grinned.
Harry nodded.
Lupin uncorked a jar, and extracted a thick strand, which fell into the sink-pensieve.
"You first, O Chosen One," grinned the former professor.
Harry plunged his head into the water and felt the familiar pull suck him in.
It was a starlit night, silent.
The sound of a motorcycle permeated the night and a tall cloaked figure came forward into the light of the street lamp.
"You-Know-Who," whispered Lupin, beside Harry.
Voldemort threw off his cloak, and Harry gasped. He was not the Voldemort that Harry had expected to see. The eyes were not narrow, nor were they slit. Instead, he looked handsome and healthy, and certainly Tom Riddle-like. Tom was dressed in a leather jacket, with torn jeans. The Death Eater mark, or rather, tattoo, glowed on his arm.
"Advanced polyjuice potion," said Lupin. "He kept hairs from his youth, and managed to brew himself a concoction that kept himself handsome."
Tom stepped up to the nearest house, and rang the doorbell, his wand ready in hand.
"The Potter residence," stated Lupin.
"What?" Harry asked in disbelief. The house was not terribly large nor grand, but it seemed to emanate a certain happiness from the bright windows and the fragrant scent of lilies that grew beneath the windows.
Tom seemed to sense the atmosphere, and wrinkled his nose.
The door opened, and Harry saw a figure step out that shocked him.
It was Aunt Petunia.
"Oh, Tom," she gushed. "I knew you'd come! Listen honey, I can't wait any longer. If you won't speak first, I will. I love you Tom baby, won't you marry me? I'm so sick of that Muggle-man. Petunia was about to throw herself into Tom's arms when she froze.
"What's the matter?"
"Step aside."
"But Tommy-"
"Step aside. Now."
Aunt Petunia looked confused but she obeyed him. Tom pushed open the door and entered.
Lupin beckoned to Harry that they should follow.
Inside, Harry saw Tom walk towards the living room. James was talking to Lily, who was bouncing Baby Harry on her leg.
At the sudden appearance of Tom, James and Lily froze. Baby Harry continued babbling.
"Take him upstairs, now!" yelled James and Lily disapparated.
"What do you want?" asked James his wand pointed at Tom. "What are you doing inside my house?"
"Why, your sister-in-law invited me here," said Tom casually.
"Never mind Petunia," growled James. "What do you want?"
"Oh, but we've been over this before," said Tom, examining his wand.
"My answer was no. Lily sent you away many times already when she heard you singing beneath her window. Come on, Tom, get a grip on yourself. She doesn't love you, and that ugly voice of yours will never convince her too," said James. "Why don't you take your love-struck, guitar-strumming, sorry little existence out of here?"
Harry gasped. How could his father have the guts to mock Voldemort?
Tom stiffened, and his hand gripped his wand. "Do you think that you could possibly stop the most powerful dark wizard from taking your wife?"
"Watch me."
"No!" yelled Petunia who appeared in the hallway. "What are you doing, Tommy? Don't you love me?"
"OUT OF THE WAY, DAFFODIL!"
"It's not Daffodil! It's Petunia!" shrieked Harry's aunt, and she ran upstairs in tears.
"Leave now," said James, his wand out and aimed at Tom's heart. "Get out of my house."
"Crucio!" yelled Tom, and before James could finish his shielding spell, "protego", he was writhing on the floor.
"NOO!" Harry screamed.
Lupin placed a restraining hand on Harry's shoulder.
Tom released James, who was panting and groaning on the floor.
"What do you say now, Potty?"
"Ne-ver!"
The two began aiming curses at another, breaking vases and tearing sofa cushions. The battle raged on and Harry stood watching, tears streaming down his face.
"We could go back," said Lupin.
"No," Harry squeaked. "No, I have to see what happens…" he broke off.
"Avada Kedavra!" yelled Tom, and then the flash of green light appeared.
James body rolled in the air, and he fell dead.
"NOOOOOOooooOOOOOOoooo!" yelled Harry, sobbing. He and Lupin followed Tom as he made his way up the stairs.
At the end of the hall, in the nursery, there were shrieks.
"You! You! How dare you steal my studmuffin!" Aunt Petunia was yelling at Lily. "You have James, but nooo, that isn't enough!"
"Petunia," said Lily, exasperated. "You are married to Vernon already! And how many times do I have to tell you that I don't want him-"
"You're going to pay!" interrupted Petunia, pointing her wand at Lily and Baby Harry.
"Avada Ked-"
A disarming spell caught Petunia's wand and sent it off into the corner. Tom entered the room. "How dare you, Daffodil! Trying to kill my Lily, are you?"
"Tommy darling, why don't you just give up? I love you already, isn't that enough?"
"No," he replied. He shoved her out of the door and locked it, flexing his muscles and winking at Lily. Petunia pounded on the door yelling "Alhombra! Alhombra!" but the door did not open.
"Your sister is pathetic," remarked Tom with disgust.
"Goo goo gah gah," replied Harry. "Tom-Tom… poopoo!"
"Awww, isn't he a cutie pie?" exclaimed Tom, tickling Harry. "You're sho cuuuutttte, you ickle baby…ouch! That thing bit me!"
Lily had socked Tom in the stomach. "Don't touch my baby!" she said, her voice shrill. "And he's not an 'it'! What did you do to James?"
"Now, now, muffin, I hate to do this," said Tom, flicking his wand. A Freezing Charm was placed on Lily. A guitar appeared, and the sound of drums and a bass player came from outside of the window. "I brought my Death Eater boy band to come play for you… Hit it boys!"
The music started and Tom sang, in terrible voice, while strumming on his guitar, "But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? Nah nah nah nah naaah! It is the east and Lily is the sun! Nah nah nah nah nah! Rise fair sun, and kill the envious Daffodil, who art so pale and wan that thou art more fair than she! Nah nah nah nah NAAAH!" Tom bowed. "Thank you, thank you," he grinned.
"Tom-Tom poopoo!" yelled Baby Harry, his fists pounding on the side of the baby crib.
"Shut it!" yelled Tom. "Now Lily, I've been wooing you steadily for a year now, so tell me that you love me!" He unfroze her.
"Never!" she yelled.
"Then I'll have to kill Harry!" said Tom. "Avada Kedavra!"
Lily threw herself in front of Harry as the green light appeared. The door burst open at the same moment.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Harry and Petunia yelled at the same time.
Lily was dead.
"What did you do! What did you do!" sobbed Petunia on the floor, hysterical. "Oh why, oh why Tom?"
Tom turned and faced her. "You were going to kill her yourself anyway, what's the difference?"
Petunia gasped and shook herself. "I was just angry. I wasn't actually going to do it! But you… you! You killed her! You killed her! How could you!" she screamed, angry now.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Tom flicked his wrist and Petunia screamed as she fell back against the wall.
"Expelliarmus!" she yelled weakly, but nothing happened.
"Daffodil, I mean, Petunia," he sneered. "Since you have spent most of your life practicing pathetically weak magic, I have taken the liberty of ridding you off your powers. You are now as muggle as your husband is—muggle as my father was. Get out of my sight!"
Whimpering, Petunia fled down the stairs. Tom released a "muhahahahaha!" and suddenly noticed Lily on the floor and his eyes widened.
"What have I done…? What have I done…?" he whispered. "My beloved Lily.. my beloved Lily!" And for the first time, Harry saw his greatest enemy cry. Baby Harry was silent in his crib, staring at Tom. Suddenly, he yelled, "Tom Tom! POO POO!" and threw his rattle across the room, and it hit Tom on the head. "TOM TOM POO POO!"
"Shut up!" shouted Tom. "Avada Kedav—" He flicked his wand but flew backwards, as if the Unforgivable Curse had rebounded back. Baby Harry lying quiet in his crib now, a lightning shaped scar glowing on his forehead.
The Polyjuice Potion had served its purpose. Tom's eyes narrowed into slits of glowing red, and his handsome visage was gray again. Voldemort crawled weakly to the window, and disapparated.
Screams and green light punctuated the street outside.
Minutes later, a loud POP! Sounded in the room, and Dumbledore appeared with Hagrid.
"Poor critter!" burst Hagrid. "All small an' helpless like that! Poor critter! Poor-"
"Hagrid! Pay attention! Take this child," said a younger Dumbledore. "And find Petunia. She will no doubt be at home with Mr. Vernon Dursley, Number 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging. Make haste!"
Hagrid nodded, and tenderly lifted Baby Harry, who removed his thumb from his mouth to say, "Haggy poo poo!" Minutes later Hagrid sped away into the night on his motorcycle.
"Time to go now, Harry," said Lupin, and the memory dissolved.