Title: Looking in Dad's Pensieve

Author: dragonriderhp

Summary: What would happen if Harry came across his Dad's old Pensieve? He would be able to see his Dad's life, that's what, and how he, Harry, came to live. Some romance with L/J, mostly General or Humor. HBP Spoilers!

A/N: Hi! I hope you enjoy this chapter; it's about something that happened in James' past. I don't know how far I'm going to go in James' life, but far enough I suppose. Please R & R!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize.

Looking in Dad's Pensieve

Chapter 2: Heartbreak to Leave

Harry felt the familiar sensation of the floor tipping him forward as his face broke the cool surface. He was falling through darkness until he landed in a surprisingly comfortable chintz chair. Brushing his hair out of his eyes, he looked at his surroundings.

Harry had landed in a sitting room, obviously, that was filled with plush chairs and couches. He was sitting in an emerald greenchair with a navy pillow. The couch across from him wasdeep purple and had extravagantly embroidered crimson pillows. The floor was a dark wood, the walls a soft, cream color. A large fireplace crackled, and on the chimney, Harry saw the Potter crest.

He stood up, nervously looking around for his father.

Loud voices came from the hallway, which had similar floors and walls, and Harry turned, startled.

A tall brunette man and a petite black haired woman were arguing as they walked into the sitting room. The man had slightly untidy brown hair and dark eyes. He had an air of superiority around him, unlike the woman. She stood, and walked, with grace. Her long, ebony hair fell in long, elaborate curls and she had light hazel eyes.

"We simply CANNOT tell James about this, Pilar!" the man cried.

"You think that I can catch you with another woman and then NOT tell my SON that you're LEAVING ME!" Pilar yelled. She stood glaring at the man across from her, arms crossed over her chest.

He ran a nervous hand through his hair. "Couldn't we just tell James that Daddy's going on vacation?"

"VACATION! Robbie, you have GOT to be kidding me. You are leaving me for that tramp of a girl, Lora, and you think I'm going to just tell my son that you're on VACATION! Ha!" Pilar laughed defiantly. "My son is going to know what you did to him and me whether you like it or not."

Robbie looked murderous. He lifted his arm and slapped Pilar across the face. She turned her head and stared at the ground.

Harry heard a gasp from his right. He turned and saw a messy, black haired head peering around the corner. He had hazel eyes, much like his mother, and the same messy hair as his dad. It was Harry's father at the age of around 8.

Harry saw with a pang in his heart that there were tears behind James' glasses as he watched his mother get slapped.

"You can't tell him!" Robbie said. "He'll hate me!"

"You don't seem to care if I hate you," Pilar said bitterly. She glared at him before turning towards the fireplace, tears welling up in her eyes. "I thought you loved me. That's what I thought it meant when we had James."

Robbie looked torn. He stared helplessly at Pilar, who wiped a tear off her face.

"Pilar, please," he murmured quietly. Robbie held Pilar's arms and turned her towards him. She looked up at him and he brought his lips towards hers. They kissed for a moment, passion flying around them. To Pilar, it was the most intense kiss she had ever had. To Robbie, it was the easiest way to say goodbye.

Pilar wrapped her arms around his neck, but Robbie turned away and hugged her.

"I love Lora now…but I'll always remember you," he whispered softly in her ear. He gave Pilar one last kiss on the cheek and turned away, walking out the door in the hall.

Pilar watched after him, eyes still glistening with water. She slumped down onto the couch and buried her head in the pillow, sobbing.

Harry wiped away a small tear and turned to James again. He was standing fully around the corner, now, looking at the spot where his parents had previously stood, tears rolling freely down his face.

"Mommy!" he cried, sobbing. Pilar sat up and saw James running towards her, before she collapsed on the couch. James climbed onto the couch after her and lay next to her, crying.

Harry made to move forward, wanting to comfort his father and grandmother, but was pulled backwards as the memory ended.

Harry stumbled backwards along the dusty floor of the cellar, back to the present. He looked up at his reflection in the mirrored cabinet around the Pensieve. With the blue light, and his pale complexion, he looked ghostly. His eyes were shining and his chest was heaving.

My grandfather was cheating on my grandmother with another woman and he left her? Harry thought, shuddering. How hard for Dad…

Harry sighed. This first memory had been shocking; he wondered if this affected how James was at school. Shaking this thought out of his mind, Harry decided to find out if it did affect him or not and was going to look at the next memory the Pensieve provided for him; hopefully it was in chronological order that he saw them. He prodded the surface with his wand and once more, the marterial swam until an image of askating rink decorated with Christmas lights appeared.

Glancing again at his surroundings, Harry took a deep breath and once more plunged his head into the cool material of the Pensieve.

A/N: There's chapter two! I was thinking about adding another short memory, but I decided to make two memories for the next chapter. Did you like it? I'm sorry these chapters are short! But there will be lots of chapters, promise. Please Review!