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: Okay, I'm going to try and make up for the really short chapter in this one. I also made it so it's mostly Romance and General, but there will be some Humor. Please R & R!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize.

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mrspadfoot4eva- thanks for reviewing…here it is! I hope to post one or two chapters today, if I can :)

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Looking in Dad's Pensieve

Chapter 3: First and True Love

Harry was once again spinning through darkness until he landed with a thump. He stood up and looked arounduntil he realized he was on ice. Harry, not yet having gained his blance, fell over.

Wincing, Harry rubbed his tail bone. He looked around, trying to find his Dad.

"Where is he…I know he's here! Come on – oh!" Harry attempted to stand up again as a black and blond haired blur skated by. It was the only black hair he'd seen yet, so he ran along the ice, trying to follow it. Not a good idea. Not only did Harry fall over, but several people skated through him. Which didn't feel that nice.

Harry scrambled up, looking around for his Dad, when he saw the black haired boyglide off the ice, a pretty girl on his arm. Shaking his head and slightly smiling, Harry jumped over the wall of the outdoor skating rink, which was decorated with Christmas lights, and caught up to his Dad on foot.

James looked about 10, and it seemed like he was on a date with the pretty girl. She had big baby blue eyes and shiny blond hair, perfectly straight. James had on a red jacket and blue jeans, along with a red hat crammed over his head. His black hair stuck out in all directions from under the hat. The girl had on a light pink jacket and a white skirt, with white tights and white figure skates. She also had a thin white and pink striped scarf on.

James grinned at the girl as she cracked a joke. Harry laughed under his breath. Dad's even a ladies man at age 10! Harry jogged in front of them and walked backwards, so he could watch them.

James was obviously very flirty with the girl and her with him.

"Kelly, where'd you learn to skate like that?" he asked her. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, smiling.

"My mom taught me. She was in the Olympics at age 15, and I wanted to try and do that too," Kelly said.

"Wow," James breathed. "Do you want some Hot Cocoa?"

"Oh, sure!" Kelly said, her cheeks flushing pink. James took her hand and led her over to the concession stand set up by the rink.

Harry noticed how cold it was and how under dressed he was. It was obviously Christmas time, and he didn't have very warm layers.

James paid the lady at the counter 4 pounds and handed Kelly her cocoa. He led her over to a picnic table that was dimly lit by a lantern. He leaned against the tree as she sat down across from him on the table.

Harry had to admit that Kelly looked slightly angelic with her hot cocoa pressed to her lips and her blond hair framing her face, her eyes shining brightly, her cheeks flushed pink from the cold. James seemed to have noticed it too, as he was staring at her.

Kelly set her cocoa down on the table and stood up in between the table and James. James was slightly taller then her and, as Harry watched, he was looking down at Kelly somewhat nervously.

She reached up and brushed a lock of his hair out of his eyes, before wrapping her arms around his neck. James slid his arms around her waist and tilted his head down to hers, joining their lips.

Harry watched by with a mix of anger, jealousy, and pride. He was slightly proud of his Dad for having such charm, but Harry had never seemed to gain that trait, hence the jealousy. He also couldn't help fell angry that he was kissing someone other then his Mom, though that was completely out of hand, and Harry knew it,because they had obviously dated other people.

Kelly put her hands on the back of his head and pressed his head against hers, deepening the kiss. Harry could take a little peck, but he didn't care much for a make out session – at least, not watching his Dad have one. At last, after several minutes of Harry avoiding the scene in front of him, they pulled away. James grinned down at the girl and took her hand again. He began to lead her through the park, leaving the cocoas abandoned.

Harry looked at the hot chocolate one last time, laughing, before catching up with James and Kelly.

James had his arm around Kelly's waistas he led her over to a swinging bench in the center of the park. A gazebo, with white Christmas lights around its roof, shined through the trees, the lights twinkling playfully.

Kelly and James sat down next to each other on the swing. They sat, swinging, watching the figures dance around on the ice. After a while James turned to Kelly and kissed her once more, lightly on the lips. She smiled and closed her eyes, but he pulled away.

"Kelly, did you only come with me here so you could kiss me? Because you don't really talk otherwise," James said, pulling his arm away, glancing at her.

Kelly blushed furiously red. "Who told you?"

"Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies!" James replied mysteriously. (A/N: Sorry, I love that line. Fred and George rock!) "Goodbye, Kelly!"

Kelly stood up at his teasingcomment and walked off in a huff towards the rink. But she apparently didn't have as good footing in skates on the ground as she did on the ice. She twisted her ankle and fell over, She stood up blushing, straightening her skirt with a glance over her shoulder at James.

James sighed and stretched, draping his arms around the back of the swing. He smiled, though, and hummed a tune that Harry didn't recognize.

Harry was puzzled. His Dad, who from what he knew, always liked girls. He wondered why he turned down a girl as pretty as Kelly. He looked hopefully at his Dad, hoping to find out why, but that thought was dashed as he suddenly fell upwards as the memory ended.

Harry caught his footing before he could fall onto the cold stone floor. He was still questioning his Dad's antics, but was eager to see more of his Dad's life, so he hurried forward.

Harry was about to poke the surface again when a glint in the corner of his eye caused him to turn. He looked on top of the dresser and saw a picture. It was covered in dirt and dust. Harry touched it with his wand, muttering a cleaning spell under his breath. The dust and such was immediately cleaned off the surface of the frame.

Harry gasped. He was looking at a magnificently taken picture of James and Lily. James had his arm around Lily and Lily had her head back, laughing. As it moved, James twirled her out, before twirling her back into his arms. She looked up into his eyes and James kissed her. Lily sighed and then waved before she started laughing again.

Harry couldn't describe the feeling he had in his heart right now. All he knew was it was uncomfortable. He walked over to the couch and sat down, putting his head in his hands.

Why is it bothering me so much to see my parents? I guess I just…miss them. At least they were happy… Harry thought in agony. He shook himself and stood up, walking over to the still glittering Pensieve. Taking a deep breath, Harry poked the surface with his wand.

He smiled as the Hogwarts Express came into clear view. He was finally going to Hogwarts with his Dad.

Harry plunged his head into the surface, bracing himself for falling. He tumbled through blackness until he landed with a thump on the ground. Cringing, he shut his eyes at the pain in his leg.

I really need to work on landing! Harry thought. Suddenly a loud whistle echoed around him. Harry's eyes flew open and he saw the scarlet train gleaming in front of him.

Somebody ran through him, startling Harry. He jumped to his feet and saw that it was his Dad, running for the train.

"Oiy! Hurry up James!" a voice called from the train. Harry looked up and saw a younger Sirius Black grinning at James and waving. The train started to pull away and James leaped onto the train through the open door. As Harry followed him, he saw the Remus Lupin, age 11, had been holding the door for his Dad.

"Sorry, my Mum took forever to get ready! It's not my fault she tries to make herself look hot…ew, that's a creepy though!" James said with a look of disgust on his face. Sirius let out a bark-like laugh and walked through the hallway, James and Remus following him. Sirius flung open a compartment door, and the three boys followed him in. Remus reached through Harry and closed the door, much to the discomfort of Harry.

"Catch!" James hollered at Remus, who sat down and caught a Chocolate Frog in his mouth. Harry sat down on top of James trunk, which was on the seat next to James. The boys began talking about Quidditch and Gryffindor, which Harry listened to with interest. They all looked up, however, when a voice called out from the hallway.

"Anything from the trolly?"

Harry pulled up his legs as all three boys scrambled towards the door, money in their hands. Sirius and Remus bought several Pumpkin Pasties and Chocolate Frogs. James, however, took longer to decide. Harry stood up and walked next to his father.

He found out that the means for his slow progress was not that he couldn't decide, but the distraction of a pretty red head buying Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans.

Harry was staring into eyes much like his own, although they weren't in a mirror or reflection; they were his mother's.

Lily Evans had long dark red hair and a pretty face. Her bright green eyes twinkled as she smiled at James. One of James' free hands flew up to his hair and he ruffled his hair unnecessarily, a grin on his face.

Lily reached into her pocket to pull out some money, but James held out a hand.

"I never mind treating a pretty girl," he said huskily, handing the trolly lady a few knuts. Lily blushed a light pink and followed her friends into the next compartment over. However, before she walked in, she looked at James and smiled softly.

James walked dizzily into the compartment. He sat down empty handed.

"Didn't you just buy something?" Sirius asked.

"Yes," James replied quietly.

"You ate it already? Pig!" Sirius said, turning back to his exploding snap game.

James looked up. "Not for me, prat! For…err, well, I actually don't know her name yet. But she loves me!" James said cockily. Harry rolled his eyes, but was suddenly jostled as the memory ended and he landed on the cold cellar floor.

A/N: Well, how is it so far? Please tell me what you think of it! The ending was a little odd, I admit. But this chapter at least had two memories in it! I'm trying to put the memories in order of when they happened, and also I don't want to group two different types of memories in the same chapter. I prefer to have a new memory each chapter, but these two sort of went together. Now…

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