A/N: Dumbledore Confronts Harry About What He Saw In The Pensieve, and Lets Him See Another Memory Of His Father.

"Harry, what you've just seen was quite a long time ago," Dumbledore said, peering at Harry over his half-moon glasses.

"A long time ago doesn't matter, Professor. I can't believe my father was that big-headed," Harry said, his teeth clenched.

"Ah, but he turned out to bea fine young man, Harry," said Dumbledore, trying to steer Harry away from his anger.

"Yeah, but that doesn't matter! He was an arrogant person at this school, and I bet that these people think I'm going to be the same!" Harry said, near shouting.

"Harry, would you like to see a more fond memory of your father?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"Would I! I don't know! As long as it's not a memory of my father persuading my mother in to being his girlfriend, or torturing Snape!"

"Professor Snape, Harry. And yes, it is a rather calm memory. You'll notice a few of James' friends, as well," Dumbledore said, taking out a small test tube and pouring the memroy in to the Pensieve.

Harry pushed his face in to the silvery liquid, and was suddenly rushed on to the Hogwarts grounds.

"Oy! James!" came a voice from behind him. Harry turned around to face the young Remus Lupin, an attractive young man. "You better get up!"

"What?" said the young James Potter. Harry never noticed- until now- how much he resembled his father.

"C'mon, James! You've got a Quidditch match to go to! The star Seeker for Gryffindor! LETS GO!" Remus said, pushing James up off the ground. "Don't want to be late!"

James stood up slowly, and began his march toward the changing rooms. When he got there, he changed to his scarlet and gold Quidditch robes, and grabbed his broom. He caught up with the other team members, putting his broom over his shoulder.

"You ready, Potter?" said the Captain.

"Ready as ever, Wood," James said, grinning at the Captain.

"Good. This is going to be a tough match," the Captain said. The door was opened and out marched the Gryffindors for their match against Slytherin. They were faced by loud cheers, and some 'Boo You Stink's, but James was confident Gryffindor would win.

Go Dad! Harry cheered in his head. The captains shook hands, and both teams were off!

Someone from Gryffindor put the Quaffle in the golden hoop, scoring ten points for Gryffindor. Harry cheered again. Gryffindor was in the lead, ten to zero. The Golden Snitch whipped by Harry's ear, followed by James Potter. Harry's dad reached his arm out, enfolding his hands around the fast Snitch.

"GRYFFINDOR WINS! JAMES POTTER CAUGHT THE SNITCH!" shouted the commentator. James Potter was met by his team, clapping him on the back for their defeat of Slytherin.

"Oy, we're still in last place for the House Cup though. Great job, Potter," said the Captain, congratulating James on his catching of the Snitch.

That must be Oliver's dad, Harry thought. He smiled to himself, his thoughts revolving around Quidditch, and how he was the Seeker for Gryffindor as well. Maybe dad wasn't such a bad guy after all.

Suddenly, he felt himself pulled back up in to Dumbledore's office, facing a smiling Headmaster.

"So, is your father really all that bad after all, Harry?" He asked, clasping his hands together once again.

"I guess not, but I'm still angry about what he did to my mother, Professor," Harry said.

"Fine. You have your thoughts, I have mine. He was still a fine young student," Dumbledore said, peering over his half-moon glasses at Harry.

"Can I go now?" Harry asked.

"You may. If you would like to view any other memories of your father, come ask me," Professor Dumbledore said politely.