A/N: I Think This May Be The Last Chapter, Sadly. -Sniff- If You Liked This One, Check Out My Other Story That I'm Currently Writing. You Know You Want To.

Harry sighed, sinking in to the large chair in front of the fire next to his two best friends, Ron and Hermione.

"Harry, whats wrong?" asked Hermione, looking up from her homework.

"I spent the night in Dumbledore's Pensieve, realizing how big-headed and arrogant my dad really was, 'Mione," Harry said, sighing again. "I never knew he was THAT full of himself."

"What are you talking about? Everyone practically praised your father," Hermione said, scratching her head.

"Well, my dad made fun of Snape bad, and forced my mum in to being his girlfriend. I have NO idea why they got married in the first place. You should have seen them argue," said Harry.

"I'm sure your dad wasn't that bad Harry," encouraged Ron. "Don't get too caught up on it, mate. Then you'll get us worrying about it, too."

"True. Thanks, guys," Harry said, grinning. "You guys are the best!"

A/N: Yeahhh. Short chapter, I know. I just have another great idea for a story and I can't write two stories at once. I'm not THAT multi-talented. The next story is about James/Lily - Sirius/His Lover - Remus/His Lover. Help me think of names!