Harry walked down the hall of Grimmauld place deep in thought over what had just transpired. Dumbledore's memories were now his. "Well," thought Harry to himself, "I guess I know where to start now." He knocked before returning to the room he had left Ron and Hermione in. Since they finally admitted their feelings for each other, Harry was trying to give them as much space as possible. This time though Harry felt that his inheritance from Dumblebore was more important than whatever those two could be doing behind closed doors.

"AHEM" Harry cleared his throat loudly. He had walked in on exactly what he thought he would. Hermione jumped and Ron became so red that Harry could not tell where his face ended and his hair began. Outwardly smiling at his two companions Harry could not help but let his mind wonder to Ron's sister Ginny. If Harry had not known about the prophecy, if Voldemort had just chosen Neville instead, then Harry would not have had to let go of his relationship with the fiery red head. This isn't the time he told himself. Shaking the cobwebs from his head he recounted the events of the last few minutes to his friends.

Hermione was staring at him in awe. The knowledge of what Dumbledore had left to Harry seemed to leave her speechless. Ron was the first to speak. "So when are you picking the pensieve up?" Harry explained to Ron that he was meeting McGonagall later that afternoon.

"Do you want us to come with you, or do you just want to meet us at the Burrow later?" Hermione asked. It hadn't crossed his mind to ask them to come with him on this errand. He felt somehow that this as a very solemn event and wanted to face it alone. "You two go ahead," he said. "Ron tell your mother I'll be there to help later. There is no way I'd miss this wedding" With that being said the trio began to pack all of their belongings. Harry had remained surprisingly organized since coming to Grimmauld place. He spent most of his time talking with members of the Order or meeting with the Order's new leader, Remus Lupin.

As he packed he remembered the talk he and Lupin had the day Remus took over. "Congratulations, Professor. I'm glad the order is in good hands," Harry said shaking his former teacher's hand. "Harry," Remus started, "I am not your teacher anymore. Nor have I been for a very long time. I would be honored if you would call me something besides 'Professor'" Harry eyed Lupin for a moment. "Ok then," he said. "I'll call you Moony." Remus let out a laugh. "That would be an honor." The two friends looked at each other for a moment before continuing. It was Moony that broke the silence. "I was just glad the Order would still have me. I was afraid that since Fenrir saw me fighting opposite him at the school they would have no use for me."

"Well, Moony, I guess you were wrong." Harry said.

"Yes I suppose so." Lupin was eying Harry as though something was on his mind. "Harry, I want my first official act as the new leader of the Order to be inducting you and your friends in." Harry was only surprised momentarily. He knew eventually that membership would be offered to him, Ron, and Hermione."I'm sorry Moony, we have to decline." "But why Harry? I thought you wanted to help in the fight against Voldemort."

Harry considered for a moment. Before him was the closest thing to a father figure he had. He knew he could confide in Remus, and that's what he did. Letting loose all secrets, he let everything out. By the time Harry had finished, Remus knew about the prophecy, the horcruxes, and what Harry knew he had to do. After allowing all this to settle in for a moment Harry began again, "So you see Moony, I have a different direction to take than the Order. But trust me, in the end we'll bring Tom and his followers down together." It was at this moment that Remus Lupin had a startling realization. This was no longer a young boy in front of him. This was the son of James Potter. The Godson of Sirius Black. This was the savior of the wizarding world. "I understand Harry and you have the Order's full support and my oath of secrecy. That being said," Mooney continued, " May I ask,why have you been referring to Voldemort as Tom lately?" This was one question Harry had been wanting to be asked. "You see Moony, every meeting I have had with Tom has been on his terms. Every time I've been in his presence I have been unprepared. I've learned that Tom has a deep need to be in control of everything. He didn't like his muggle father's name, so he rearranged it and began to have his followers call him Voldemort. I'm not doing anything on his terms anymore. I am taking control. His name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. Not 'Lord Voldemort', not You-Know-Who, not He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Just plain old Tom Riddle. 'Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself' right? Remus was positively beaming at Harry "Right"

Harry had noticed a distinct change in Moony's appearance over the last several weeks. He smiled more and he appeared to be taking better care of himself. At first Harry thought this may be a result of Remus realizing how much respect his fellow Order members had for him. Thinking more on the subject, he realized it was more likely the effects of a certain young auror with bubble-gum pink hair. "He deserves to smile," Harry thought as he finished packing. He left his room to meet Ron and Hermione downstairs.

Once Harry got his trunk into the entrance hall, Hermione took her wand out and immediately shrank all three of their trunks. Harry began to bend over to get his when Ron stopped him. "Here, Mate, I'll take that for you. I'll have it in my room at the Burrow," he said. "Thanks, Ron, that will be a big help. Give your mother my love and tell her I'll be there shortly." With that there were three loud cracks as each of the trio disappearated.

With a crack Harry appeared outside of the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade. He had decided to arrive here simply because he felt he would enjoy the walk. The sound of his apparition caught the attention of the attractive barmaid as she was cleaning the pub. She looked out the door and saw Harry standing there. Harry was used to being stared at, but this was different. He could see the beginning of tears in her eyes. At first, he couldn't understand why Madam Rosmerta would react to him in such a way. Then it hit him. He had not spoken to her since the night of Dumbledore's death. It was that night that they had discovered she had been under the Imperius curse during most of the term helping Draco Malfoy try to kill the headmaster.

Madam Rosmerta only hesitated a moment before moving from the doorway. At first, she approached Harry slowly. About halfway there she quickened her pace. When she got within a couple of feet from Harry her knees seemed to give way. She collapsed sobbing uncontrollably at his feet. Harry did not know how to respond.. In front of him was a woman he in no way blamed for the death of his mentor. He knew she was under the control of the young death eater. This caused an old anger to come to rise within Harry. Not anger at the woman in front of him, anger at Voldemort. Rosmerta gripped the sides of Harry's shirt. Where a moment ago he had gotten lost in his hatred of Tom Riddle, now he was filled with pity for the soul in front of him. Finally she broke the silence between them. "Please forgive me Harry, Please I'm so sorry" She continued crying. "Madam Rosmerta," Harry began, "there is no need for forgiveness. You didn't know what you were doing. No one can blame you." The pretty barmaid looked into Harry's eyes for several moments as though she was trying to decided if he was being honest or just nice. Harry dropped to his knees in front of her so they were face to face. "It's okay," he said. She knew he meant it. Unable to hold herself upright any longer she collapsed into his arms. "Thank you," she said.

Harry spent quite some time at the Three Broomsticks. He helped Madam Rosmerta in and settled her in a chair. They talked for several minutes about Dumbledore, exchanging humorous stories about their mutual friend. Before he left, Harry promised Rosmerta he would visit again as soon as possible. He then began the walk to Hogwarts. He paused at the entrance to the grounds to look across the grounds. It had only been a few weeks since the duel with Snape at the gates. Vivid images jumped into his mind: Dumbledoor falling, Hagrid's hut on fire, the howls of Fang, and finally Severus Snape taunting him during their duel. In retrospect it almost seemed to Harry that Snape was trying to teach him that night. But he knew better. He knew Snape was just toying with him. Deep down he hoped he ran into Snape on his way to Tom. He would not be teased again. As Harry stared across the grounds he noticed that there were no signs of the battle. Hagrid's hut had been repaired. The only thing noticeably different about the campus was the white tomb on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. This was the resting place of Albus Dumbledore.

Walking toward the entrance of the castle, Harry could not help but look at the tomb. It seemed surreal that in there lay the greatest wizard to ever live. Harry heard a rustle in the trees near the tomb. He looked up just in time to see a small flame fading. It was the same type of flame he saw when Fawkes the Phoenix would appear or disappear. He figured it made sense that Fawkes would come near Dumbledore's tomb, but the bird had always been sort of attached to Harry. Why didn't it come over to greet him. Without realizing it, Harry had walked through the entrance and was approaching the great hall when he was startled by the sound of feet running toward him. "Harry Potter!" he heard yelled in a familiar shrill voice. He turned around just in time to see a small sweater clad figure spring at him and knock him to the ground. "Hello, Dobby," he said.