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UPDATED:9/30/2019

Chapter 39

The two were pulled back out of the Pensieve, and Harry was worried, "If that was painful for you, how bad is it going to be when if you go in with me to witness Godric's Hollow?" Harry asked with curiosity and worry. He didn't want to cause his uncle any more worry or pain than the memory had.

"I'll be fine, I've seen Godric's Hollow, witnessed the destruction firsthand after it was over. Hagrid and I found them, and you." Sirius said taking a seat in one of the study chairs with a sigh, "I never did see that one though. I happened to see the memory labeled when she showed the vial your holding in your hand now."

He wanted a final opinion, a final decision, but he had a feeling he already knew his final decision, "How bad was?"

"That is something we all will have a different definition of Harry, I was not there as an infant, nor was I there to save them. However, no matter how terrible, I think you should make that conclusion yourself. No matter how painful, no matter how sad. This is a chance to have some closure. I will remind you though, that memory is incomplete. She took the untainted memory from her mind to remember who the traitor was. Wormtail had messed with her memory, remember? She didn't know who it was. But you can start wherever you want in that memory. Come on, lets get this over with, shall we?" he said with a sigh.

"You sure? I can-"

"No, no one should witness this memory alone, I didn't, I won't make you." Sirius said, walking up to the Pensieve. Harry watched his uncle take in a deep breath before pouring the memory, "Ready?"

Copying his uncle, Harry took in a deep breath to attempt to ground himself and stay calm, "No, not really." Harry admitted. He was terrified.

Sirius smiled, grabbed his nephew's shoulder and both took a breath and started their second journey down memory lane, one Sirius knew neither would want to remember after this.

Smock circled around them until they were outside of a two-story home, a small white fence around the house and Harry's breath caught as tears filled his eyes. He'd found his mother and father, and a one year old him in his mother's arms, Emma and Sirius, they were obviously waiting for someone, "We were waiting for Peter this night, it's 1981, 26th of October… The dates were burned into my memory." Sirius clarified for him, and the memory shifted to the worst night of everyone's life that was close to the Potters and Evans.

Memory- October 31st, 1981

"You alright there," the name had been forgotten and the figure left in shadows and faded, the shadow's voice had been left distorted, but Harry knew who it was, Peter Pettigrew, "Would you like some Coffee?" Emma had asked, and he'd accepted the warm cup of morning caffeine as Lily and James walked down still in their Pajamas yawning.

Harry's heart raced as he watched his mother carrying a still sleepy baby Harry, watched as he'd later fussed over not wanting to eat his breakfast and Lily had turned him over to James with a small laugh and a wide smile as his dad smiled in return, set his coffee and Daily Prophet down and moved to sit next to Harry and did the cute and funny, "Here's the airplane, Zoom," Harry watched himself laugh, smile and clapped his tiny hands and ate his breakfast just like that.

Emma had smiled and giggled to herself as she leaned against the counters, warm mug in hand and dressed in her casual black leggings, Gabby's favorite oversized red knitted sweater and a gold, red and orange scarf Molly had made for her last Christmas with boot socks fit for October weather. She'd let her long, dark red, hair wave down her back. Though her eyes continued to travel over to the figure who still looked as though he was panicking on the inside as he watched the family cooing over their one-year old son. His eyes were the only thing Emma hadn't forgotten.

She'd smiled and nodded her head a bit at him when his eyes moved over to her, her smile hadn't reached her eyes and that was when Emma saw it, fear, jealousy, and a look of pure evil and delight of deviousness. Harry and Sirius had even caught the look. Harry froze, frightened as panic set in and the scene changed once again.

It was late at night; their keeper was nowhere around. Harry and Sirius watched Emma rush to Harry's bedroom where Lily and James were putting Harry to bed, "Pack up Harry, we have to leave, now-" Emma hadn't had the chance to finish when the front door was opened. Harry's heart dropped and looked out over the railing, yet he found nothing to his fear.

They watched James grab her arms, looking out of the bedroom then back to Emma with a whisper, "What's the matter?"

"James, where's your wand?" Emma whispered, her eyes filled with panicking tears, her body was shaking. Emma didn't know what to do. The keeper had betrayed them, and Sirius was nowhere near them and wouldn't be able to get here in time.

James had reached for the pocket of his house robe, realizing it wasn't there he closed his eyes with a deep sigh of dread, "It's downstairs, I left it in the lounge by accident, damn... Where's-?"

"James," the keeper's name had once again been distorted, but Harry and Sirius knew who she was talking about, Peter Pettigrew, "the traitor we've been looking for," Harry knew he couldn't do anything but he found he'd rather shift on his feet instead of trying to do something and hurt himself, "It's a memory, it's a memory," Sirius heard him whispering to himself, honestly he knew Harry was doing a better job at the moment than he had the first time he witnessed her memory. But he still rested a hand to Harry's shoulder and gently squeezed, an attempt to try to comfort the boy as he watched as the scene shifted once again.

They watched Emma let out a silent breath of relief when she spotted nothing and moved along. They saw the hope swell in her when she found James's wand sitting right where he'd said it was, only problem was, a cloaked figure was standing mere feet from the table, wand drawn at her.

This time, Harry tried to do something, "Mum!" he tried moving for her, but Sirius had wrapped his arms around him, holding his nephew back in place in his arms, "It's a memory, Harry. No matter what you do, you can't change it, I'm sorry…" but no matter what he did, Harry still struggled against his uncle as he shouted for Emma and watched with horror and fear as a flash of green, a silent killing curse, flew at her.

And the war had begun.

Sirius still panicked at watching Emma drop and roll towards the table, heading for James's wand, but luck was not on her side that night and both and shouted for her, obviously nothing different was going to happen, because "Reducto!" was still shouted and the curse still flew at her. Both were very thankful it hadn't hit her, but unluckily the spell had indeed hit the table and both table and James' wand were turned to dust.

The blast had sent Emma back, knocking her head off the corner of the bookshelf, causing a small yet nasty gash to split open on her left temple. A scar she still carried to the day.

"Mum!" Harry shouted in panic, after seeing her murdered the previous year he was left scared of anything happening to her, this was definitely making him fearful and very much panicked. This moment was now very real to him. Memory or not, Harry was witnessing the frightful massacre of the night he and Emma had lost everything.

Sirius was trying his best to keep his breathing even and settled, chanting in his own mind that what they were witnessing was just a memory, but it still hadn't stopped the tears that fell from his eyes as he watched.

"Emma!" Lily had scream, fear running through both sisters, one thinking her baby sister had just been killed and the other thinking her sister and nephew were soon to be murdered, "No," but her voice wasn't working. Emma's tone was barely above a grunted whisper.

"FOX!" they heard James shout for the fallen redhead, heard his feet shuffling down the stairs to come help her, wandless if need be. Harry panicked, fresh tears spilling over his eyes and he screamed, "No, DAD!"

The memory was too real. But it quickly turned into a night's terror. One they knew they wouldn't be able to forget. Not even in death.

Sirius had released Harry, both taking off towards the stairs, "PRONGS!" Sirius shouted with fear. They heard nothing, saw no one, they kept being flashed back to Emma's fallen form in the living room and forced to watch Emma as she tried her voice again, but once again it had failed her, "Jamie… Stay…" her ears rang, Harry and Sirius could hear her from where they were, then again with it being her memory, they were going to hear her regardless.

"Lily, Run!" James screamed.

A flash of green lit the dark house from the stairs and a heavy thud sounded, Sirius grabbing Harry, pulling the boy into his arms to cover his eyes from seeing the site of his father being killed, both witnesses had tossed their withheld emotions to the curb and pretty much said 'to hell with it' as tears rolled down their faces.

"JAMES!" They heard Lily's fearful voice scream from the top of the stairs as she ran back into Harry's bedroom, baby in arms.

"MUM!"

"LIL!"

But they were beat to it by Emma rushing up the stairs for her sister and nephew, "LILY!" they heard her fear and watched her whimper at James' dead body as she continued up and rushing into the room they watched her tackle the cloaked figure, knocking their wand a bit away from them, "Lily run!" and her sister had, with Harry locked in her arms. Emma may had been wandless, but she was never unarmed, she had her body and she'd use it.

They saw the tears running down her face as Lily held Harry close to her and rushed down the stairs passed James's body, fear rushed through her as she ran out one of the house doors, only to meet smoke circling the house. They were trapped. Harry and Sirius were torn between who to rush after or towards and being so undecided they ended up being froze in their places. All they could do was watch.

But what shocked Harry out of his frozen shock was his aunt's shouting voice that sent fearful chills through him and she screamed, "Over my dead body!"

Harry moved swiftly from his spot he'd had his feet frozen in and rushed into the bedroom as he heard a blood lusted voice shout down at her with laughter, "Gladly!"

"Mum!" He honestly didn't know who to call what, he knew who his parents were, but Emma had been like a mother to him, just like Mrs. Weasley, so to him, both Lily and Emma were his mothers' in his views.

"FOX!" Sirius hadn't realized he'd done what he'd done the first time he'd walked through the memory, he screamed for her. Hoping with all hopes she'd hear him and move. To do anything.

Sirius was fearful something would happen even though both knew deep down and at the back of their minds this was just a memory it was instinct for Sirius to protect Harry, "Harry!"

They heard the one-year old memory Harry crying from fear and not understanding what was happening, they had feared he may pass out, Harry was truthfully shocked he hadn't passed out, as the two heard him began hiccupping from the amount of screaming cry's he was going through. They witnessed Lily rushing back inside and towards the stairs only to have a small body slam into her, pulling her and Harry in a different direction, away from Lily's wand's direction, as Voldemort tossed curse after curse chasing after them, "This way, hurry."

"How'd she get there so fast?" Harry questioned, his adrenaline and fear caused him to pant, "Memory, sing it to yourself if you have to, hurry." Sirius said, pulling him down the stairs and around the corner, the two had stopped suddenly, at hearing a malicious laughter echoing through the whole house sending fearful shivers through the two women and Harry and Sirius.

His uncle used himself as a shield as they stared at the face of what was once Voldemort and watched Lily and Emma run for their lives. Lily pulling her sister towards the living room back near the stairs in hope to get to her wand, "Emma, my wand. It's in the bedroom."

"We'll get there- AH!" they had watched as a curse narrowly missed Emma, Harry had tried to grab his mother, but his hand had gone right through Lily, shimmering out smoked clouds and the scene changed once again to the two sisters facing off Voldemort head on.

"I don't believe I've ever had this much fun before! I'll definitely remember this night," Voldemort laughed, and Harry felt sick, "I think I'll enjoy watching him lose." Harry grumbled.

Sirius silently agreed with a nod but had grinned as Emma had retorted back, she was famous for her mouth, "Gee, how wonderful, I suppose we should be honored then if you'll remember us." she snapped at him.

Sirius couldn't help but laugh a little with some pride, "That's my girl." Sirius grinned, "Now I think I know where you get it from. Lily had a way with words, Emma was just a smart ass sometimes, but your mother did do a very fine job teaching her a lot of her tricks, and Emma's taught you and Draco."

Voldemorts' eyes glared heatedly at her, a wide sadistic grin as he continued to eye the young Evans, "You, I'll definitely remember." Neither sister liked the way he'd said that, nor the way he eyed Emma.

Harry was disgusted, "That's my mum he just eyed… Remind me to vomit when we get back." Harry remarked.

"Remind me to break his jaw," Sirius growled, he still hated hearing the dark wizard say such things to Emma, the tone and words still made his stomach turn.

Truthfully the smart remarks were helping Harry stay somewhat grounded. However, that wasn't going to last very long, and he had a feeling he knew that. They watched as Emma slowly backed Lily in the direction of the open hall that led to the stairs, keeping herself between the Dark Lord and her family.

Harry watched his mother catch on too what Emma was thinking, waited till they were close enough and grabbed Emma's arm, both women dashing into the hall and up the steps, Emma behind them.

Harry had panicked and rushed the scene, wanting Voldemort to release his aunt and mum, but he'd gone right through them as Emma had been ripped from Lily's grasp and in a panic, Lily had turned back for her sister with fear, "EMMIE!"

Emma had a grip on Voldemort's wand hand with as much of a grip as she could, directing the curses away from Lily and Harry as she screamed out to her sister, "GO!" and the scene morphed right before his eyes.

Harry, finally realized he couldn't do anything, had fallen to his knees, tears running down his face. He knew how this ended, but the scenes continued to change. He was forced to watch as Lily had been so close to the nightstand, she could taste life and victory, only for it to be viciously ripped away as the room was assaulted by curses, destroying the room, bed and nightstand, her wand likely lost in the derby. Nether sister saw the next scene coming. Neither had Harry, Sirius had not wanted to witness the ending outcome a second time. It had always killed him inside remembering back that he'd never been there to protect them.

Harry, infant and teenager, had wept and screamed.

Sirius wrapped his arms around the fallen boy, tears running down his face with him as the scenes continued to unfold.

Voldemort shouted in a rage, grabbed Emma by the hair and disappeared up in smoke, again changing the scene to the Dark Lord flying through the house, herding Lily and the infant Harry back into the Nursery where he had finally had enough. Harry shouted, for someone to move, to change fate, to change history. To do something, but nothing happened, no matter what he'd screamed.

It was just a memory after all.

Harry's breath had choked him when he watched Voldemort shove his wand through Emma's abdomen and roared, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Harry had closed his eyes, he knew how it ended, "NO!" he didn't want to watch, but he knew that if he didn't, he'd ask questions, and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Sirius couldn't watch any longer, Harry's shouts and please were heart shattering enough, screams that he knew would hunt him till the day he died, and after.

Harry forced his eyes to open, forced himself to notice that Emma never saw the curse rebound back to them. But he had one last scream in him as he watched his mother scream then suddenly drop, lifeless. Her green eyes void of any sign of life, his eyes turning to Emma as she fell back when Voldemort had vanished in a cloud of smoke and with a painful scream Harry let everything out, "MUM!"

It wasn't directed at any particular women, but both, they were both his mother's, Lily had birthed him, loved him and sacrificed her life for him. Emma had tried to save her sister and Harry yet had lost her sister and her own life, she had fought for him many times, first against Voldemort, next against the Ministry, then against the dark lord himself a second time. She had won his custody, adopted him and raised him like he was her own. Both sisters were initially his mothers, just like both James and Sirius were both his father's, both had given their lives for him, had saved him and told him they loved him, like Emma and Lily. Both had raised him for a time.

Harry knew who was who, Biological and not, but both sets were still his mother and father. Yet witnessing this firsthand was terrifying and nearly shattered him.

He'd noticed Voldemort's wand was still embedded in her abdomen, the end only barely poking out from her back as she hit the floor. The Dark Lord was no longer there as he fled in a swirl of smoke. Emma hadn't heard anything, no crying Harry, no frantic Lily. Nothing. She watched the room spin, then darkness. Harry had witnessed the very same thing as it all went dark and they were sent out of the Pensieve and onto the floor where they landed. Sirius landing with his arms still around him as he cried, "Why us… why them? why her?"

"I don't know Harry. He's a mad man with a power-hungry nature, he chose the first child that could pose the greatest threat. The prophecy that was given years ago when you were just an infant said a child born at the end of July would be his undoing, and you and one other child posed the greatest threat, you just happened to be a half blood, like him is. An equal in blood status. No one understands him, I doubt even he does." Sirius said softly, really, he was only repeating what Dumbledore and Emma had told him.

The Prophecy had said just that. But the truth was, he had no idea why Voldemort did what he had. He'd have been a great wizard had he stayed on the path of good and away from the darkness. He's always thought he may have had a dark place in the back of his mind, what a muggle may call a psychopath or a rampaging serial killer with a dark past was what Sirius had always thought about Voldemort, because that was technically what, and who, he was in their lifetime.

Harry had cried for an hour after witnessing Emma's Godric's Hollow memory. Truthfully, he didn't blame him. He'd done that very same after he'd first witnessed it. Though, he had lied to Harry when he told him he hadn't gone in alone, because he had witnessed the scene alone, yet he'd came out a balling mess.

"Dad?" Harry had suddenly spoke, he'd rarely called Sirius that, but he still answered either way, hoping James would forgive him for taking the roll as father, deceased or not, "Yes?"

"I want Mum." Harry cried out. He'd kept in so much that year, his memory, unbeknownst to Harry, had been cleared of Emma, but at that moment, Sirius didn't care. Harry was practically his son, Emma was technically he's mother, so he'd give Harry his mother. Security be damned, Harry was crying in his arms, thinking all this time Emma had died just like Lily had, saving him, and Harry felt responsible. Something Sirius was not alight with He'd suffer the consequences later, and he knew Emma would feel the same, "As you wish,"