A Roll of Black and White Film

by JustKeepOnTheGrass

After the battle, Harry went to Tonk’s house to meet his godson. During his visit, he encountered an unlikely present from his long lost parents and their two best friends: a Muggle invention called a Video Tape. R&R

2. When The Lens Are Covered With Dust

A Roll of Black and White Film

Author's Note

I want to say THANK YOU SO MUCH to everyone that has read and reviewed my story!! I love you guys. It makes me soooo happy. Well, here's the second chapter. Please read and review as usual. I am in love with reviews! In this chapter both Lily and James will be making appearances and I hope I do them justice. I just adore both of them together. After DH came out, people keeps bashing James and it is so not fair! Lol.. just have to get that out! Anyways, enjoy..

xx..Always and forever, L.Kim.

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Chapter Two : When the Lens Are Covered With Dust

'RONALD WEASLEY!!!' The shrill scream of a certain bushy hair girl echoed like a thunderous bolt of lightning and reached everyone's ear. The Burrow seemed to shudder at the sound. In a small bedroom, Harry Potter jerked awake. The screaming continued. 'YOU COME BACK HERE THIS INSTANT! WE HAVEN'T FINISHED DISCUSSING THIS!!!'

Harry groped around for his glasses and put them on. Ron's bedroom was already filled with a soft golden light. The owner of the room had gone from his bed already. Harry put a hand to his forehead. It was cold. So his fever from yesterday had cooled down at last. He glanced at the clock. It was thirty minutes past nine. Outside the room, footsteps thundered down the stairs and Hermione Granger's angry hisses could still be heard.

What now? Harry thought irritably. It seemed like after Ron and Hermione had got together, they all must endure many more screaming matches than usual. Harry heard Ron's deep replies but he couldn't make out the words but he caught some of what Hermione was saying. '…it's called responsibility…' and things like '…moral support…' and '…being a gentlemen and showing some concern…'

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Harry got up and glanced around the room. He did that almost every morning since the battle ended. It seemed wonderful, yet surreal, that he was back here in The Burrow, the place where he had been so happy. Ron's faded Chudley Canons posters looked very welcoming and Pig's cage, though smelly, felt like home. Harry brushed his teeth and washed his face. He took a shower and let the cool water cleanse his tired being. His muscles relaxed and he felt wonderful. He pulled on a pair of baggy old jeans and Bill's old t-shirt given to him by Mrs. Weasley. He ignored the process of combing his hair. Before he left the room, his eyes flickered and rest on the video tape under the bed. He had put it there last night before crawling into bed with a terrible headache and fever. Harry didn't know what to do with it. He had a strong desire to watch it but he was afraid; afraid of what it might make him think and feel, afraid it might hurt him more…

Shaking his head to try and get rid of his stupid ideas, Harry exited the room and suddenly he was almost knocked to the ground by a person charging almost straight at him. He steadied himself and caught the said person to stop them both from falling and received a mouthful of red flaming hair. He realized it was Ginny. He dropped his hands instantly and she backed away, her cheeks flushing a little.

'Oh, Harry…' she gasped. 'I'm so sorry. I was running from the war upstairs.' She rolled her eyes and Harry knew she meant Ron and Hermione. Harry chuckled. 'Well… Mum says breakfast's ready'

'Oh… uh… okay. I'll come down' It was a very awkward moment. Both of them stood staring at each other, the red head girl with soft brown eyes and the dark hair boy with enchanting green eyes.The reason for this uncomfortable scene was regrettably frustrating. After the final battle, Harry and Ginny had never seriously talked to each other. They had been busy; with funerals and moving and catching up to what's happened. Harry caught himself thinking of her everyday yet he didn't know what to say to her. 'Hey, Ginny! The war's over and I think I really like you so let's get together again and please pass the potatoes' would be really touching and romantic!

'Well… common then.' Said Ginny quickly and Harry was snapped out of the nightmare that involved him making a complete arse of himself. 'Let's go down together'

She brushed pass him and he could smell her flowery scent. His head spun and he followed her down the stairs like a zombie. When they arrived downstairs, Mr. Weasley had just Dissapparated to work. Mrs.Weasley was frying eggs by the stove and George was sitting eating toast. Harry's stomach reeled with a sinking feeling. It was a strange and sad sight. George looked so alone without Fred, sitting there silently.

The pain inside Harry crept in again and he sat down on a chair beside George feeling totally awful. Mrs.Weasley whipped around to face him. 'Good Morning, Harry dear. Eggs?'

'Um… that would be nice, thank you' mumbled Harry. Mrs.Weasley gave him a radiant smile and turned back to the stove. Ginny settled down next to Harry and began buttering a piece of toast. She had always loved butter, thought Harry. And then out of no where, he begun to wonder whether his mother liked butter too and whether his father used to sit and watch her butter her toast like Harry was watching Ginny right now.

Bugger.

Was he going to be haunted with questions like this all day? Harry gulped down his coffee and his tongue almost got burn from the heat. He felt Ginny's eyes on him.

'Harry, are you ok?' she asked quietly, with kindness in her voice.

Harry swallowed. 'I'm fine.'

'You don't look fine.' Ginny frowned. 'Is something bothering you?'

'Um..' he was about to say no when he caught her eye. The brown ones bore into the green and he knew somehow that Ginny would understand.

'Well… there's…' but Harry was interrupted when Hermione stormed in and took the seat opposite from them. Her eyes were flashing and her bushy hair seemed to be electrified.

'That git! That stupid, conceited, selfish, cowardly GIT!!' she seethed, buttering her toast with an unusual strong effort. 'He. Is. Impossible.'

'Figures.' George spoke for the first time and rolled his eyes boringly.

Hermione glared at him but he went back to finishing his toast.

'What has he done now?' Harry asked.

'Well, he just proved to me that he is the most idiotic and stubborn person I've ever met! And… OH MERLIN, here he comes!' With that, Hermione grabbed her toast and marched purposefully out of the kitchen and into The Burrow's garden, intently not looking at Ron who just came down. Ron, pretty red in the face, plopped down in the seat Hermione had just occupied.

'What?' said Harry. Ron made a face and opened his mouth to explain but Harry suddenly raised his hands. 'Change of heart. Don't want to hear.'

Ron grumbled. 'Fine. Ignore my problems' He grabbed Hermione's untouched cup of coffee and stormed back up the stairs, his shoulders down and with a strut to his steps. Ginny sighed with mocking sincerity. 'And that is why they're meant for each other'

Harry snorted and Ginny looked rather please with herself. 'I'll go check on Hermione for a second' she slipped down from her chair. She caught Harry's disappointed look and laughed. 'Don't worry. I'll be back. Don't miss me too much, alright?' Harry watched her made her way outside and felt the burden in his heart lightened.

Mrs.Weasley brought a plate filled with fried eggs and sat it down in front of him. 'There you go, deary.'

Harry said his thanks and she beamed. She turned around and muttered about going to check on the laundry before walking out of the room. Harry was left alone with George. Harry felt his throat tightened and it got harder and harder to swallow down his egg. He thought of George kneeling at Fred's head, crying for his twin. Something inside him snapped at the memory and he wished he could crawl down under the earth and die.

'Stop' said George suddenly. Harry's head snapped up. The red head was looking at him, his lips curved into a half smile.

'What?!?'

'You're doing it again' said George 'The it's-all-my-fault-people-dropped-dead look'

Harry winced. He didn't found George's dry humor interesting or funny at all.

'Stop' George repeated.

Harry didn't know what to say or do so he decided on stabbing his eggs with his fork instead. George gave a dry laugh. 'Hey. Lighten up, mate.'

That comment jerked Harry out of his stabbing-fried-eggs state. 'Lighten up?' he almost screeched to make Crookshanks proud. 'Lighten up?!? With Fred gone, And Lupin and Tonks and… well, they're all gone and it's my bloody faul-'

'Shut the hell up!' George hissed and a dangerous gleam appeared in his eyes. Harry fell silent immediately. 'It's not your fault. It's You-know-who's fault. End of story. Goodbye. The end.'

Harry dropped his gaze and resumed his stabbing. He felt his ears burn. 'I'm sorry.' He muttered.

'Stop apologizing… ' said George stiffly. 'Listen, mate. They all would have wanted us to be happy and enjoy the world we had fought to make it a better place. Fred would have…' he stopped and his hands on his coffee cup shook. Harry had never felt so depressed.

'Anyways,' George stood up. A ghost of a smile appeared in his face and he patted Harry on the back. 'If you want to snog our sister, better get a move on. She is too popular for her own good.' With that, George winked and left.

Harry stared after him and chuckled softly to himself. George had a point.

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Ginny's fingers toyed absent mindedly with a strand of her red hair. Her lips were pursed and she had a thoughtful look in her eyes. She reached out and picked the video tape up from the floor. She and Harry were sitting in the empty living room opposite of each other. Hermione was sulking in the garden and Ron was doing likewise in his bedroom. Mrs.Weasley was busying herself with laundry and George was no where to be found.

Ginny read Lily's note for the fifth time. 'Harry… I think you should do what you feel you must.' She finally advised.

'Do you think so?' asked Harry. He had just told Ginny the whole story and like he had expected, Ginny understood perfectly what he was feeling. She had a knack of doing that.

'I know so' Ginny nodded vigorously.

'I'm afraid I'll miss them even more if I do' admitted Harry.

'It's okay to miss them.' whispered Ginny. Her brown eyes started to dart around the room and she settled her gaze finally on Harry's face. 'I miss Fred everyday.'

Harry avoided her gaze and buried his face in his hands. After a while, he looked up again. His eyes dimmed and he looked like a man who is bracing himself against a powerful storm. 'Alright. I'll watch it'

Ginny didn't smile. She didn't laugh or squeal in excitement. She just nodded. 'Ok. Dad has this television set he keeps in the old barn, with video players and everything. I think he wouldn't mind if you borrow them for a bit'

She walked to a little cabinet and took out a key. She handed it to Harry. 'This opens the barn.'

'Thanks, Gin' he smiled and she smiled back. He felt his heart clenching and he made himself pick up the tape and started towards the door. She turned around to leave too. Then suddenly, he stopped. He didn't know why. Something inside him was screaming for him to do so.

'Ginny.' Harry called out and Ginny halted.

'Yes, Harry?'

'Do you want to watch it with me?'

Her face split into a beautiful smile and he caught himself smiling too, a smile that mirrored hers. She push a strand of red hair back from her eyes and replied, with her voice shaking a little bit; 'I'll be delighted to.'

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The screen shook and the scenery trembled then came into focus, a handsome face framed with long dark hair. The person waved. 'Hey, Harry. Adult Harry that is. This is your uncle and godfather and your parents' bestfriend, Sirius Black. Aka Padfoot. Marauder, prankster and a very decent fellow.' The young Sirius emphasized the decent fellow part strongly and he pushed his hair from his eyes.

Ginny found herself lacing her fingers into Harry's and squeezed his hand. He didn't return the gesture but stared blankly at the screen.

Sirius turned the camera around and Harry almost jumped, for there were his parents, arm in arm, laughing. 'And these are your two nutty parents' narrated Sirius. 'Your haunted-looking, less-handsome-than-me father James, and your goody two shoes carrot-head of a mother Lily.'

James laughed and his laugh was light hearted and contagious. 'Sod off, Padfoot' he yelled at Sirius and began waving animatedly at the camera. 'Don't listen to anything he says, ok, Harry? I have made a big mistake in becoming best friends with this lunatic.'

Lily clung on to her husband and was laughing so joyfully that she looked even more beautiful than Harry had imagined her.

'Anyways,' James was saying. 'Today is your birthday. You are now officially one year old.'

'And I assure you, Harry, that you are adorable' said Lily. She had now stopped laughing but she was smiling widely at the camera and at James.

'Just like your parents.' Put in James.

'Conceited much, mate!' Sirius snapped playfully. Lily rolled her eyes.

'Why not? He is adorable, Sirius!' said James strongly. 'He has exactly Lily's eyes.' He smiled down at his wife and love was brimming in his hazel eyes. He kissed her hair and she giggled. 'Isn't your mother beautiful?'

Sirius made a 'hmph' sound behind the camera, which James pretended he hadn't heard. He continued. 'I hope when you're watching this, we would be with you too, and your girlfriend can see what you looked like when you were young. But if we're not… then…' James voice died and Lily kissed the top of his nose in encouragement.

Lily directed her gaze at the camera. 'Then… we want you to know that we love you. And that you must be brave, darling. We're always there with you, alright?' Her eyes clouded with tears and James drew her closer to him and kissed the top of her head. The scene changed.

A raven hair boy was zooming around on a broomstick in a little garden in front of an old cottage. James was running after him, yelling. 'Lily! Lily, look at him go!!!'

The camera bobbed up and down, giving it away that Sirius was jumping up and down with excitement while filming this. 'Wicked, James!' Sirius shouted. 'This is totally wicked!!'

The baby Harry screeched to a halt and with a peal of childish laughter, slid down from his broom. James gave a strangled cry and dove headlong to catch his son.

'JAMES POTTER!!' a loud intimidating shout issued from a perimeter the camera wasn't covering.

'Oh, crap' Sirius muttered and turned the camera around to reveal a very angry and flaming Lily Evans Potter marching towards them.

James' glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose and his jaw dropped. Harry struggled widely in his arms and pushed his glasses up for him.

'James Potter! Sirius Black!' Lily was shouting furiously, wagging her finger at James and at the camera, which meant wagging it at Sirius who was filming. 'What have you done with my son? Letting him ride a broom by himself is highly dangerous. He's only one! What if he falls? JAMES?'

'I…well,…Lily, he was…' James stuttered and staggered to his feet, holding Harry.

'He was what?' Lily advanced towards him and their faces were only an inch away from each other.

'He was BRILLANT!' breathed James.

'WHAT?' shouted Lily.

James held up their son. Harry was waving his arms around widely, reaching for his mother. 'He was bloody brilliant, Lily. He can fly like a natural. He can be a Chaser or even a Seeker! You should be proud.'

'I'll be proud when he's safe and sound on the ground, James Potter' seethed the red head. 'He could have broken his leg, or fall, or injured, or-'

What other accidents Harry could have encountered was never found out because James had kissed Lily in the middle of her sentence and drew her close to him. Harry, squashed between his parents, grabbed Lily's head and scrambled violently. Lily seemed to be speechless and Sirius let out a revolting 'ewwww…' he spun the camera around to face himself. 'If the Harry watching this is only less than ten years old, close your eyes immediately!!' he shouted urgently. 'This is a form of sexual harassment! This is torture; and a revolting act! Disgusting! And should be prohibited and not display-'

What else Sirius had to say was muffled by yells and screams as James tackled his bestfriend to the ground from behind and the camera was turned off. The scene changed for the second time.

Lily and James were running frantically in front of the camera. James was holding a struggling Harry in his arms, a Harry who was wearing nothing except for a diaper. Both father and son were yelling. Lily grabbed a small plastic bag and began emptying the contents on the floor hastily. She finally got out a new diaper and thrust it to James. 'Here it is! I found it! Change him quick!'

Sirius' sniggers were heard very audibly. 'If the adult Harry is watching with his future girlfriend, consider this an embarrassing gift from your godfather.'

'Shut the thing off!' James cried over his shoulders. 'I don't want my son to have a heart attack and got dump by his future girlfriend if she sees what-'

'JAMES!' Lily cried warningly.

'Sorry, dear' said James, grinning. He winked at his wife. Lily rolled her eyes but a smile tug at the corner of her lips.

The rest of the frantic conversation was drowned by Sirius' uncontrollable laughter. The scene changed.

Sirius' face appeared again and he winked charmingly. 'Okaaay…' his voice was above a whisper. 'I call this Operation Bedtime Snooping. I am now under Prongs' invisibility cloak and I am making my way towards Harry's bedroom to observe Lily tucking him into bed and telling him a bed time story.' He turned the camera to face a flight of rusty stair case. Sirius made his way cautiously up and entered a little corridor. A door was open slightly and Sirius tiptoed inside the room. It was small, with only little furniture and a cot was stationed in the middle of the room. Lily was bending over it, wrapping a blanket around Harry. James was not there.

'…and there would be a huge four poster bed with warm thick blankets and a fluffy soft pillow' Lily was saying in a singsong voice. 'The fire will be roaring in the fireplace and you could sleep on and on until you would feel like you couldn't possibly feel tired again.'

Lily smiled a little at the memory of her beloved school. Sirius zoomed into Harry's face. His emerald green eyes were staring solemnly at his mother.

'And the friends you would make!' breathed Lily. 'The magic you would learn… it's beautiful, Harry. And most importantly, It was there that I met your father.' She laughed a little to herself and Harry waved a fist in the air, giving a little cry.

'You want to know what he was like?' she arched her eyebrows and Harry grunted. Lily laughed and her eyes shone lovingly. 'Well, at first, I thought he was completely horrid. He kept pestering and bothering me and I didn't want to have anything to do with him. But then… well, he changed and I finally got to see the man he really is; kind, brave, loyal, funny… He can make me laugh like there's no tomorrow.'

Harry gave a small squeak of laughter and Lily chuckled. She bent down to kiss his forehead. 'When he asked me to marry him..' she was whispering now, half to herself and half to her son. Her eyes filled with tears but she brushed it away. 'When he asked me to be his wife, I looked up at him and I knew from then on that I could love him forever…'

Sirius flicked the camera to the right and they saw James creeping slowly into the room on tiptoe. Lily didn't notice his presence and she continued talking to Harry.

'…and when I' m with him, I feel like every little thing's going to be alright.' She reached out and ruffled her son's dark hair. 'And then we had you. You are so precious to us, Harry. We wouldn't let anything happen to you… Your father-'

Here James had came up behind his wife and kissed her on the cheek. Lily let out a little startled scream but her eyes lit up even more when she saw him. 'James, you scared me!'

He smiled and laced his arms around her waist. 'Am I all that? All that you told him?'

Lily blushed. 'You heard?'

'Every word, love.' He kissed her and she sighed. James bent down and kissed his son. 'And Harry, do you know what I love about your mother?'

'James..' Lily began warningly but James ignored her. Her emerald eyes sparkled and his hazel ones were filled with pride.

'She's smart, beautiful, kind, and she tends to…' here he looked into her eyes and held the gaze for a long time. '…see the beauty in others even when they couldn't see it themselves.'

'Oh, James…'

'I love you, Lily'

'I love you too. Always.'

Sirius stopped recording and the scene changed for the last time. James and Lily, with baby Harry in James' lap, sat together on a sofa. James had one arm around Lily. She was smiling and James looked like spring had come early just for him.

'Well… this is the end of the Potter Documentary with your host Sirius Black' Sirius was declaring cheerily. 'I am highly flattered by the applause I must surely be getting from all the audiences and please don't think the worst of James and Lily. You must understand that they are completely crazy and-'

'Black, I'm warning you!' threatened Lily.

'Just harmless bantering, Lily. Honestly.' said Sirius frantically. But Lily smiled at him and James winked at his friend.

'Ok. If you two have anything to say, say it now. The buttary's running out.'

'The BATTERY, Sirius' corrected Lily.

'Yeah, whatever. But you love butter, don't you, Lily?'

'Shut it!'

'Touchy-touchy. Anyways, let's end this. Three-two-one-ACTION!' here Sirius screeched the word quite too loudly and the three Potters cringed. Lily recovered first and threw Sirius one last vicious look before directing her full attention to the camera.

'Harry, as you probably would know, we are being hunt down by Voldemort' her voice shook slightly but she drove on. 'We are protecting you as best as we could. We love you. We won't let anything happen to you, I promise.'

She stopped. For a moment it seemed like she would dissolve into tears but James squeezed her shoulders and she continued. 'If we cannot make through this, I want you to know that we are always with you. Don't despair and be brave, okay? We know you will make us proud. And if we're not there with you when you're watching this, we're sorry. Sorry that we'll never be there to see you grow up, to see you receive your letter and go to Hogwarts, and sorry that we won't be there to see you fall in love and become the man we will all be proud of..' Lily seemed to choke on her own words and she stopped, unable to go on.

James swallowed and took over. Lily was now playing with Harry's mob of black hair, a strange empty look in her eyes.

'We love you. I hope we've said that enough' said James. 'You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. You and your mother here. And I love you... Crap, I repeated that again. Well… I. love. You. Guess there's nothing more important than that, son. You're going to grow up and be just as smart as your mother. And an even better Quidditch player than me! But most importantly, you're going to grow up and be a great man. I know that. For sure. And we're proud of you.'

'And I'm proud of you too.' said a squeaky muffled voice that was Sirius'.

'Padfoot, are you crying?' asked James, surprised.

'Nope. Absolutely not.' said Sirius, sniffling a little. 'Carry on, Prongs.'

James rolled his eyes but he collected himself. He faced the camera again. 'And lastly, we're always with you. Inside you. Always, remember that.' finished James.

Sirius turned the camera around and his face filled the screen. His eyes were a little red and puffy but he waved cheerily. 'Bye, adult Harry! We love you!' said Sirius. 'I'm blowing you girly kisses right now.'

He focused the camera at James and Lily, arms around each other, tears in their eyes. Both the emerald and hazel ones, shining together. They were waving at him; at Harry, the Harry who was sitting in the little stuffy barn of the Weasleys with Ginny holding his hand. They waved and smiled, baby Harry grabbed James glasses and Lily cracked a laugh when her husband tried to stop their little son from poking himself in the eye with the glasses. Sirius face appeared again and he blew one kiss. Lily waved, James waved, they eyes shone with love, and pride and hope… The hazel eyes sparkled, the emerald ones filled with tears then… they vanished. The screen flicked and turned dark. The video player stopped its humming and the air in the little barn was still. Ginny sniffed and bow her head. Harry disentangled his hand from hers and buried his face in them.

They were gone.

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UPNEXT : The last chapter in this story! 'When the smoke has cleared' In which our hero discover how to live again and let the memory of everyone one who're special to him, live inside him still.