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James went to his dad's office several times in the next few weeks and watched everything up until the end of his dad's first year at Hogwarts. It was almost like a fairy tale - he had been taken from a horrible place where no one liked him to a beautiful place where he was famous. James found it a little hard to believe that all of this had actually happened. But, they're memories, right? And they can't just be his memories. So, at least some of it has to be true...

"It gets way more complicated than that."

"Really? You had an exciting childhood then."

"Hmm... just wait until we get to fourth and fifth year."

Now he had made James anxious. "Do I have to watch all of them?"

"Yes."

"Can't we skip ahead to the exciting parts?"

"Every part is an exciting part. If you really want to understand it all you'll have to watch it all."

Harry was in the closet, looking for the next bottle, while James sat in the office waiting. "How many more are there?"

"A lot."

James was quiet, sensing that he was becoming annoying. He had so many more questions he wanted to ask, but was afraid to. Most of them were about all of these people he kept seeing. Why hadn't he ever seen them? Were they dead? He remembered seeing a picture of that older man...what was his name?... oh, Dumbledore... he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember where. Well, he looks old then, he's probably long gone by now.

James looked down at his watch. He was going to be late for quidditch practice! James swore under his breath.

"I'll choose to ignore that," his dad said.

"I have to go. Quidditch." He left quickly and ran to the pitch.

"It's weird."

"What's weird?"

"Not having Hermione here. She always was here, and it's weird that she's not." Harry and Ron were in Hagrid's hut, hiding away from the world.

"Aww, you miss her," Harry teased.

"Shut it."

"'E's right," Hagrid said. "It is weird. I'm used ta having the three of ya, and now there's only two."

"You act like we still come here everyday."

"Well, I haveta admit, you takin this job is one of the best things that's every happened to me. No one stops by anymore, unless they're lookin for extra credit."

They were all quiet for a while, and Hagrid go up to make more tea. "You know, I showed James the memory of when my parents died a few nights ago."

"Really?"

"He wants to know."

"He is exceptionally mature for someone his age," Ron said. "I know. I have three that got left behind by about five years."

"They'll catch up. You weren't exactly the quickest of us all either." Ron pushed Harry hard enough to nearly knock him off the chair.

"I was brilliant. I just chose not to show it."

Harry laughed. "Hermione's brilliant. We're lucky we made it this far."

"Well, I guess if it weren't for you I'd be doing something in the ministry right now. Probably working under my dad, without any kind of family besides the one I was unwillingly born into..."

"And if it weren't for you I'd be bored." They all laughed. "We should call Hermione over next time."

"Sure. She can go to the library. Heaven knows she's behind on reading all of those books."

There was a knock at the door. "Come in," Hagrid said. It was James, still in his quidditch gear.

"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt anything..."

"I'm coming," Harry said, draining his cup. They headed back up to his office. "How'd practice go?"

"We had to end early. A bludger went crazy and knocked out four people." Harry laughed. "What?"

"Nothing." He handed James a bottle from the cupboard. "Here you go." Ever since the first one, Harry had let James go by himself. He already knew the story and did not want to relive it. So he let him go again, watching up until the part in the Chamber, which was its own bottle. Harry checked exams while he waited.

When James popped back out, he looked excited and disappointed that he had to wait for the rest. Harry already had the next bottle ready and stood next to the pensive with James. "You're coming?"

"I like this one. There aren't many that I enjoy watching, but this is one of them. In fact, there are only seven or so that I like watching..." He counted them off in his head: his first time at Hogwarts, when he met Ron and Hermione, his first time on a broom, the Chamber, when he met Sirius, the kiss with Cho, the kiss with Ginny, when he had finally gotten rid of Voldemort...

"What are they?"

"You'll find out."

"But I want to know!"

"And you will. Hold on until later."

James felt himself being sucked into the pensive. He landed in what looked like a basement that hadn't been cleaned in a very long time. "Where are we?"

"Hmm... that's interesting..."

"What?"

"It didn't start at the beginning."

"So, we're in that Chamber thing?"

"Yep."

"Is it... still there?"

"Yep."

"You've been down there again?"

"Twice, actually."

"Why?"

"You'll see." James was getting really tired of waiting. Couldn't he get the abridged version or something? "You're extremely impatient."

"I want to know what happens."

"You will. We can only do one bottle at a time."

"There has to be a way to make this go faster."

"Well, you could start by following along with the memory." The memory Harry, Ron, and Lockhart had already moved on. "Better move over here."

"Why?"

"You'll see." Just then the ceiling caved in.

"Oh... What happened?"

"If you would pay attention you'd know." His dad held up his wand, and the memory moved backward. "This time stop complaining and listen."

James watched the memory play out. When the basilisk first came out, it scared him a bit, but then he remembered it was only a memory. "You're horrible with a sword."

"I'm a wizard, not a knight." The memory continued on until the phoenix took them out of the Chamber, and then it ended.

"Hmm... What year was that again?"

"Second."

"So I've still got a while to go?"

"Yep." Harry handed him the next bottle. "There you go."

James was about to go into the next one, when he realized something. "Wait a second..."

"Hm?"

"You married your best friend's little sister?"

"So?"

James shook his head. "It just... sounds weird..."

"Honestly, I don't think her brothers would trust her with anyone else. Seeing as I saved all of their behinds about three or four times... I guess that makes me qualified for the job. Would you let just any boy get at Angie?"

"No."

"Exactly."

Notes: Short, I know. I don't want to go through every year though, cause you already know the story. I'll do the important parts, aka the parts Harry likes. This is all leading up to something, I promise. James has to understand where it all came from, so that at the end he knows what's going on. I'll be doing more current events in a bit. Remember what Bellatrix implied in the end of the last story and what happened in chapter 1 of this story. That basically gives it away.