That night at dinner, Harry avoided looking up at Voldemort. He wasn't great at occlumency and if he looked in Voldemort's eyes, Voldemort would see that Harry overheard his plans with Bellatrix and maybe murder him on the spot.

Just as Harry thought this, Voldemort stood up and cleared his throat. The table went silent. All the Death Eaters had been wondering why their master invited them all to dinner.

Voldemort looked around at all of them before speaking.

"Tomorrow morning, Harry will be going on a special mission. He won't return between the time of a few weeks or maybe a few years."

All the Death Eaters looked confusedly at Voldemort, including Lucius, Bellatrix, and Snape, except that their eyes betrayed hurt and sadness.

All the Death Eaters were congratulating Harry for going on this 'special mission' and for turning of age in a few days. Harry knew what was really going to happen: someone, probably Voldemort himself, would take Harry away saying they were going to explain his mission to him, but really just killing him on the spot.

Harry packed his stuff in his rucksack, got his invisibility which Bellatrix had given him for his thirteenth birthday, his Firebolt which Lucius gave him for his sixteenth birthday, and his extremely large book of spells.

He also picked up a picture that was next to his bed. It showed a little Harry about three years old riding a toy broomstick around the grounds outside while Lucius was bent over trying to catch his breath from chasing Harry around, and Bellatrix sitting in a chair laughing, tears coming down her face from laughing too hard.

Harry smiled and pocketed it.

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Harry was standing at his window, his Firebolt in his hand and he was just going to fly out the window when he heard a voice behind.

"What are you doing?"

He turned to see Bellatrix standing there with a small smile on her face.

Before Harry could think of an answer, she said, "The Dark Lord wants me to explain your mission."

Harry noticed she stopped smiling. "Why are you sad?" he asked, though he knew why.

"Oh, Rodolphus and I have been having some marriage problems. But we shouldn't worry about that now, we need to go to a secluded area."

She held onto Harry's hand and dissaparated.

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With a pop the two of them landed on top of a tall building. Bella broke away and started crying.

Harry said to her quietly, "I know what you must do." And he pulled out his wand.

She turned to him. "You really think I'm going to kill you? The reason we're on this tall building is so you can escape without being seen by muggles." Tears were still streaming down her face.

"But, won't Voldemort punish you for this?"

Bellatrix smiled sadly at Harry.

"He won't if my plan works. I want you to make a false memory in my mind of me killing you and transfiguring you."

Harry saw a loophole in the plan

"But he could break it and find out what really happened."

Bellatrix looked at him sadly. "I'll be seeing you later, Harry," she responded.

Harry looked at her, knowing there wasn't an alternate way, though thinking with all his might for something other than memory modification.

"Do it already. The Dark Lord will be wondering why I'm taking so long," Bella commanded.

Harry took his wand, pointed it at Bella, and muttered a spell leaving Bella look slightly dazed. He took his chance to hop on his broom and kick off into the night. He flew straight up, still keeping the tiny figure in his sight, until the figure vanished.

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It was 4 o'clock in the morning when Harry entered the Leaky Cauldron. He flew all night to get there, knowing that Voldemort would have a hard time spotting Harry in Diagon Alley where tons of wizards and witches were. If Death Eaters came there, a massive fight would break out: not really Voldemort's style.

Harry went up to the desk and requested a room.

"Yes, room number 14 is open, Mr.…er…"

"Harry. Just Harry."

"Right this way, Just Harry," said the toothless landlord.

Once in his room, he started to unpack he pulled out his cauldron which he had shrunken, enlarged it, and dumped his ingredients and his potion books in it, his owl cage that held his snowy owl, his broomstick, and his clothes. He then pulled out a tiny bowl out of his pocket and enlarged it. Inside was a swirling white substance, not gas, yet not liquid. Harry sat down, pulled his wand out, put it to his head, and pulled out a memory strand. After letting it fall into the pensieve, he stuck his face in it. He was sent forwards into the pensieve, falling into one of his memories.

A small Harry was sitting on his bed, gifts all around him and wrapping paper was strewn on the floor. Snape, Lucius, and Bellatrix were all sitting around him watching as he opened the last package.

"Is this fwom you uncle Wucius?" Harry asked.

Lucius smiled and nodded.

Harry ripped it open, sending the paper over the already cover floor. Sitting in his hands was a small toy Comet Two-Sixty.

"Wow!" said little Harry, his eyes widening, "Thanks uncle Wucius!"

The room got dark, and then reappeared, Harry looking older, yet sitting the same way, the three Death Eaters in the same spots.

Harry was thirteen years old, sitting on his bed, opening presents. He was just putting a small Sneak-a-scope away, when he saw the last present. He lifted it up, and his face fell.

"It's light," he said looking at Bellatrix, "You said…"

He opened it and his face light up. He was holding an invisibility cloak. He slipped it on and, with a giggle, disappeared completely. The door opened with enough space for a thirteen year old boy to slip through, and then closed.

The three Death Eaters jumped to their feet and charged after the giggling voice that was getting fainter and fainter…

The room darkened again.

Harry was sitting on his bed again, looking about sixteen years old, the three Death Eaters sitting around him. Harry had just finished putting a memory into a pensieve which Snape had given him when Lucius spoke up.

"Harry, I got you this gift because you lost your Cleansweep when you crashed attempting the Wronski Feint." A ghost of a smile flashed across Harry's face.

Lucius gave a long thin box to Harry. He opened it to reveal a Firebolt. He let go of it, staring at it in awe, and it floated there in mid-air, waiting for him to mount it.

Harry smiled as he watched himself unwrap a toy Firebolt and a small figuring who was the seeker for England.

Harry closed his eyes and exited the pensieve. He sat on his bed, looking at the pensieve, the Firebolt, and his invisibility cloak, wishing he could be back in those memories forever.

End Chapter 2. R&R please!