Wake Harry, wake the children, eat breakfast, clean, read, make dinner, clean, go to bed. Ginny Potter's routine was like clockwork during the summer. Once she thought about it, it was pretty much the same during the school year to. Her home life was boring to say the least when Harry wasn't home. She had actually been looking forward to Harry's day off, but as soon as she came downstairs she found a note saying he went to Hogwarts…again. An attachment to the school was fine enough, but this might a bit of an obsession.

Ginny was really starting to worry about Harry at this point. According to him, these nightmares have been a reoccurring thing. He also refused to tell her what they were about. Obviously it is something personal, but all Ginny wanted to do was help him.

Right as she was about to throw her hands up and scream at the world like in those muggle soap operas her mum used to watch, Harry walked in looking like a whole new man. His hair was still a mess and the bags under his eyes were still there, but those eyes sparkled like they used to and his grin was bigger then she had seen in a long time. In his arms, was Dumbledore's famous pensieve.

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Albus stretched his limbs to their capacity, reveling in the feeling. He was always noticeably tired after he read…his father said he got it from his mum. The only thing Harry read were status reports and the occasional bedtime story for Lily, so he was probably right.

Thinking of his dad made Al's head hurt sometimes. Harry Potter had been through so much and it seemed like the rest of the world knew more about him than his own family. In all the books he read that mentioned his father, they always contained bravery and swift escapes out of danger's clutches. But why was it his dad that was in the stories?

Al knew his dad helped defeat Voldemort, but he felt there was something more to it. At the time he was only 17! Why did the world expect him to do it?

Harry Potter was a very private man, so private that he never even told his child what exactly he did to be famous. He would answer their questions, but he always was a bit vague, as if he was leaving out the important parts.

When they were little he and James were convinced that he was famous because he made great pancakes, what else would it be? Eventually he told them he had "helped" fight a wizard who was hurting other wizards. He didn't tell him how serious this wizard war had been or how many people in their family had died because of it.

When Al was little he had only heard a few stories about his father's life. Those few stories contained the tale of Harry's parents (only up to when they graduated from Hogwarts), the story of Remus Lupin, Teddy's father, and the time that the Golden Trio had ridden a dragon. That story was one that Uncle Ron told him. Albus never knew WHY they were riding a dragon, but he never asked because he was sure they would give him some kind of excuse.

Al's favorite story was about Sirius Black. The man who stayed sane in Azkaban prison for 13 years just so that he could one-day escape and save his father. Sirius was an animagus, so he turned into a dog and slipped through the bars to freedom and ran off to find Harry. Although he was innocent, only Harry and the Order knew so he flew away into hiding on a hippogriff. It was a story of adventure and friendship, Al's favorite genres. Al used to ask his father were Sirius was now and Harry simply said, "He passed away". What interested Albus was how…how did Harry's godfather pass away? Why was he accused guilty? What was he accused guilty for?

As all these thoughts ran through Albus's head, his curiosity grew to its capacity, which was never good because he usually did something stupid when he was curious.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard the heavy footfalls of his father, and a door closing behind him. Albus was awakened from his hurried thought and stood up quickly, giving him the need to hold onto the bookshelf as the blood rushed to his head

Albus ran into the kitchen to see Harry with the biggest smile he had every seen on his face. In his arms was a large, shallow bowl. Hi mum was looking at it with interest and a bit of confusion.

"Is…Is that…" she started.

"Yes, it is Ginny! Everything will be okay,"

"Wait Harry…" Ginny's face lit up with realization. She then turned her head to see Albus standing in the doorway.

"Honey, lets take the kids to Ron's house, okay?"

"Okay…Al, go get James and Lily…tell them you guys are going to Rose and Hugo's house." Harry said, speaking to Albus, who he had just noticed was there.

"Why?" He asked. Harry bent down next to Albus and looked into the eyes that were a copy of his own.

"Al, I'm sorry, your daddy's having a hard time and I just need to talk to mummy alone for a little while…one day, you'll understand."

If there was one things Al hated, it was that phrase. If he had a nickel for every time he heard it, he'd surely be rich by now. Nevertheless, Albus nodded his head slowly. His father was right though. One day he would understand, hopefully. Promising himself that he would find out what was happening, Albus raced up the stairs to find his siblings.

Lily was in her room with two of her stuffed animals in her hands (a black dog and a stag, the wolf toy she had was sitting in a chair she had made out of a shoe box)

"Hello Prongs" She said in a deep voice.

"Hi Padfoot! Want to go and see Moony?" She said changing her voice slightly.

"Yeah! Lets go!" She said moving back to the original gruff voice.

She moved her animals as if they were walking and had them stop in front of the wolf in the chair. Al smiled. Lily loved her stuffed animals. Her father gave them to her a year ago for Lily's birthday.

When she received them, her hazel eyes lit up, Ginny had always said Lily's eyes could out shine the stars. When Harry passed the toy animals he told her each of their names (Prongs for the stag, Padfoot for the black dog, and Moony for the wolf) along with the fact that they are very special and should be played with nicely. Albus remembered how Ginny was almost crying as Harry gave their daughter the gift.

"Lils?"

"What?" Lily said, not taking her eyes off the toys.

"Do you want to go to Rosie's house?" He said using his cousin's pet name.

"Oooooooooo, yeah!" she said getting up and running out of the room, leaving her stuffed animals behind. A few moments late she ran back in with a look of despair on her face.

"I'm sorry, please forgive me!" She said dramatically while scooping her animals up into her arms.

"That's okay Lily, We love you!" She said in a different voice that must have belonged to Moony. Lily smiled and skipped back downstairs.

Albus then walked over to James's room where he could hear a small explosion come from inside. Getting James downstairs would be a bit more difficult. Blackmail might be his best option.

Another problem was getting James downstairs without him asking any questions that Al didn't have the answers to. He captiously knocked on the door only to hear another explosion. A few seconds later he heard a quiet, "Who is it?" in a too innocent to be true voice.

"James quit the act, its me" Al said getting annoyed.

James then opened the door and found himself being shoved back into the room by Albus who followed him in and shut the door behind them.

"What was that for?"

"You don't want mom and dad to see you, do you?"

"No" said James looking at the floor.

Albus was the only one who could make him feel the least bit guilty. This time James's eyebrows were singed off and his hair was sticking up at all angles covered in soot. Al turned his head to see that one of James's walls was halfway demolished. Albus sighed and turned to face his brother.

"I'll call Uncle George later to come and fix it." Uncle George was the only one who wouldn't tattle on James for doing something bad…most of the time he encouraged it.

"Go downstairs…we are going to Rose and Hugo's…don't ask why or else I'll tell mom and dad you blew up your room for the second time this week" Albus said menacingly.

James knew Al meant business so he ran into the bathroom, washed his hair and ran downstairs.

"What happened to your eyebrows?" Harry said, trying not to laugh as he saw his son come down the stairs.

"Uhhhhhh…Nothing"

"Sure, whatever you say…go stand by the fireplace with Lily, mom will take you guys over all at once."

"Can't I go by myself?"

"No, we don't want you going to Uncle Georges like you tried to do last time." Harry responded chuckling.

"Wow" James thought, "Dad must be in a really good mood."

"Okay boys, everyone into the fire place," said Ginny, interrupting his thoughts. She quickly expanded it so that they could all slip in. Harry walked over and gave each of his children a hug.

"Have fun at Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione's house!" He said as Ginny tried to flatten down Albus and James's hair.

"Ginny, it's a lost cause." He said smiling, "Oh and Lily, keep your brothers out of trouble for me okay?" Lily nodded her head excited for some form of responsibility.

"Okay is everybody ready?" asked Ginny.

"WAIT! DADDY FORGOT TO SAY GOODBYE TO PRONGS AND MOONY AND PADFOOT!" screamed a frantic Lily.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Bye Prongs, Padfoot, and Moony." Harry said waving to the stuffed animals in Lily's arms. Lily smiled and grabbed onto her mothers hand, careful not to drop her animals.

"Ron Weasley's house" Ginny yelled. The 4 family members disappeared in a puff of green smoke with the usual vacuum sound that Harry was used to.

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Ginny gingerly stepped out of Ron and Hermione's fireplace and into their living room, careful not to get soot on he floor.

"RON! GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Hello Ginny. Hi Al, James, and Lily" said a calm Hermione from the doorway.

"What's goin' on?" Ron said as he stepped into the room, it looked as if he had just awoken from a nap.

"Ummm…Kids, go find Rosie and Hugo." Ginny said nervously.

She really didn't know the best way to explain it to the Weasley's with the children in the room. Two of the three kids ran off, but Al lingered a little longer, taking his time, eyeing her skeptically. Ginny, knowing that Al was too curious for his own good, waited patiently until he left the room in defeat.

"Well, we were wondering if you could watch the children for a few hours…you see…its Harry. Hermione, you know how I told you he's been acting weird?" Hermione nodded her head as Ginny spoke.

"He went to Hogwarts again, but this time he came back with something." Ginny said.

"What is it?" Ron asked.

"Dumbledore's pensieve." Ron and Hermione grew puzzled looks on their faces

"The pensieve? Why the heck would he need that?" asked Ron.

A look at Hermione and Ginny could almost see the gears turning in her head. Suddenly, her face paled and she held tightly onto Ron's arm for support. Obviously she had pieced the puzzled together.

" Hermione, what is it? What's wrong?" said Ron, pushing her into the nearest couch.

"Poor Harry! He must be going through it all over again," she said breathlessly, staring at the floor.

The thought of what Harry must be going through scared Hermione a great deal. She knew he must have been having nightmares about it every night. It had been 15 years! Why now?

"Hermione…what's wrong! I want to help!" said Ginny, knowing deep down that Hermione wouldn't really tell her.

"I…I'm sorry Ginny, Harry will have to tell you himself." Hermione said strictly, standing up and brushing her skirt off. Her face was still pale, but her eyes were full of resolve.

"Well, whatever it is, I'm sure I can figure it out," Said a determined Ginny. She got up and walked into the Weasley's fireplace.

"Potter Manor!" and she was gone in an instant. Ron turned and looked at his wife who was staring at the ground.

"Mione, please tell me…" he begged. Hermione looked up and frowned.

"Ron, Harry, has been going through something that happens to a lot of people when something bad has happened in their lives. This thing usually happens when dementors confront them though. They relive the worst memories of their lives. With Harry, all his memories must have had such a big impact, that he doesn't need a dementor to relive them…" Hermione could tell that Ron was catching on for his face got paler and paler with every word she spoke.

"Is that why he got the pensieve? To, get rid of his memories?" Ron asked.

"No, the pensieve won't get rid of them, it will just age them in a way. It will make them like they should have been after 15 years." She paused for a moment, "Ron, imagine having to see your friends die before your eyes every night! Do you have any idea how barbaric that is?"

"Hermione…it will be okay now, won't it?" Ron said in a whisper. Neither of the Weasley's noticed when Albus ran back upstairs after hearing the whole thing.