Edited: June 5, 2012
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Al slowly stood up in confusion. Where was he? His eyes scanned the room and almost bulged out of his eyes when he saw a giant snakeskin in the middle of the floor. He looked down onto the ground and realized he was stepping on bones. A shiver ran up his spine. What kind of memory was this? He shuddered once again and turned his head to see his father, Uncle Ron, and an older man falling out one of the shoots.
Obviously Ron and Harry weren't pleased with this man for their wands were pointed directly at him. It was easy to tell that the two twelve-year-olds scared this man even though he was years old.
Albus took an immediate disliking to this him. His robes were of the very best quality and the frilliness of them was incredible, considering it was a man wearing them. His teeth sparkled as he tried to smile his way out of things. Al knew it wouldn't work.
James had tried every single form of getting out of things known to mankind. Smiling didn't work on their dad. Nothing ever worked when it came to getting out of something from Harry. He had an iron will.
Lily was the only one known to be able to squirm out of things. This was because "he's wrapped around my little finger" as she liked to say in that cute little kid voice of hers as if she knew everything. She picked up the words from Uncle George as he was teasing Harry about it.
They were now in a heated argument so Al took the time to let his eyes wander, not quite sure what else to do. The room was quite an awful place and almost looked like his brother's description of the Hogwarts's dungeons.
James Sirius Potter (being named after two Marauders) was known to exaggerate though. He had told Al that the dungeons reeked of Slytherin (apparently they had the distinct odor of evil). He also said that it felt like you were walking through winter without a jumper on. The last thing he said was that there was sludge oozing out of the cracks in the walls. At that point during James's tale Albus had walked away, bored at his brother's stretched truths.
This place made Al believe that evil really did have an odor. But for some reason he didn't figure that these were the Hogwarts dungeons…it was probably the 70-foot snakeskin on the floor that threw him off. Or maybe it was the fact that he was still stepping on bones.
Albus jumped as he heard a bang. He spun around to see a wall of rocks in front of him and a dazed Harry at his side. Ron was yelling from the other side of the massive wall going on about Professor Lockhart (as he had learned the man's name was) and how he blasted himself with his own memory charm.
Albus thought his was quite funny seeing as this man was supposed to be a professor. Ron then spoke about his wand being broken and Al knew he was missing something here. How did Ron break his wand? He decided he would find out later. Obviously the pensieve was just showing him the basics and for now, he was okay with it. At least he was seeing something. It was as if the magical object wanted him to learn about his father.
He saw Harry run down the passageway and stop at a rather creepy door (not that it was the only creepy thing in the room). He then heard him speak in a shiver-bringing language that made the gears in Al's head turn. Albus thought for a moment and then he came to a realization. His father was a Parselmouth!
Why hadn't he told him? That thought left Albus's head as soon as it arrived. His dad hadn't told him a lot, so why should he tell him that he could speak to snakes? A bubble of anger blew in Al…why couldn't his family trust him? Did his mom or aunts and uncles even know? Did any of them realize what had been going on besides Ron and Hermione? He frowned and decided he would dwell on the matter later and entered through the door behind Harry.
He was amazed at the room he had entered. Ornate, giant, stone snakes were lined up along the walls, each seeming to stare at him right in the eye. A cold shiver went down his spine at the thought (he seemed to be shivering a lot in this memory). The next thing he saw almost gave him a heart attack. Lying in the middle of the chamber was the cold, small body of a girl with flaming red hair…Weasley hair at that.
Harry had seen the girl to and ran to her side; using the nobleness that everyone now laughed about.
Al collapsed beside him as he realized it was his mum. His mum! What was she doing in this awful place looking like she was about to die! Next to her was a worn leather notebook. Its pages flipped open to reveal a blank page.
Tears were flowing down both Harry's and Al's face at an unreasonably fast rate. It seemed as if all sense had disappeared from him. Somewhere Al knew this was just a memory, but for the most part he almost believed his mom was lying lifeless in front of him.
Albus then heard an unfamiliar voice above him. He looked up to see a handsome boy who had pale skin and dark hair. Something seemed wrong about this man, just in the way he spoke and walked. Harry, who was so terrified for Ginny, didn't even notice something was wrong until the boy, Tom Riddle, somehow stole Harry's wand. That was when things went wrong.
The rest of the memory frightened Albus even more then the first one had. His father was surely about to dodge death again! His mother was now going on her first time and Al couldn't help but wonder how many times she was going to be close to dying in the next years.
Ever since he was small, Albus had been terrified of snakes. To the point were a picture would make him scream. As he got older his phobia died down a bit, but that feeling of freezing up in terror returned to him.
At the sight of the giant Basilisk coming out of the mouth of Salazar Slytherin, he almost passed out. The thought that it wouldn't actually be able to touch him was the only thing that kept him from going under. Great, his dad had to fight a Basilisk AND Lord Voldemort at the same time! Whoop-de-do. The sarcasm in Al's mind kept him partially stable, at least stable enough to keep his eyes open.
Then all hope seemed to be lost. Something would surely happen to stop all of it though, thought Al, trying to reassure himself. He was right though because soon after Dumbledore's phoenix flew to the rescue with a…hat? His spirits were lifted when Harry pulled a familiar sword out of it.
'At least the old hat has a famous sword in it" Al thought, trying to be optimistic. His tears returned as his father stabbed the giant snake and fell to the ground, venom traveling through his body. All the possible antidotes ran through his head. Sadly it was singular, but ironically, the cure was in the room with them that very moment. Albus made his plea vocal even though they couldn't hear him.
"Fawkes! Please Fawkes! HELP HIM!" he sobbed, knowing that the tears of the bird would save Harry.
Little tremors were traveling through his whole body. He looked up and saw the beautiful bird on his dad's shoulder, silently crying on his wound. Al gasped in relieve and buried his head in his hands, trying to calm the throbbing headache he was getting after so much adrenaline pumped through him.
He then saw his father grab a Basilisk fang and stab the little leather book, the cause of all these problems. Ink pored everywhere and the body of Tom Riddle disappeared. Albus saw Ginny awake and cry, explain that she was the one who opened the chamber. Al had no time to react though because he was suddenly falling into a different memory.