A/N: Hello my readers! A new chapter is up! Some chapters may be 1k, and others 10k. I have a guideline set for the main events in each chapter, and after each one is fulfilled the chapter is over. I, of course, try and add in as many smaller details without going overboard, but.
A/N 2: During flashbacks throughout the story, the spacing will be different, because it takes on a different writing flow.
Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing, and never will; own anything.
It was Wednesday. Remus had sent back a reply monday night, and Harry was in the headmaster's office arguing with Dumbledore.
Harry looked up at Albus. "Are you sure, I mean, are you really sure you want to wait to go after the horcruxes?"
Albus nodded at him. "I feel, that given the form that Tom is in right now, he might be able to feel them being destroyed." Albus paused.
"It is possible, albeit extremely painful, for one to regain a body, from a horcrux, the body he had when he made it."
Harry gave him a look. "If that's so, then why has he not done it yet?" Albus looked up at him from his notes.
"Making a horcrux, is extremely painful. Binding back with one, it says, is one-hundred times more painful. Tom feels his secret is safe, so he will not want to risk anything right now. He might be angry, lonely, abandoned. But that is the last last resort for him, I feel."
Harry nodded, "why don't we collect them yet then? We don't have to destroy them, just get them all in one place, and keep them there?"
Albus sighed. "From your memories, I had gathered that Ms. Weasley, had been possessed by the Diary. Correct?"
At Harry's tense nod, he continued.
"I want to keep the things, as far away from anyone. That way they are the safest. We both know that Tom is too arrogant to believe his toys are in danger, unless we wave it in front of his face. I believe we will be fine."
Harry nodded. He cast a tempus, "I will follow your advice Albus. Nev and myself agreed to meet Remus at noon. I should head back now, give myself time to freshen up."
Albus nodded, "I wish you luck in your meeting. When I hear word of Sirius's trial, I shall let you know."
Harry nodded and walked toward the fireplace. He threw some floo-powder in. "Potter Manor," and he was gone.
Harry stumbled out of the fireplace, tripping and rolling onto his side. Cursing the floo network, he stood up.
"Smooth, yet obscenely well done. I could not have done it better myself." Neville commented, sitting in a plush chair by the fire.
"Sod off."
"Tut, tut. Such rude manners. I would expect better from the heir to the Most Noble and Ancient House of Potter."
Harry glared at him. "I am ever sorry, Heir Longbottom. I will exit the floo with as much grace as a doe, if it please you?"
Neville snickered. "Oh shut it. It's 11:50, I expect Remus will be here exactly at noon. Prestigious git."
Harry laughed some, "I'll get the tea started then. No, actually. Violet."
"Yes master Harry?" She asked, popping in.
"None of that master stuff please, just Harry." Harry said.
"Of course, Ma..Harry. What was you's needing?" she replied.
Harry looked upon her kindly. "In a few minutes we'll be expecting a guest. Can you have tea prepared for us?"
"Of course M..Harry. It will be ready when you need it." She exclaimed excitedly.
"Thank you." Harry said, and she popped away.
Harry sunk into the chair next to Neville's. "It's surreal. Just the fact that this is really happening."
Neville laughed. "Yeah it is, I'm still getting used to the fact that I'm 8, let alone, that the world is as it is."
Harry chuckled, sinking into the chair next to Neville. "Tell me about it." Harry sighed and steepled his fingers. "I wish Ginny was back too."
Neville threw him a look. "I do too. Give it some time Harry, there was an eight year difference between us arriving."
Harry huffed. "I don't want to wait eight more years!" He exclaimed. "I want to see her now."
A silence settled for a couple minutes. Neville cast tempus. "He'll be here in a minute."
Harry nodded, anxious about seeing Remus so soon.
A swirl appeared in the air in front of the fireplace. A second had passed, and Remus Lupin was standing in front of them looking around.
His eyes seemed to settle on Harry, and they grew wide. "Harry? I don't understand, how-" Remus was cut off as Harry jumped of the coach and gathered him in a hug.
Remus hugged back, shocked. "Wh-what's going on, I don't understand."
Harry pulled back, smiling at him. "You will soon Moony."
"I thought you were ignora… How do you know about Moony?" Remus asked gaping at Harry.
Harry winked at him. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." Harry stated with a flourish, and a pompous attitude.
Remus gaped at him. "I don't understand. Did Albus-"
Harry silenced him with a finger. "Dumbledore had nothing to do with it. Let's get you settled first, then we'll move on to more serious matters."
Remus nodded blankly at him and let Harry guide him away.
"Oi! Don't mind me! I'm just a part of the furniture." Neville paused and looked over himself. "I would make a dashing decoration."
Harry snorted. "Oh yes, this 'dashing decoration,' as he put it is Neville Longbottom, my godbrother."
Neville looked at him. "You were Frank and Alice's kid, right?"
Neville nodded proudly. "Yup!"
Remus nodded at him and turned back to Harry. "Harry shouldn't we be going left, the sitting room is that way."
Harry laughed, "the formal one is, yes. We're going to a rather special one." Harry laughed at the shocked look upon Remus's face.
"But-"
"Later." Harry soothed. "For now let's meet some old friends." They continued walking toward the room, and Harry glanced over at Remus. He saw the man had tears in his eyes.
They got to the wall, and Harry recited the password. The wall opened up to reveal the room with a fire already lit, and tea was on the table.
Before they could get into the room the paintings started cheering. "Moony!" "-I'm right here!" Harry snorted a laugh.
Remus was gaping at the four paintings. Then a flash of gold crossed his eyes and he drew his wand and pointed it at Sirius's painting.
"You!" Remus hissed.
"I." Sirius said back.
Harry groaned. "Stand down Remus. It wasn't him."
"Of course it wasn't him." Remus snapped. "It's a painting. But it still has the filthy image on it."
Sirius cried out in indignation.
Harry sighed and put a hand on Remus's arm. "It wasn't him Remus."
Remus turned toward Harry and growled. "Yes it was! He was their secret keeper."
A quiet voice spoke up. "It was I, Remus."
Remus turned toward Peter's voice. "W-what? But, Sirius was the secret keeper."
Peter sadly shook his head. "It was a ruse. Sirius seemed too obvious, so he was a decoy."
Remus paused. Then raised his wand again. "How would you know? You're a painting!"
This time Sirius spoke up. "Remus le-"
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU TOOK FROM ME?! THE PAIN YOU CAUSED?! HOW COULD YOU, HOW COULD YOU TELL SUCH LIES." Remus howled, pain shining through like A sliver of light in a dark room.
"Remus, please!" Harry pleaded. "Let us explain."
Remus looked up at him, tears shining down his face. "You don't understand Harry, you wouldn-couldn't. You just couldn't." Remus said falling down to his knees crying.
Harry slowly lowered to his knees and grabbed the broken man by the shoulders.
"Trust me Remus. It will all be explained. I was going to wait to tell you, but now seems a good enough time, seeing as the jovial spirit is ruined. You must promise me Remus, swear an oath of silence-"
"Harry?" The man asked shocked.
"Let me finish. You must swear an Oath of silence that even after you learn what you learn, and if you decide you want out, you will not utter a word of this to anyone we don't specify."
Remus looked at him confused, the breakdown from a few minutes ago still evident in his eyes. "I'd never leave you Harry. What do you need to show me."
Harry sighed. "This will not be easy. It will push the boundaries of what you know to be possible. Are you still sure you want to do this?"
Remus stood up again, and nodded. "Whatever it is, I can handle it."
Harry nodded and offered him his hand. He saw Neville summoning the pensieve.
Remus looked in awe at first the pensieve then Neville's wand. "what?"
Harry laughed at the look on his face. "This will explain it all."
Remus nodded and together, all three of them dived into the pensieve.
Memories shot by fast but slow enough to comprehend. First there was Harry's life with his relatives then it moved on to him getting his Hogwarts letter by Hagrid.
"I don't understand. In that you are elleven. You're eight now!"
Harry sighed and looked at Remus, pausing the pensieve which was on the Hogwarts express. "No more questions until the end. "I'm sorry Remus, but it get's a lot worse, just watch."
And so they did. They saw Harry meeting Ron, the battle with the troll, suspecting Snivellus. Fighting with Neville at which said person scoffed and rubbed the back of his neck. It moved on to the skirmish with Quirrell, then the first petrification, Harry hearing voices, Lockhart's multiple blunders. The message on the wall and finally the Chamber of Secrets incident.
They moved on to Harry blowing up Marge, learning of Sirius's escape, and meeting the Dementors and Remus. At this point, Remus paused it.
"Are you showing me, the future?" Remus asked with an absurd look on his face.
Neville grinned at him. "Sounds crazy doesn't it."
Remus laughed, "If I was not seeing this, I'd have taken you to St. Mungo's.
"You're taking this well. Harry said, resuming the memories.
It showed the patronus lessons with Remus, then meeting the marauders, finding out the truth, time traveling back and freeing Sirius/ Buckbeak.
Remus paused it now and sunk down. His hands on his head. "He's in prison." he stated sadly. "for a crime HE DIDN'T DO!" Remus finished looking livid, and not for the first time Harry feared the man.
"We know, Albus got him a trial, now we're just waiting for a date." Harry exclaimed.
Remus sighed relieved. "I can't believe I doubted, just, resume." He said with a tired wave.
And so they did. It showed the world cup, then the triwizard tournament. The first task and the Yule ball. Then the second task, the encounter with Mr. Crouch, the third task, Cedric's death and Voldemort's return.
Remus groaned and put his head in his hands again.
It sped up to show the Dementor attack, Some of Umbridge's tyranny, the DA, Dumbledore's escape, Minnie's and Hagrid's fall, The Weasley Twin's departure, the events which led up to the DoM battle, and it slowed down, showing the battle in it's fullest.
Harry had to painfully watch as Hermione was attacked, Neville was rendered useless, Ginny was stunned, Luna was stunned, Ron was attacked by the brain, Neville was put under the torture curse, and finally. The battle between the two estranged cousins. Time slowed even more as Sirius took the curse and fell backwards, gone, from that world.
Remus sank back to the ground again. Staring at the paused picture of Sirius half in the veil and half out. Surprise etched on his once handsome face.
Remus shakily stood up and resumed it.
It showed Harry casting the torture curse on Bellatrix, the duel between Dumbledore and Voldemort, the ministry finding out that Voldemort is back, then it went onto sixth year.
It started with Dumbledore's venture to private drive, getting Slughorn, watching memories of Tom Riddle's past. the fake memory, casting Snivellus's curse on Malfoy, Seeing the fake locket Dumbledore had gotten over the summer, getting the real memory, going to the gaunt shack to get the ring, stopping Dumbledore from putting it on.
It showed them returning to the castle. Seeing the dark mark. Harry and Dumbledore making a hasty plan. Harry hiding under the cloak. Draco disarming Dumbledore, Harry disarming Draco, giving Dumbledore back his wand, making quick work of the death eaters that came up. Going down into the corridor and helping clean up.
It moved on to seventh year, Dumbledore showing Harry the real locket he found in Sirius's old house. Harry coercing the Diadem's location from the Grey Lady, and finally the Gringotts break in. It skipped the breakin and went into the aftermath. Kingsley's body turning up outside Hogwarts, Dumbledore's brother's body was mutilated.
A couple other members were murdered that Harry did not know well such as Emmeline Vance. It showed the final tension when the burrow was attacked. The Weasley parents were killed, George lost an ear, and Charlie was his with a dark cutting curse that took off the bottom half of his body, but kept him alive.
A trap was set up, and the final battle took place. Everyone had orders to use any non-lethal means necessary to take out opponents. People of their caliber should have to bunk with dementor's for the rest of their life. The final battle was going smooth, the small amount of people Voldemort had with him were taken out in a matter of minutes with no casualties. Dumbledore and Voldemort were dueling. Everyone was watching, surrounding them. Harry joined the fight, and in Voldemort's clumsiness, he focused too much on killing him he left himself open for Dumbledore's attack.
Voldemort fell to his knees screaming in pain, as electricity flew through him at fast blinding speed. "Do it Harry. Nagani is dead." Dumbledore advised.
Voldemort screamed in fury. "Listen to him Harry! Kill me. In cold blood."
Harry walked up to Voldemort who was still twitching from the electricity. "Avada Kedavra." He said, and nothing happened.
Voldemort started laughing. "I took your parents! I took your godfather, and you still can't kill me."
Harry was filled with cold fury. "Avada Kedavra!" He roared. A tiny green light flew out of his wand and died before it was even halfway there.
Voldemort was laughing coldly. He addressed the room at large. "I have taken everything from him! And he still cannot do it! Observe how weak your savior is!"
Harry howled in pain and pointed his wand at Voldemort's throat. "Diffindo!" He yelled.
A large cut appeared across his throat. Voldemort began grabbing at his throat looking at Harry with hate and disbelief.
His body blew up in a red mist settled around it. Everyone cheered, accept Dumbledore who looked troubled, and Harry who was panting in pain.
The scene dissolved again. But Harry held up his hand to pause it. "Neville. I can't." Harry said hoarsely.
Neville nodded at him understanding. "I understand Harry, I'll stay with him."
Remus looked at him confused until Neville said quietly. "You're not going to like what you're about to see.
Harry popped back out and sank into the couch. He grabbed a sandwich off the tray and started snacking on it, absentmindedly.
He picked up the pensieve and told the four portraits. "We're going to be in the sitting room, go to your other portraits. They all nodded and walked out.
Harry sighed and walked down the hall and turned into the sitting room. Smiling at his parent's portrait and sinking into the chair.
Harry looked at the pensive and sighed, knowing he was in for a painful wait.
A/N: Hello people, sorry it took so long to get up. I started work and I have been very busy!
I will try and get the next update up with swiftness, and remember! The poll is still up! Till next time -Gray.