The Memory he Forgot
"Yes sir?" Said Malfoy entering the room, his worn out face dim and hollow and his blonde hair limp.
"Ah Malfoy," said Voldemort, Draco walked in front of his chair, bowing his head,
"Peter said you wished to see me?" He said, his eyes worn of their spark,
"Yes Draco, sit," Voldemort said pointing to the small chair facing him. Malfoy sat slowly, unsure,
"I believe you have been told about the attack on Hogwarts," said Voldemort viciously,
"I have," replied Malfoy,
"And… what did you think?" Malfoy's mind worked rapidly, he knew the plan sucked but did he tell him that? As if he did, he may be killed, but if he said he thought the plan was brilliant Voldemort may disagree and kill him.
"Be honest Draco," said Voldemort,
"A-alright…" he said looking at his hand, "well… I thought it was a poor attempt to get Hogwarts, you should've sent more..." he said before he could stop himself, he stopped, looking up at Voldemort, his eyes dark. Suddenly a smirk came across Voldemort's face; it looked so odd that Malfoy just stared for a few seconds before looking past him.
"Exactly," said Voldemort.
"Go!" Said Hermione shoving him in the back towards McGonagall,
"I want to talk to Dumbledore not McGonagall!" He whispered,
"You want to talk to Dumbledore about Horncruxes and McGonagall about Silimon! Go!" She repeated, shoving him in the back again, the others filed out of class. Harry walked up to her,
"Uh, Professor?" He asked,
"Yes Potter?" She asked packing her books into her bag,
"You know Professor Silimon?"
"Of course I do Potter, I did hire her did I not?"
"Er… yeah," he said, "Well… she is completely mental,"
"I am aware of her condition, but until we hire a replacement we have no other choice!" She said glancing at him, there was a pause, "was there anything else you wished to ask?" She said,
"Yeah… could I talk to Dumbledore?" McGonagall sighed,
"Yes I suppose so, you will need to talk to him alone I gather?" Harry nodded,
"Very well, I will give you an hour! No more!" She said sitting down and pulling out unmarked paper,
"Thankyou Professor," he said, walking swiftly to the door.
Harry stood outside the office door, unsure whether or not he should knock for a portrait. He sighed, pushing open the doors,
"Hello Professor," said Harry to Dumbledore, who peered out of his frame at him,
"Hello Harry, I was hoping you would come soon, we have much to discuss," Harry sat on the seat by the table, "so have you found any Horcruxes?" He asked, jumping straight to the point,
"I have, one was on the hillside… the one Tom's father lived in, because killing his father would have made a dramatic impact on his life," he said, "and there was one in the Chamber of secrets… where the Basilisk came out,"
"And how many places have you searched?" Asked Dumbledore,
"Ah… only those two," he said,
"And… your guesses were correct?"
"Yes I got the cup and Gryffindor's broach," he said,
"Harry you must realise how lucky you were to figure it out,"
"Yeah… that's what everyone says," he said scratching the back of his head,
"Well you must realise, that this will not continue to happen, do you know where you may look next?" Dumbledore questioned, Harry frowned; he had given it a lot of thought actually. But he wasn't sure if his idea was possible,
"I thought the orphanage," he said, "but… I am not sure if he would put one there because he hated it," Dumbledore nodded,
"That would be an idea," he said, "Harry, can you please open the bottom right draw over there?" He said pointing out of his frame, Harry frowned,
"Sure," he said, getting up and opening the lacquered wood draw, there were many empty vials in it; Harry looked back up at Dumbledore,
"What… am I looking for?" He asked,
"A memory, a memory you have seen once, but have never had a chance to see again, I was going to show you it after we found the…. Well fake Horcrux," he said with an attempt at a smile, "it is just at the back," he said, pointing out of his frame again, Harry reached into the back of the drawer and extracted a small flask filled with floating white mist,
"Whose memory is it?" Asked Harry, holding the flask at eyelevel,
"Actually… it's yours," said Dumbledore,
"….mine?" Harry said, "what memory?"
"The night your parents died, I extracted the memory of them dying from you. You were not going to be able to handle it, being so young," Harry turned to him,
"You have my memory, and you never showed it to me!" He said getting angry,
"Please Harry, put it in the Pensieve," said Dumbledore, not wanting a fight, Harry obliged; pouring it in he stared into the basin, thoughts swimming within,
"Are you ready to find out exactly what happened the night your parents died?" Questioned Dumbledore,
"Yes, and have been for quite some time," he muttered, Dumbledore pointed to the basin, Harry put his head in, feeling his feet leave the floor, and then touch down.
Harry's mother and father stood by Harry, Lily walked over to the window,
"Are you sure you can trust Peter?" She asked looking back at him with green eyes, Harry's eyes,
"Well… I prefer Sirius, but Peter has been my friend for years, I trust him also," said James, Harry shook with anger, his father trusted Wormtail.
"Ok, as long as you are sure," she said with a smile, shutting the curtains. She sighed pushing back her long hair; she smiled at baby Harry and walked over to him. Harry reached up, his little fingers grasping the air in front of him. Lily picked him up and gave him a kiss on the forehead.
"He is going to be a wonderful wizard," she said with a smile touching the tip of his nose,
"He is," said James, "with my smartness and expert skills," he joked, Lily smirked. Harry felt pricks of tears in his eyes,
"No I am just kidding, probably only the brains from me,"
"Oh haha!" She said, "who was in Gryffindor? You may be courageous but the brain is me!" She said,
"Yes, yes dear, but he'd probably get good flying ability from me though," he laughed,
"Well he wouldn't get it from me, that I am certain of," she smiled,
"Too right," said James, Lily hit him playfully. James kissed her, baby Harry held onto the shoulder of James top. Harry's father smiled, taking Harry from Lily's arms; suddenly a frown came across his fathers face, his eyes darted to the window,
"James, wh-," James held up a hand to silence her, he placed Harry back in Lily's hands and walked over to the door,
"No!" Said Harry, still watching from the sidelines a tear falling from his face. James pulled out his wand, holding it like a sword, another sound, like a person walking across pavement slowly.
"Lily, go! Take Harry!" James shouted,
"What? No! I'm not leaving you!" Said Lily back,
"Save Harry!" Said James louder, Lily looked at the door, James peered out the window,
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off –," Lily ran from the room, Harry had to follow her; he knew he had to, it was his memory.
He heard the door open, Voldemort cackled hysterically. Lily ran to the closet in the room, hiding herself amongst the clothes, there was no other way out. Harry looked at the door, where they had just left; he knew what was coming,
"Avada Kedavra!" He heard the voice of Voldemort yell, there was a flash of green light, there was a thump in the other room, his father was dead, he was sure of it. Harry heard Lily whimper from inside the closet. There were slow footsteps, Lily mutter a spell under her breath to lock the door.
Voldemort came at the entrance of the door; he laughed again, his face covered by a black hood,
"Silly girl," rasped his voice from beneath the cloak,
"Why cover your face," Harry muttered, "you bastard," another tear falling to the floor. Voldemort held out his wand, swishing is to one side, the door opened.
"Silly girl, you can run but you can't hide, come out, and fight like your husband did. You will die, as will your boy, but at least you can die with dignity," he said, Lily came out of the closet, leaving Harry in there. Her eyes were wet with tears, but she stood an faced him, her wand shaking,
"There we go," said Voldemort raising his wand, "now step away from the closet," he said menacingly, Lily glanced at it,
"Not Harry! Not Harry! Please – I'll do anything –," she pleaded,
"Stand aside – stand aside, girl –,"
"No! Take me! Please, don't hurt him! You can have me! Just don't hurt him! Please!" She begged tears falling freely,
"Aside!" He said annoyed,
"NEVER!" Yelled Lily, standing directly in front of the closet,
"Imperio!" Said Voldemort, Harry could tell there was a fight going on in Lily's mind, she shut her eyes tightly,
"Do it!" Said Voldemort,
"I WON'T!" She screamed; Harry inside the closet started crying his wails heard across the room. Lily turned to the closet, desperately wanting to go in and fetch her crying baby.
"Get him," said Voldemort, Lily picked up Harry, shielding him with her arms. Kissing him on the forehead again, where his lightning bolt scar was going to be;
"Shh," she whispered, Harry seised crying, his wide eyes brimmed with tears,
"Avada Kedavra!" Yelled Voldemort, Lily turned, her back facing Voldemort just in time. It hit her square in the back,
"NO!" Screamed Harry, as his mother fell to the floor, baby Harry still in her arms. Voldemort laughed again, Harry wiped away his tears as Voldemort approached the baby version of him. Baby Harry looked up at Voldemort, a tear falling from his cheeks again,
"Now," he said, raising his wand again, "no-one can live while the other survives!" He yelled,
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Baby Harry looked down, there was a flash of green light, before a flash of white light, and Voldemort yelled, falling to his knees, he was horribly weakened, he fled from the house.
Harry glanced back at the younger him and there was a lightning bolt scar on Harry's forehead. The building began to collapse rubble and bricks fell everywhere, baby Harry began to howl again.
The house was in a mess within the matter of a minute; Harry was still screaming, sitting against the wall, the little red lightning bolt scar clearer than ever and dust covering his face.
Harry stood astonished looking at the baby version of himself, sitting by the wall, not moving, his mother laying not even more than a metre away. Harry touched his own scar; his hate for Voldemort had reached its peak. There were more footsteps outside and the door opened,
"Blimey," he heard the voice of Hagrid say, walking through the room, he heard the footsteps stop, and he knew Hagrid had found the body of his father.
"James?" Questioned Hagrid his voice quavering, he walked through to the room Harry was in now, probably hearing the baby crying. He looked at Harry with his beetle-black eyes, and walked over to him, a tear running down his beard.
"'ey there Harry," said Hagrid, picking up the crying baby, "shhhh," said Hagrid rocking him in his large arms, there was the sound of a motorbike outside, Hagrid raised his shaggy head,
"Sirius," said Harry softly, Hagrid walked from the house from the noise, Harry followed.Going outside into the warm air, the street showed no sign of knowing what had happened. Sirius jumped off his motorbike, running to the broken down house, he stopped, hyperventilating,
"It's my entire fault!" He said crying, "my fault," he said collapsing on the floor, not even noticing Hagrid, who was walking over to him. Hagrid held out a hand, Harry in his other arm. Sirius looked up,
"A-are they dead?" He asked, tears steaming down his face and onto the pavement. Hagrid nodded slowly, Sirius wept, his face so sad, he was breaking down.
"There, there," said Hagrid, tears still falling from his eyes, he lifted Sirius up onto his feet. Sirius looked at Harry,
"There is still one Potter alive," said Hagrid clearing his throat and trying not to start crying again. Sirius pushed away Harry's hair to reveal his scar; Hagrid looked down on it,
"Only a bad curse could do that, only a really bad curse," said Sirius, "one like… the killing curse," he said sniffing,
"… bu' no one has survived it…" said Hagrid,
"I… I think Harry has," said Sirius, smiling, his young face handsome, but he was white and shaking. "Hagrid, let me take him," he said touching Harry's cheek, "I am his Godfather, give him to me, I will look after him," he said,
"Let him have me," said Harry, "let Sirius take me, I would be happier," he argued, even though they couldn't hear him.
"I am sorry Black, bu' I am under strict orders from Dumbledore,"
"Please! Hagrid, let me take him! I will give him a home!" Said Sirius,
"I am really sorry, bu' Dumbledore's orders are Dumbledore's orders, and I will not betray 'is trust," Sirius looked as if he would argue again, but he closed his mouth and nodded.
"Take my motorbike if you would like, I won't need it anymore," said Sirius sadly, looking at the broken down house, he kissed Harry on the forehead,
"That is very nice of ye' Sirius," said Hagrid, Harry starting to get sleepy in his arms. He walked over to the motorbike and Sirius walked over to the house. Harry felt his feet leave the room, then land on the ground of McGonagall's office. Harry was still crying, tears falling from his eyes. They never stopped.
"Harry, that night… was awful… a horrible night, yet glorious for Voldemort's downfall,"
"My mother begged," said Harry looking up at Dumbledore, "and Voldemort laughed," he said now shaking with anger,
"Voldemort is not kind spirited Harry; do you know why I showed you that memory?" He queried, Harry shook his head, not really paying attention,
"Because I needed to show you, that Voldemort shows no mercy, not for anyone if he believes it will help with his existence. You must realise this when fighting Voldemort, he is very smart, but show no mercy, you must play at his game," Harry nodded wiping his eyes on his sleeve,
"But I am afraid, that memory has taken all of our time together," said Dumbledore, "you have to come back soon, we need to discuss your options," Harry nodded again, wanting to get out of the office.
"Thankyou sir," he said, his voice quavering, he left.
I cried writing this chapter! It's so horrible! Please Read and Review while I go and get a tissue
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