~Chapter 2: The Opening~
After several hours of debating Harry decided to read the journal, after all, there was only one way to figure out who the book belonged to. If it had belonged to his father or even Sirius he would only gain insight into who they were. Even after all these years Harry still longed to know his father, and what better way than to get into his mind and read his thoughts. Harry held the journal tightly within his grasp. He took a deep breath, he was ready.
As Harry lifted the cover he heard a soft voice faintly as if far off in the distance. To his surprise the voice was feminine and soothing, one he had heard before, his mother's. "This diary belongs to Lily Evans; this is no ordinary journal." Without warning there was a blinding light that beamed from the silvery pages of the journal. Harry felt as though a force surrounded him and pushed him from every direction, his world went dark. Harry seemed to leave his body behind and before he could question what was happening he lost consciousness.
When Harry came to the first thing he recognized was his mother's voice. He seemed to be between worlds because as he looked around there was nothing but space. As his mother's voice was heard her words seemed to hit him and fill him with a warmth that could not be described.
My name is Lily Evans; this is no ordinary journal. It was a gift made by a dear friend. It hold my memories and helps me preserve the truth of my life as I see it through the power of magic. This is a one of a kind Pensive. Although it may not be fairy tale perfect this is my story. Enter with an open mind and open heart.