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"Okay, I do trust Dumbledore, but part of me still doesn't believe all of this." Harry said skeptically. "You would think that someone would have told me all of this sometime in the past six years."

"Fine then. How about I show you?" Barty said, his left eyebrow rising in challenge.

"What do you mean?" Harry was almost scared when he said that.

"If you don't believe me then perhaps you will believe my memories."

"Come in!" Dumbledore called to the people on the other side of his office door.

The door creaked as it swung slowly open to reveal Barty Crouch Jr and Harry Potter waiting on the other side. They both entered and took a seat when Dumbledore gestured for them to do so.

"So, what can I do for you today my boys?" Dumbledore asked, that knowing twinkle gleaming brightly in his blue eyes, it was as if he already knew what they were going to say.

"We need to borrow your pensieve Albus." Barty said simply.

"Well, my boy, it's in the cupboard over there." He replied, gesturing to where the cupboard was situated in the corner of his office.

"Do you have James' memory of that Quidditch match in our third year ?" Barty asked, knowing that Dumbledore would understand what match he was talking about.

"I think so," He replied, getting up and walking over to the shelves where he stored all of the memories that could be useful, "Aha! Here it is!" He cried, holding up a slim vial with cloudy, swirling memories inside of it.

"Good. Well Harry, the truth is in that bottle. That is, if you want to watch it." Barty said, taking the vial from Albus and handing it to the raven haired boy.

"I- Yes, yeah I do." Harry stuttered, reaching out for the vial.

"Well then here you go." Barty picked up the pensieve and, tossing it like you would toss a frisbee into the air, it floated over to Harry, stopping right in front of him.

Harry poured the memory inside the saucer before dunking his head into the swirling liquid and falling down into his father's memories.

October 15, 1973

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was shrouded in clouds that looked as if they would open at any moment and bring a hurricane down on the school. James Potter and his fellow Gryffindor team mates walked towards the Quidditch pitch. The whole team was riled up and ready to go. No one cared about the rain, they were all too excited about wiping the floor with Slytherin.

James had been looking forward to this match for months. Finally, he could get back at that backstabbing snake! After all that James had told him, Barty had went and kissed Lily! James could not believe that one of his supposed best friends had gone behind his back to kiss the girl that he loved. Today, however, Barty was going to see why James was the greatest seeker that Hogwarts had ever seen, he was going to wipe the field with that slimy snake!

Mounting his broom with the rest of his team, he waited for Professor Dumbledore to start the match. He looked over the beaters that were in front of him to see Barty Crouch Jr. sitting on his broom behind the Slytherin beaters. He looked to Barty's left and saw Lyla Tryc, Barty's new girlfriend. ' He is such a player ' James thought, ' First he steals my Lily away from me and now he goes on to this other slut?! Oh, he will pay for this. He. Will. Pay. '

The whistle blew, signifying the start of the Gryffindor/Slytherin match and all of the players shot up into the air. James rose above the rest of the players and desperately searched the skies for the elusive golden snitch whilst still keeping an eye on that traitorous bastard opposite him.

Catching a glimpse of gold out of the corner of his eye, James flew towards it before realising that it was not the snitch, it was some idiot Ravenclaw's golden binoculars glinting in the sun. Grumbling, James returned to his previous space above the game and resumed his search. A few minutes had passed, Gryffindor were down twelve points and James hadn't seen the snitch anywhere, except for that time when he had been fooled by those binoculars. He was starting to get aggravated.

"James." He heard someone say from beside him. When he looked over he couldn't believe his eyes. That bastard, Barty, was trying to talk to him. James couldn't help the angry look that crossed his face as he stared at the boy.

"What the hell do you want you snake?" James replied, his voice dripping with acid.

"I want to apologize James, I am so sorry fo-"

"Don't bother, it won't change anything." James said as he started to fly off, but was forced to stop when the snitch suddenly appeared in front of his face like it had been there the whole time. However, as soon as it had appeared it was gone, so James chased after it Barty on his tail.

James flew as fast as he could after the slippy golden ball. He could not - would not let the snake catch the snitch. As James was putting so much concentration into willing his broom to fly faster, whilst steering it in the direction that the snitch was flying, he did not see the bludger that was hurtling towards him until the very last second and then suddenly all he could see was the ground that was steadily getting closer to him. Then there was just darkness

Back in Dumbledore's office

Harry took a deep breath as he pulled his head out of the pensieve. It had been strange seeing his father younger than he himself was now. It felt almost surreal.

"Are you alright Harry?" Dumbledore asked, a concerned look upon his face.

Harry simply nodded, moving to a chair to sit down.

Dumbledore walked over to a painting on the wall. "Fileus, please tell the house elves to make a pot of tea and some sandwiches and bring them to my office at once." The man in the painting was gone by the time the headmaster had turned back around.

"You kissed my mother?" Harry asked, a look of anger on his face.

"Yes, I did." The man replied simply.

"And this is the memory you picked to show me to make me trust you?" Harry all but yelled.

"You have only seen half of the memory my dear boy." Dumbledore reminded him.

"What do you mean?" Harry looked confused now.

Dumbledore opened his mouth to answer, but just then the sound of an apparition echoed through the office. A house elf stood at the edge of the room with a large tray on his hand. On the tray was a pot of tea which was steaming from the spout and a pile of assorted sandwiches which Harry could smell from the other side of the room. His stomach soon growled in response.

"Sir, what did you mean?" Harry repeated.

"Ah yes. Well, obviously, that was only your Father's half of the memory and he blacked out at the end of it, so he did not know what happened between him falling off of the broom and waking up in the Hospital Wing." Dumbledore revealed.

"So what happened next?" Harry asked impatiently.

"That is where I come in." Barty said with a small smile. Bringing his wand to his temple, a memory soon was at the end of his wand. He handed the wand off to Harry to put in the pensieve.

Harry flicked the memory into the saucer before handing it back and once again dunking his head in the liquid.

October 15, 1973

Seeing the snitch, Barty raced after it, but he had reacted a few seconds later than James, as always, and was therefore behind him when the bludger hit. It smashed into James' side with an extremely loud and echoing crack, consequently, shoving him off of the broom. Barty debated for a second whether he should go after the snitch or catch James. After a moment of indecision, he raced after the falling boy.

Reaching out an arm, Barty snagged him from the air, grunting at the weight of the Gryffindor. The broom faltered under him for a moment, but it was enough to make Barty lose grip of it and this time both of them were falling. Luckily, this time they were only about six feet above the ground, so the impact was not hard enough to cause any more serious injuries, but Barty felt the bones in his arms crack as James landed on it. He could feel his eyes slowly closing as he heard the whistle blow and yelling all around him. Then all that was left was the darkness.

Back in Dumbledore's office

Harry lifted his head from the saucer once more not exactly sure how to react to what he had just seen.

"Take your time Harry." Barty said touching his shoulder lightly.

"So...so, you saved my Dad from falling...instead of catching the snitch?" Harry stumbled.

"Yes, I did. For a moment I really had to think about it, but that indecision didn't last for long. James was worth more to me then that stupid game after all." Barty closed his eyes for a moment, memories flooding through his mind.

"But then why did you kiss my mum in the first place when you knew that he had loved her since his first year?" Harry asked.

"I didn't. That's the worst part of the whole situation. It had been that asshole Snape. He drunk polyjuice and impersonated me. When I confronted him about it he just said 'That's what you get you traitor'."

"Snape? Snape was the cause of all of that? And what did he mean traitor?" Harry spluttered, "I mean, I know he hated my father, but what was his reason for framing you?"

"Snape hated James and so, therefore, since I was a Slytherin, he thought I was a traitor." Barty said the words simply.

"How dare he?! He had no right to-"

"Harry, what he did, he honestly thought that he was doing it in my best interest. He and I have made amends and we are fine now." Barty interrupted.

"I just don't understand how he could think that breaking up your friendship would be in your best interest, it astounds me that he could think that." Harry stated, shaking his head in absolute disbelief.

"Severus isn't a bad person Harry, he cared for me as well as the rest of the Slytherins. James and Snape hated each other. James was a good man, but he wasn't too kind to Severus. So, in his mind, James was the enemy and he was just trying to save me from being hurt." Barty explained.

"I...I think I understand." Harry once again thought over what he had seen in both Barty's and his Dad's memories. "So, after you saved Dad, you sorted things out and became friends? But, how did you become a Marauder? I know for a fact that they didn't really become Marauders until their fourth year and being Animagi was one of their biggest secret next to Remus' furry little problem." Harry asked when he was ready for the next part of Barty's story.

"That part, my boy, is in my memories, not Barty's or your fathers." Dumbledore explained.

"But Sir, why is it in your memories and not in Barty's who lived through it?" Harry questioned.

Dumbledore smiled lightly before replying. "Because, the Marauders were my idea in the first place."

Harry had a completely stumped look on his face that he himself would have found hilarious if he could have seen it. Dumbledore, seeing the unbelieving look, extracted the aforementioned memory from his mind and dropped it in the saucer. He gestured for Harry to venture back into the pensieve.

Harry took a deep breath before dunking his head in the swirling cloudy liquid.

August 23, 1976

"Headmaster!" James exclaimed in surprise at opening the door to find Dumbledore on the other side of it.

"Hello, James." Dumbledore exclaimed, his eyes twinkling in their usual manner. "May I come in?"

"Of course, Headmaster," James said, shaking himself out of his surprise and stepping aside in order to let him in. "Excuse me for asking Sir, but why exactly are you here?" he asked, leading the Headmaster into the formal sitting room.

"Oh yes! This is not just a social call after all, I have actually come here to suggest that you and your friends create a...group of sorts." Dumbledore said, sitting down and helping himself to the tea that the house elf had set upon the table in front of them.

"A group, Sir?" James said in confusion, "I am unsure as to what you mean."

"Well, my boy, I think that it would help Remus a lot if he had companions on the night of a full moon. It would also ensure the safety of the other students in the school so that we can be absolutely sure that he does not escape."

"But...how would we be able to do that without getting hurt ourselves?"

"Why you would all become Animagi, of course! You, Sirius, Peter and Barty. It would also increase the closeness of your wonderful friendship." Dumbledore joyously exclaimed.

"We would all have to register with the ASA then, right?" James asked.

"You would if you want to, but you can just ignore that rule and keep it hidden." Dumbledore stated plainly.

"So, you really think that this would work out?" James said, his eyes filled with wonder.

"I do." Dumbledore smiled before sitting up and shaking James' hand before letting himself out.

End of memory