A/N: My goodness it's been two years! I am so so sorry that it has taken me this long to write another chapter. I will do better I promise. Hope you are still reading this! Enjoy!

Recap: When midnight arrived, Draco, Pansy, and Blaise made their way to the seventh floor corridor. Upon opening the door, they saw a room done in calm blues. There were two sofas facing each other. On one sat the Golden Trio. The others quickly joined them and settled down on the other couch. Draco's eyes immediately went to Harry. He noticed the boy seemed tired. Hermione cleared her throat to gain everyone's attention.

"We asked you guys to come here today so that Harry could answer your questions and explain exactly what happened, so that you all would understand his recent behavior," Hermione started, "Harry? Start when you feel ready."

Harry took a deep breath and locked eyes with Draco. "Remember that night when you first found me playing the piano? I told you that I wanted my 'happily-ever-after,' and later told you about a friend of mine that had died in the war. Well, I slightly lied to you. She wasn't just my friend. Violet was my world. She was my girlfriend, and I killed her."

Chapter Five: Memories

The three Slytherins froze in shock at Harry's words. Hesitantly, Draco broke the silence.

"What do you mean killed her, Harry?"

"I mean, I killed her. If it weren't for me she wouldn't be dead."

"Harry, that's not true! And she wouldn't blame you," Hermione interrupted, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"It is true! If she hadn't been coming to see me that day...I knew it was too dangerous for us to be together, but I didn't care. I figured this whole thing would turn out like some fairytale. The ones where the hero defeats the evil and lives happily ever after with his princess. And because of that I was stupid and didn't take precautions. Her death was my fault. I failed her." Harry stopped as his voice cracked. Looking at the Slytherins, he sighed and stood. The Room, sensing his need, turned the couches so that they faced the back wall where a movie screen appeared.

"I think to truly understand you have to see everything. And it's easier than having to talk about it too," Harry said, turning towards the Pensieve that appeared next to him. He extracted the necessary memories before tapping the Pensieve to start the viewing. He sank back onto the sofa next to Hermione, smiling slightly when she squeezed his hand as the memories started to play.

August 6, 1985

A little boy with messy black hair sat under a large oak tree in the park crying softly. His over sized t-shirt was dirty and torn in some places from where his older cousin had thought it fun to grab him and throw him to the ground. All the little boy had wanted was to know if he could play. A quick slap across the face and a push to the ground had answered the question. The raven haired boy had retreated to the safety of the oak tree on the edge of the park. He had been sitting there for about twenty minutes when he heard the soft pattering of feet approaching him. He quickly looked up, wide green eyes locking on the figure of a girl in front of him. Scrubbing the tears from his cheeks, he quickly stood. The little girl was wearing light purple overalls over a white shirt with flowers on the sleeves and white tennis shoes. Her hair was pulled into two black pigtails and her big brown eyes met his with curiosity. Her brown skin seemed to glow in the sunlight as she stepped closer. She reached out a hand towards the little boys face, and he instantly flinched backwards.

"Hold still," she commanded. He froze, watching as her hand drew closer and gently touched his bruised cheek. A cross expression settled on her face. She took his hand and led him towards the water fountain. She pulled out a handkerchief from her little pocket and started washing his face. He stood and stared in awe as she carefully washed the dirt and tears from his face. When she was finished, she handed him the handkerchief and told him to keep it. He nodded and shoved it into his pocket. When she turned to go, he panicked and cried out.

"Wait! When will I see you again?"

"I'll be back tomorrow. Can you come then?" He nodded enthusiastically.

"My-my name is Harry. What's yours?"At this, she smiled, and Harry felt his little heart clench at its beauty.

"Violet. My name is Violet. See you tomorrow, Harry!" She waved and ran off. Harry watched her until she disappeared before skipping all the way home.

The memory faded, and the screen turned black.

"That was the first time we met. We played in the park every day until I went to Hogwarts. It was so hard leaving her, but we wrote all the time, so things were easier," Harry whispered in the silence that followed the memory.

"I thought you said that she was a witch. Did she not come to Hogwarts?" Draco asked.

"Violet was a very special case as I soon learned. Due to special circumstances, Violet's brain developed faster than normal so she was able to start school sooner. Dumbledore, who adopted her, had her homeschooled near me in Surrey. I think he wanted us to become friends." Harry smiled wistfully. He turned back to the Pensieve and tapped it again.

"This next one is the summer after my first year at Hogwarts. I think things had started to change for us, mostly because of puberty I guess, but I had changed after the events and learning exactly who I was in the Wizarding World. I was a little angry that she had known the whole time." Silence descended once more as the next memory started on the screen.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! Sorry that it's so short but that's where I wanted to end it. I want to get your feedback on the memories. The next chapter is mostly gonna be a series of memories since I figured that would be the easiest way to show their relationship. Please review!