You knocked on Sirius' door, hearing a short 'Come in' before opening the door. His room was like the rest of the house, dark and slightly torn down, however the poster of muggle girls were new. You smiled, babes in bikini's, that's exactly what Sirius was like when he was younger. Azkaban has made him more mature, that's for sure. Sirius was on his bed, his eyes closed with his hand over his eyes.

"I'm so bored." He grumbled. "The Pensieve is over near the door." You smiled, looking down at the tightly wrapped package, picking it up and holding it to your chest. It was rather heavy.

"You don't like being forced inside, eh?" You laughed as he let out another childish groan.

"No, but I have to be, until my name is cleared." He smiled. "I can't wait for that day, the day the ministry realizes what bigheaded morons they are. And the day Snivellus can get off my case."

"Sirius Bernard Black, there's a reason he hates you." You scolded. "And this is it. Leave the poor guy alone. Now, I'm going to go check this out..." You managed to open the door with you foot, being sure to slam it shut before attempting to walk up to your old room. It didn't work out so well, especially when you realized you had to open the door, after putting the thing down.

"Krista, let me help you." You 'eep'd as you felt the box being taken from your hands. You smiled, pushing the door open and letting Harry into your room. You helped guide him in, so he didn't run into any walls or the door. You walked in after him, closing the door behind you.

"Thanks, Harry, you're a life saver, I'm not exactly the strongest." You laughed playfully.

"Really?" Harry put the box down gently on your bed. "Sirius told me you used to be a Beater on the Quidditch team back then." A grin came upon your face as you looked over at him with a smile.

"Used to, being the key words, Harry." You sauntered past him, plopping onto your bed. This room was as dull and tasteless as the others. Torn walls, no windows, a light that flickered, this whole house really needs to be fixed up. You had some good ideas for this room, like throwing bright colors at the wall and leaving it like that, you wanted the place to feel like home. "Well, Harry, there must be a reason you'd want to come to my room, is there something you need?" Harry looked over at you, shrugging his shoulders.

"N-not really. I was wondering though, you have a house, right?" You nodded. "And you're my Godmother, right?" Another nod. "Then, that means I can live with you, right?" A light smile made its way to your face.

"Of course, love, I'd be happy to have you live with me." Your house got lonely a lot. Whenever Tonks wasn't over and it wasn't the full moon, you'd rarely had anyone over. It got quiet, and to you, silence was unnerving. You had to be around constant noise, or else you'd become uncomfortable. You loved being around people, being naturally very sociable, but in certain situations quiet, a lot of people looked out for you.

"Okay, that's great!" Harry exclaimed. You smiled at his sudden cheery attitude. He left soon after, to rejoin his friends. Finally, you had a chance to open the Pensieve. You did so, placing it on your bed, before carefully taking out two bottles, with a not attached to them, written in Dumbledore's handwriting.

'Sometimes not thinking before you act, can lead to good things.' was attached to the first tube, while the second, also written in Dumbledore's handwriting was 'Family is there for each other.' you blunk, your eyes narrowing. A bow was wrapped around them, with another card, written in the same handwriting. You took it, opening it and reading it.

You took these memories away and told me to give them to you when I thought it was time for you to remember them. I found that after you reunited with Sirius this is the right time. Some things are better to be remembered.

-Dumbledore

You raised an eyebrow. You gave these to Dumbledore? When had that happened? You had no memory of this, but instead of wondering about it, you want to see it. You poured the memory into the Pensieve, waving your wand at the door and flicking your wand, locking it, before looking into the memory.

It was a dance. A younger you stood next to Lily, dressed in a simple red dress with a black bow tied around it. You hair, short and curled for the occasion, and your eyes, glowing mischievously. Lily was blushing from beside you, her hair was straight and red, as usual, but she had on a bit of make-up, just to impress a certain someone, which she rarely did.

"Wow." You and Lily turned, facing the four marauders. Sirius was smirking at you, you shot him a glare, Remus was in awe, as was James, though they were both looking at different people, and Peter looked as shifty as ever. You smiled, walking to Remus' side, where he gulped and glanced at Sirius, who was in turn about to laugh.

"Don't worry about me, Remus." Sirius smiled. "Have fun, go any farther than looking, and we'll have a problem." Remus smiled though, his cheeks turning light pink, as he took your arm and led you off to the dance floor. His hands rested on your waist, he was nervous, you could tell, but your arms wrapped around his neck, and his eyes met yours. You were smiling; your heart was beating faster and faster as the song soon came to an end. You were praying that Sirius wasn't watching the two of you, because he would've broken the two of you apart a long time ago. However, he was probably off, after some other guys date. It wouldn't have surprised you.

"Come on, people are staring." You grabbed his hand after the song was over, your fingers became entwined with his, your cheeks had turned pink and your stomach began to get worked up, but you enjoyed the feeling. You sat down at one of the tables, where the two of you talked. It was interesting, really listening to him.

"Krista?" You were broken from your reverie when Remus had called out your name. You flushed, realizing you had been so focused on watching him talk, that you hadn't actually paid any attention. He was smiling, that wonderful smile that was rarely ever seen, and it was all for you. The chairs were a lot closer than usual; you hadn't noticed this before, and a sudden urge to lean forward came upon you. And that's what you did. He was surprised when your lips met yours, but he leaned in closely, his hand resting on your cheek.

"I remember that. That was in our fifth year, it was a Christmas dance. It was when you had finally made up with Remus, and he asked you to go with him. It was a great memory, why would you have wanted to get rid of it? Though, now that you think of it, all your memories with Remus from the past seemed to have, disappeared. You remembered nothing that involved the two of yours relationship. You grabbed your wand, thinking about putting the memory back into the glasstube, before deciding against it and pushing it towards your head. You felt the memory return, it was a weird feeling that gave you a slight headache, but once the memory was full and in color, you felt better.

You glanced over to the next memory, this one involved family? What would you want to forget about your family? You inhaled sharply, grabbing the tube and pouring the memory into the Pensieve. You were ready for anything now. Or so you thought.