Chapter VII

The Pensieve

"What the blazes were you thinking?" Scorpius hissed, shaking Rose's hand off his arm. "You had absolutely no right to pull me away from my group!"

Rose and Scorpius were walking down the hall to McGonigall's office, the halls were strangely silent as their footsteps fell.

"We're already late," Rose said bluntly, not even glancing at Scorpius.

"Late. You pulled me away because you're late." Scorpius seethed through his teeth, pronouncing each syllable carefully. "I can't believe it."

"Have I offended you in some way?" Rose asked sarcastically.

"Oh no, not at all," Scorpius mimicked, "You just totally and completely ruined my popular status!"

"Ah, so sorry. Didn't know you considered your self admired," Rose stated smugly. She was enjoying this immensely. Which was strange, because she was never rude to perfect strangers.

Scorpius clenched his fists and his cheeks burnt with anger, "YOU FOUL, LITTLE, STUCK UP, KNOW-IT-ALL, YOU… YOU!

Rose turned icy. Before, all of Scorpius' comments didn't hurt… they were just plain stupid and they were easy to ignore. This one stuck home though. Perhaps she did pretend to be a know-it-all… occasionally. But she wasn't wasn't foul, little, or stuck up!

"You prick!" She spat as she whipped around to face Scorpius and his wicked grin, flourishing out her wand and pushing the tip into his pointy nose.

"Don't you ever, EVER, call me that again!" Rose hissed through her teeth.

For a second, Scorpius genuinely looked horrified. Then he gave a little smile.

"Or you'll do what? Turn me into a toad? Give me purple splotches? What? You're not allowed to harm me… unless you're keen on getting detention."

"I. Will. Make. Your. Life. Miserable."

And with that Rose shoved Scorpius in the chest and shouted "Hurry up!"

Meanwhile…

"Mr. Potter," Al heard from directly behind him. He turned around to find Professor McGonigall perched over his shoulder.

"I've been expecting you," McGonigall explained and lead them up to her office by way of the Bird lifting them to the door.

Will and Al's eye's flew open with amazement. There were exotic birds flying about the ceiling, cat's crawling beneath their feet, cupboards lined with magical instruments and gadgets, and along the wall hung the proud portraits of each headmaster. Al's eyes drifted to the latest portraits: one of an elderly man with a long, flowing, snowy white beard who was giving him a smile, and the newest a of handsome, but seveer looking man dressed completely in black who was giving him an elegant bow.

"Ah," McGonigall smiled, following Al's gaze "it appears you have found the late Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape."

"Those are the men I'm named after?"

"Yes, indeed. But that's not why I have brought you here."

McGonigall stepped over to what appeared to be a bird bath and pored something into it.

"Come here Albus. This is called a pensieve. It let's one view memories. Today you will be watching all of you father's memories."

"May Will come too?"

"If you'd like."

The two boys stepped closer to the pensive and felt a sudden tugging as they touched the water. Moments later they were falling into what appeared to be a common cooky-cutter English suburb and went right through the roof of one of the houses and into a cupboard under the stairs. Once Will and Al caught their breath, they noticed another boy there with very messy, jet black heir, but his back was turned to them.

"Pardon us…" Al began to say, still very shocked from the fall, but then a huge thumping noise from above them sounded.

The boy with the messy black hair whirled around, just as a voice above them called with extra thumping "Harry! Wake up Harry! It's my birthday! We're going to the zoo!"

Al dropped to his knees, his father as a boy his age was starring right through him.

Al sputtered "that's… that's my… that's…"

"Are you alright?" Will asked, pulling Albus up.

"That's my father," Al gasped.

"Then it's true!These are your fathers memories."

"Aye."

The two boys watched Harry go to the zoo, talk with the snake, receive his first Hogwarts letter and denied to read it, and everything of importance up to the end of the battle of Hogwarts. By the end, Al was shaking violently as tears spilled down his cheeks. Even Will was in total awe.

"Wow! Your dad is amazing!"

"Yes, he really is. But, I feel like I barely know him know. Why did he keep all that a secret?"

"Well, it makes sense really. He didn't want you to have to grow up as the son of a world famous hero. He wanted you to grow up as the son of just Harry Potter."

"You're right," Al whispered, suddenly feeling relief, but still quite shaken.