Chapter 4

"Explain," Ron demanded. They were back at the Burrow and it was late at night. The twins were already in their pajamas. Ron stood in front of them wearing only a pair of flannel pajama pants, his arms crossed on his muscled chest.

Harry looked at his brother, who was also shirtless, and asked sheepishly, "Where should we start?"

"How about all that Knockturn Alley stuff?" Ron demanded. "Harry you know we're not supposed to go in there! It's filled with Dark Wizards and all that."

Harry frowned and looked at his brother. "Okay… we'll start there," he said. "Ron, you should sit down. It'll take a while."

Ron moved to a stack of boxes and sat on them. Harry sighed and felt his brother's arm wrap around his waist as James moved in the bed to sit next to him. "We're not Dark Wizards, if that's what you're worried about," Harry said. "In fact, we're far from it. … It's just Knockturn Alley has stores that… that fulfill our interests... it's the only place where I can get my journals, and it's where James can get certain ingredients for his potions. We actually always went to Knockturn Alley… our first visit here with Hagrid… we slipped out and explored the place."

"That's umm well that's actually when we learned that Harry's… well a Parselmouth," James said. "We walked into that store Harry asked us to stop in earlier today and the snakes hissed angrily at us. Harry asked how the snakes could be speaking English and well… after the shopkeeper explained he gave Harry books for free."

"They're all about the Dark Arts… James and I glanced through them but never opened them again once we learned what hey are," Harry said.

"So you've threw them out, yeah?" Ron sked.

"Yeah, yeah of course," Harry said, his eyes shifting to James who nodded. Neither of the muscled boys noticed Harry biting his lip.

"Good," Ron said. "Because I don't want to hear you're messing with Dark Arts Harry."

"Yes Ron," Harry slipped out, Ron's deep voice resonating inside him. "Anyway… Knockturn Alley is also the only place where we can get into Devilish Intentions. Seamus told us that there's an entrance in Diagon Alley but we haven't found it."

"Well," Ron said, his deep voice shaking Harry to his core and awakening his member. "You will find it, both of you. I don't want either of you to go into Knockturn Alley again."

"Ron you can't possibly—"

"James. Tell me that you won't go into Knockturn Alley ever again," Ron stressed again.

The twins looked at each other before looking at Ron. "Yes Ron," slipped past through both their lips.

Ron smirked and said "Guess Dee's right, eh James? I've got the making's of a Dominant."

James, surprised, just nodded. Ron just smirked at the two and stretched groaning lightly. "I swear if you two weren't like my little brothers…" he muttered. "Anyway, what else you guys have to explain? Why did you even have to buy those specific diaries Harry?"

Whatever sexual tension there was seemed to evaporate as Ron talked in his normal voice. Harry looked at James for a moment before sighing. "Do you promise not to tell anyone?" he asked.

"Yeah of course," Ron said. "Like I said, you two are like my little brothers."

"Okay," Harry said. He got up and walked over to his trunk. "There's a really good reason why I've gotten 'Outstandings' at Charms and Transfiguration," he said. "It turns out I'm bloody good at them." Harry opened his trunk and pulled out his journals. Picking one at random he undid the lock and gave it to Ron. "Fourth year… I've gotten the idea of making these in second year, but I haven't really perfected it yet until this year. Go on, open it to a date."

Curious Ron flipped the pages and stopped at a random date. "December 26th 1993," he read. Harry pressed his wand to the pages and Ron gave a yell as the pages began to glow and a moving image appeared.

Harry and Krum were sitting underneath a tree looking out on the Black Lake. Harry was leaning against the tree as Krum was staring longingly at Harry. Fresh snow was on the ground and Harry was wearing a heavy blanket that Krum gave him. "You are so beautiful Harry," the Bulgarian boy whispered. "You are more beautiful than any woman in Bulgaria, Durmstrang, or even all of Europe."

"T-Thank you Viktor," Harry blushed. "Thank you also for asking me to be your date… I really enjoyed myself."

"You are the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes on Harry," Krum smiled. "Of course I wished to go to the ball with you." Krum reached out and wiped his thumb against Harry's cheeks. "A beautiful snow king who is being wasted away here. If I could I would sweep you off right now and take you home with me. There we'll marry and live a wonderful life."

"V-Viktor," Harry said, shocked and not knowing how to respond. A large blush appeared on his cheeks that spread to his entire face.

"You would be a perfect husband for me Harry, and I would be a perfect husband for you," Viktor continued. "I will give you everything that you will ever wish for, I will guide you the way you need to be guided, and love you the only way a husband can ever love you Harry."

"B-But what about James?" Harry asked turning to Krum.

Krum's face had a jealous look for a second before vanishing. "He can visit," he said. "He will always be welcomed to our house Harry, after you become my little husband. …Or would you prefer becoming my little wife?" The Bulgarian chuckled.

"Husband," Harry blushed "But maybe you can convince me." They chuckled for a bit and Harry looked up at Krum.. "But James… I don't think I can leave him."

"What is it between you and your brother? I see that you are always together. And during the ball he was glaring at me. Never once did he look at his date."

"We're just very protective of each other," Harry said.

"He kisses you on the cheeks and forehead all the time, I do not like it," Krum frowned. "And you kiss him back. That is not how brothers are supposed to act Harry."

"We're just very close," Harry said. "For the longest time James and I only have each other."

"You kiss him more than you kiss me," Viktor said.

"I do not!" Harry said quickly. "I don't kiss him on the lips like I do you." And to prove it Harry moved in his blanket to kiss Krum. The Bulgarian sighed and pulled the little wizard into his arms. "Harry Potter what am I going to do with you?" he asked.

Harry just relaxed into his hold. "This is enough for now Viktor. I love you… but I also love my brother. It was just me and him against the world for more than you can know. Sometimes it still feels that way."

"You don't need to feel that way Moyata malka sŭpruga," Viktor whispered. "I am here now."

"I know," Harry said with a small smile, "and I'm happy."

They kissed again and the memory faded.

Ron's cheeks were burning red as he looked up at Harry. Harry just sat down next to James, who was holding onto him tightly as Harry tried his best to keep from crying. Both Potters looked downtrodden but Ron couldn't help but ask, his voice soft and cautious, "You loved Krum? What happened to him?"

Harry sniffled and looked at Ron. "Rumors started. We don't know who started the rumors but after the second task there were various rumors about… about me and Viktor. That he was just using me to get to James, that I was just using him to help my brother; … that I was dirty, touched, unclean. All these horrible rumors kept coming out and we had no idea who started them. It wasn't the Slytherins, Viktor asked and made sure that they weren't lying to them, Fleur Delacour swore to James that it wasn't her or anyone from her school and Viktor knew that it wasn't from anyone form his school. They respect him too much to do so. We tried to weather it out… we even made plans for me to visit his family… but the rumors were too much for him. On the day they left Viktor brought me to an empty courtyard. I thought he wanted to finalize our plans and kiss me goodbye… but instead he just broke my heart."

Harry waved his hand and the journal on Ron's lap opened on its own revealing a moving image of Harry curried into a small ball crying in the middle of a courtyard. "He was my first… and only boyfriend," Harry said.

"We still don't know who started the rumors," James said. "Harry was going to escape our uncle, our cousin if only for a few weeks… but instead he was forced to come back with me to that hellhole."

Harry nodded and looked at Ron. "That was when we've learned that in the end, we only have each other to depend upon. To love. Because there is always a chance that everyone else might leave us heartbroken like Krum did."

"Harry… I'm sorry," Ron said.

"What for?" Harry asked. "You did nothing wrong."

"Yeah but I've made you relive it through this… thing," Ron said.

"It's okay Ron, I've learned my lesson from Viktor," Harry sighed. He looked down at his lap for a while before looking at Ron again. "Funny thing is… that was my first kiss… my real first kiss. And that's all that Viktor and I did: kiss. He agreed to wait until I'm ready and older to go all the way." Harry gave a long sigh and wiped any tears that began to form.

"Anyway, those journals are currently my masterpiece," Harry said when he regained his emotions. "They work like pensieve, however they're obviously more portable and subtler. I just place the copy of my memory into the journal onto a blank page and it'll fill up as if I've written down every detail. Then, if I want to look at them again I have two options: Reading the memory or watching it. When it's just James and me I just watch it but if there's something I need to look at again and I'm in public… I'll read the memory instead."

"This is amazing Harry! Why didn't you show Hermione and I this earlier?" Ron asked.

Harry looked at his lap again and blushed. "These are my private thoughts… there are many things here that I wouldn't want to dare show you or Hermione. Viktor's and my relationship being one of them. That and… it's just too embarrassing to even think of. I mean you and Hermione… well only Hermione now, has this image of me and, well, I don't want to ruin that for you."

"But you have to show someone," Ron said. "How about Professor McGonagall?"

"Maybe," Harry said. "But I want to show her an empty one. That way there's no way she'll see… well you know."

"Yeah, I do," Ron chuckled. He looked at the journal again, marveling at it, and looked at Harry. "How did you make these?"

"How about I show you tomorrow?" Harry asked. "It'll be easier to show than explain."

"Alright Harry, it's a deal," Ron smirked. He gave Harry the journal back and yawned. "Man I'm tired… I think I'll go to bed now. Night boys."

"Night Ron," James said.

Harry walked after Ron and said, "Wait! You said we're brothers, right?" Ron nodded. Harry smiled and leaned up, kissing Ron's cheek. "I always kiss my brother's cheek goodnight," he whispered. "Since I was four. Goodnight Ron."

"Goodnight Harry," Ron said, his voice unusually high and cheeks flushed red. Harry smiled as he closed the door behind him.

"You shouldn't have done that," James chuckled. "He might get the wrong idea."

"Still… I trust him. I wouldn't have shown him the journal anyway… or that memory," Harry said.

James frowned and opened his arms which Harry climbed into. "Hey, don't think about him now, okay? Viktor's in the past. And I'm here with you now."

"And always," Harry said looking at his brother. "Still, it would have been nice knowing who started the rumors."

"I know, I was so angry when I first heard them," James sighed. "It was a bitch keeping them from Ron and Hermione. I didn't want their pity making you feel worse."

Harry smiled and said, "I didn't know that… thank you James."

"Harry, you should know at this point that I would do anything for you," James said. "I only want you to be happy."

"And I want you to be happy too," Harry said.

James chuckled and said, "Well I'm happy right now. Are you?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Then mission accomplished," James declared. "The Potter Twins can sleep peacefully tonight." Harry smiled and kissed James's cheek. "Then goodnight… Captain Potter."

"Goodnight Seeker Potter," James said kissing Harry's cheek.

Harry buried his head into James's chest. There's something about being surrounded by muscles that made Harry feel protected, feel safe. It was like the physical muscular mass were creating a surrounding barrier that protected Harry from the outside world. For some reason his mind began to wonder, and he started to think about what his friends would look like if they worked out like his brother… brothers. First Seamus… then Dean… Neville would look especially handsome Harry mused… and finally Ze and Dee. Harry's mind filled with his mysterious friend and newest friend, wondering about who they were and what they really look like as he drifted off to sleep. The last thing he heard was James's soft chuckles, "You know, I forgot to kiss Ron goodnight too… I'll get him tomorrow morning."

"What is wrong with me?" Draco groaned. He was in Zabini Manor walking back and forth completely agitated as Blaise watched on amused. "I talked with Potter—talked with him! And I actually liked it!? He's supposed to be my enemy and now he's making me a damn pensieve! What is wrong with me?"

The bedroom was large and had a king-sized bed with two nightstands on either side for Blaise alone. The bed's canopy was Slytherin colors with a dark green roof and silver curtains. The floor was a dark oak professionally polished and the smoothest material his mother could buy. Draco was currently ranting on a large rug in front of an eloquent fireplace that had a loveseat cozily close. Blaise's wardrobe and bookshelf was on the wall near the door while on the opposite wall is a large window that allowed moonlight to come in directly. To quote his mother, Blaise's room is "a perfect room to seduce your lover, my little Blaise."

"Nothing's wrong with you," Blaise smirked. "I just think that your icy-cold heart may be starting to melt."

"But I can't like him—I can't even speak to him! I'm forbidden—look!" Draco pulled down his sleeve to Blaise.

"Blaise frowned and shook his head. "You really did it…"

"I was pressured to do it," Draco said. "But it's a great honor. …" His voice sound very forced and monotoned.

Blaise just looked at him and said, "If it helps, the Potters aren't exactly very… Light friendly. I've saw them numerous times in Knockturn Alley since Year one."

Draco stopped in his tracks and turned to Blaise, "What are you talking about?" he demanded.

"We talk a lot," Blaise said. "And, well, they told me that they've frequent a couple of shops in Knockturn Alley. The Spiny Serpent, that bookstore with that giant tank of snakes, and Mr. Mulpepper's Apothecary. They've been visiting those places a lot since first year."

"How do you know that?" Draco demanded.

"Because they told me," Blaise said.

"Oh right, when you're Ze," Draco sneered the name. "Honestly Zabini, why don't you just tell them who you are instead of playing this stupid charade."

Blaise's face had a tint of shame before looking at his lap. Draco simply crossed his arms as his friend remained quiet. Blaise didn't answer Draco's question immediately. Blaise shook his head and sighed. "I can't at this point. They'll leave me."

"And they should," Draco said. "Who cares if they're shopping at Knockturn Alley, they're still as Light as they come."

"Harry's a Parselmouth," Blaise said.

"I know that," Draco said. "The whole school knows that."

"He's a… practicing Parselmouth," Blaise said staring at his lap. "The twins don't want anyone else to know… and I promised them that I wouldn't tell anyone. If they learn that I'm a Slytherin… well the least harming thing they'll do is break our friendship."

"So you hide behind a mask, as if that isn't more suspicious than being an actual Slytherin," Draco said. Blaise just gave him a sad look. Draco sighed and shuffled on his feet for a moment before asking, "Potter's… actually speaking Parseltongue? Like on a normal basis?"

"I just know that they have no qualms with it," Blaise said. "Or at least Harry doesn't. James on the other hand… he can't speak it at all, or understand it."

"That's very strange," Draco frowned.

"It is," Blaise nodded. "But that doesn't detract from the fact that if they learn that I'm a Slytherin… they'll hate me forever. Or fear that I'll use their information against them."

"Information like what?" Draco asked.

Blaise looked at his door and pulled out his wand. Locking the door he turned to Draco and said, "You must promise never, never, repeat this information to anyone. Understand?"

"Of course, yeah," Draco said.

Blaise looked around nervously as if scared to have someone overhear. "Harry was a Hatstall for one… well, nearly a Hatstall."

"Everyone knows this, it was pretty obvious just staring at Potter with that hat on him," Draco said.

"Well… you want to know which Houses the hat considered? Only the Twins and I know that," Blaise said. "Or how about Harry's first love? I know that too. I know their deepest fears, their most humiliating secrets, every desire they've ever felt. I know that, and I swore to keep those things secret. What would happen if they realize that I'm a Slytherin? All the trust that we've build up over the two years would be ruined. And James would do anything to keep Harry safe."

Draco just stared at Blaise for a while before shaking his head. "You're scared Zabini."

"Of course I am!" Blaise ejaculated. "Not only am I scared of the twins breaking our relationship but I'm also scared of your bloody Dark Lord trying to actively kill them!"

"Blaise—"

"No don't even start," Blaise said. "Your Lord wants to kill my twins! Don't even doubt it—hell your family wants to kill my twins!"

"Yeah but—"

"And what about you? Huh? You hate the Potters ever since First Year! And it just grew and grew and look at yourself!" Blaise yelled with sudden fury pointing an accusing finger at Draco's wrist.

"I did not choose this!" Draco yelled. "I was forced, I had to restore my family's honor which my father destroyed."

"If you actually plan on doing that you'll destroy it even more," Blaise said. "Why do you think my mother did not take part of the first war, or taking part of this one?"

Draco just stared at him before shaking his head.

"Look, listen to me," Blaise said. "I'm saying this because I care about you as well as the Potters. … I don't like the Ministry, I don't like Dumbledore and their current view of things. It's too narrow-minded. But I am also neutral to your Lord's extremist methods. It's too black and white for me, I… we cannot… what's the point?" Blaise said, slouching into his bed.

"No, go on," Draco said frowning. He looked out of the window. The moon was high in the sky surrounded by twinkling stars. "I can't think straight," he muttered. "Ever since my aunt… brought me to him… It was awful Blaise, it hurt so much…" Draco looked down at his wrist frowning. "I never wanted this. My family… my father and aunt placed this life on me."

Blaise looked hesitantly at Draco's wrist and then back at Draco. "What did he tell you to do?" he asked.

Draco looked up at his friend, a look of extreme fear taking over his face. "Kill Dumbledore," he whispered. "I… a sixteen-year-old boy… am supposed to kill Dumbledore. I don't know how the hell I'm supposed to do that!"

Blaise frowned. "Do you think," he said slowly, "that maybe he gave you this task… just for you to fail?"

Draco looked up at Blaise, "Why would he do that?"

"To punish your father… for failing," Blaise said.

Draco sighed and looked at his clothed wrist. "Maybe," he said. He shook his head and tried to clear his thoughts. Both he and Blaise were silent for a moment. Draco moved and sat on the edge of Blaise's bed, his back to his friend as he stared out of the window to the moon and stars. The moment turned into minutes which turned into a half hour of silence, during which Draco tried his best to organize his thoughts. "Potter needs to give me that journal," he sighed.

"You need one," Blaise said agreeing with him.

More silence.

"What do you think of him… Harry… now that you two actually had a conversation?" Blaise asked. Draco was quiet. Blaise moved closer to his friend and said, "It is only us here. No Parkinson, no Nott, no anybody. Only us, not even the Dark Lord can hear us if he wanted to."

Draco was quiet for a moment before saying, "He's… nice. Very nice, and sweet."

"You like him," Blaise said with a teasing smile.

"I do not!" Draco huffed.

"It's just us," Blaise said again.

Draco stayed quiet for a minute. "Father said…"

"Just us," Blaise repeated again.

"I never really thought about him that way," Draco said again. "But after today… maybe?"

Blaise smirked and leaned back resting on his elbows, grateful for the relaxed atmosphere. "Well Draco, I'm just going to give you this piece of advice: Harry likes muscles. Not only are they aesthetically pleasing for him, but they give the boy a certain type of comfort being hugged by arms with muscles."

"Muscles…" Draco repeated. He turned and gave Blaise a look. "Are you playing with me?"

"No, I'm not," Blaise said. He looked at Draco's lithe and slender body. "Right now even if you want Harry, it'll be a very hard battle with those skinny arms."

Draco became cross and said, "Potter would really reject me if I don't have 'muscles?'" He mocked the last word.

"Yeah, weird isn't?" Blaise said. "Listen, I'm not allowed to tell you the full details… it just helps Harry feel safe and… he needs to feel safe."

"But muscles?" Draco said again, thinking the notion entirely ridiculous.

"James started it," Blaise explained. "So if you want to blame anyone, blame him. But yeah, in order to feel entirely safe with someone, Harry needs to be with a guy with muscles. Not like massive, just look like James."

"Potter is massive," Draco argued. "He's like a thick bloody wall guarding those hoops."

Blaise laughed and said "Please! He's not a thick wall he's more like a… well sculpted statue. Besides, I think a little muscle would look good on you." Blaise gave a small knowing smile.

"Oh, and how do you expect me to get these muscles? Because I refuse to sweat Zabini," Draco said.

"You're going to have to, Malfoy," Blaise said. "And if you want… I'm sure you will find a way. Now it's late so I suggest we go to bed."

"Alright," Draco agreed. He moved towards the door.

"Draco," Blaise said as Draco opened the unlocked door. Draco turned to him. "I just want you to know… that you'll always have me. I will always be by your side."

"Thank you Blaise," Draco said sincerely. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," Blaise smiled as Draco closed the door behind him.

Draco sighed, feeling a heavy pressure fall upon his shoulders as he walked through the corridor and into the bedroom right next to Blaise's. It was an exact match of Blaise's down to the bed's curtains being a silver color. Draco walked towards the fireplace and lit it, taking a poker and a full stroking the growing flames as it burned. Draco placed the poker to the side and sat down in the loveseat. He stared at the fire, the sound of the crackling wood filling the room, its sweet aroma drifting to Draco making him think of winter nights and childhood Christmases. His mind wondered as he stared at the flames. He thought of his mother, thought of his father, thought of all the things they've done for him. Then he thought of his aunt and the harsh grip she had on his arm as the Dark Lord pressed his wand against Draco's wrist… then finally he thought of Harry Potter and the conversation they had in that pub. It was unexpecting, Draco never thought that he and Potter could even have a polite conversation. Potter even offered to create a pensieve journal for him.

Nobody offered to make him anything. His parents just brought him what he wanted, and the Dark Lord forced. His wrist twitched and a phantom pain started crawling from the center of Draco's wrist towards the palm of his hand. Draco gapped in pain and winced as he tried to keep the tears from forming. He stood up quickly and walked towards a full-length body mirror next to a wardrobe that was filled with Draco's clothes. Draco stared at himself in the mirror. A handsome aristocratic face, short platinum-blond hair, steely eyes. He was wearing a dark button-down shirt and dress pants under his robe. He began to undress, letting his robes fall to the ground before slowly unbuttoning his shirt revealing pale skin and a slender body. He allowed the shirt to slip off of his shoulders and join the robe on the ground. Draco stared at his naked torso. Slender, no fat, a straight line from his hairless chest to the top of his pants. No outlines, no hints of muscles just… slender, sleek, hairless skin. Draco bent down and untied his shoes slipping them off one by one and setting them to the side. He stood up, unhooked his belt and let it slide out of the hoops of his pants. He dropped the belt which fell with a light clinking sound and loosened his pants which fell to the ground as well. Draco stepped out of his pants and looked at his body. Slender. His legs were skinny there was no mass to them, it was almost effeminate. He turned to his side and stared at the mirror. No curves anywhere, just slender, flat and… that's it. Draco turned to face the mirror again and frowned. He held out his arms and stared at them.

Draco spaced his legs shoulder-length apart. He stared at his reflection in the mirror: his arms stretched out, his legs separated. Then he moved his body down as if he was going to sit down, bending his knees and keeping his torso straight. He went as low as he could then stood up again. He went down as if he was sitting again then stood tall a second time, third time, tenth time, twentieth time, and so far until his legs were on fire.

Ron arrived early the next morning at the twins' room. He didn't even change out of his pajamas. "Show me how you made that journal!" he said excitedly.

Harry smiled tiredly and nodded. "Alright… let me just find my wand," he said grabbing his glasses. He got out of his bed while James just started to wake up. Harry found his wand at a cluttered desk and picked it up.

"What're you doing Harry?" James slurred sleepily.

"Making a new journal," Harry said opening his trunk. He pulled out the two new journals and moved to the cluttered desk. "First, I need to carve some runes into them," Harry said. "You remember how the journal you looked at had carvings on the front and back cover? They're an important part of making the journal act like a pensieve." Harry pressed his wand against the red leather and dragged it down, a mark appearing on the journal. Ron watched as Harry carved multiple runes onto the red leather. "The journal type doesn't matter," Harry said. "But I like the look of the red leather, and it has a lock that only the owner can open. Do you want me to explain the runes I'm making?"

"If you want," Ron said watching intently. This was the most engaged or interested he'd ever been in Transfiguration, Charms, or Ancient Runes.

Harry smiled and stopped carving for a second. Using his free hand he pointed to a rune that looked like a weird creature. "This is a Demiguise. It's an animal that can turn invisible, it is used to represent the number zero. These three lines that cross each other and a box around it, that's for the letter M. What I'm doing is just spelling out the word 'Memory' on the front and back covers. The Demiguise and other runes I'll use for numbers will just prepare the journal for the magical energy I'm going to have to put into them."

"So you're just writing 'memory' onto it?" Ron asked.

"No, I'm writing more," Harry said looking back at the journal. Ron let him return to work as Harry finished carving different runes into the diary. When he finished with his task Harry placed his wand down and opened the journal to the first page. "Now the hard part," Harry sighed with a slight frown. "Runes are useless without power, they hold none. It's basically another alphabet. So right now it's just a journal with words and numbers on its covers and spine and looks kinda cool."

"I thought you said they're important?" Ron said.

"Yeah, they're important to make the journal look nice," Harry said. "And they will be containers and fuel for the journal once all the spellwork is done. This part needs me to concentrate." Harry tapped the page and started mumbling a string of words that Ron couldn't hear. Harry tapped the first page multiple times before lifting his wand and waving it over in a circular motion. The pages flipped through rapidly the pure white paper quickly yellowing and twisting towards each other as they began to look haze. Ron watched in amazement as the pages all turned to a yellow smoke that stayed on top of the red leather cover that laid open without its pages. Harry moved his wand around and through the yellow smoke, molding it into a compact form whose edges began to ebb and flow like a lake's tide. The compact yellow smoke with its ebbing sides began to change color, the yellow fading and slowly turning into a greenish color and then a blue. The blue compact smoke hovered there above the cover of the journal, but as Ron stared at it he realized that it wasn't smoke anymore. It was more of a liquid as Harry continued to move his wand around, the sides of the substance moving violently mixing with each other. Harry slashed at the substance and it broke into two, both rippling as Harry pulled his wand away. Ron stared at Harry as sweat appeared on his forehead. His wand moved like a dance twirling between his fingers and the two substances as they moved under his command. The edges of the liquids began to become a hazy silver color that glittered a rainbow of colors in the early sunlight. Harry continued to move his wand and mutter whatever long chanted spell he was casting. The hazy silver color continued to spread across the blue liquid and Ron watched as it became a very weird… thing that wasn't liquid nor was it a gas becoming a weird wisp. Harry controlled the wisps as they continued to glitter in the sunlight.

He moved his wand slowly towards the spine of the journal and the wisp followed, the two separate entities merging into one dancing cloud. Harry moved his wand from the spine to the edge of the front cover and half of the cloud moved along with it, he then lifted his wand, returned it to the spine and moved it to the edge of the back cover, the rest of the wisp following it. The journal laid there stationary as the silver wisps laid on top of it like a low hanging fog in the early morning after a storm. Harry glided his wand on top of the wisps. With his left hand, he gripped the front cover and slowly closed the journal. The silver wispy cloud slowly folded onto itself and was it became compact, transfigured back into white paper that never been touched. Harry continued until he closed the journal fully, locking the lock.

Exhausted, Harry dropped his wand onto the desk next to the journal and looked at Ron. His hair was coated with sweat and his chest lifted and fell with his heavy breaths. "There… it is done," he said. "The journal… is now a pensieve. It takes a lot out of me… but I should be fine… after lunch."

"Wicked…" Ron said. "So you can just put your memories in there and it'll show?" he asked.

"Yeah," Harry nodded. He patted the journal and said, "but this one is for Dee. The second one is for when my last one fills up. And I have…" Harry worked himself to get out of the chair and move to his trunk, taking out his latest journal. "Twenty pages left," he finished his thought.

Harry brought the journal to the desk and opened to an empty page. He pressed his wand to his temple and pulled slowly, a memory following his wand. With a soft flick, the memory fell upon the empty pages which filled with words as yesterdays' events flashed briefly. "Fifteen pages now," Harry said.

Ron gave a low whistle. "Wicked Harry… I don't think even Hermione could do this."

"It took me a couple of years to perfect it," Harry said. "But even so it is too exhausting to make multiple journals at once. Honestly right now all I want to do is eat and sleep."

Ron chuckled and smirked. "Then let's go downstairs and get some breakfast."

"Good idea," James said finally getting out of bed. "Harry, let's go."

"One second," Harry said. "I just want to write a quick letter." He took a piece of parchment and dipped a quill into an inkwell.

Dee,

I hope this package finds you well. I'm sending this to Ze first as Hedwig knows where his home is. Hopefully he can quickly give this to you. Here is your journal. To insert a memory simply press your wand at the temple of your forehead and think of the memory. Then, very slowly, pull your wand from your head. It is important to keep your hand steady or else the memory will be an incomplete one. When the last of your memory is siphoned from your mind your memory will only be connected to your wand, floating blissfully in the air. Make sure the wand is directly on top of the page and flick it downwards. The memory will break and merge with the page. A flash of your memory will show before disappearing leaving only the date and your memory in written format.

I hope that this will help you focus and clear your mind. I can't wait to see you again on the Hogwarts Express, maybe you and Ze can finally tell me your names?

Yours,

Harry

A/N: I got nothing.

CloudZzFluffyBedsOfWhite: Of course I've split it up you think Harry or James would let one or the other have all that dangerous life-threatening and scarring fun? Of course not! And yeah… Krum didn't exactly get with Hermione.

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Kigen Dawn: Soberly? And maybe all I know is that I took your ideas and stole 'em

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