Swords (Edmund X Reader)

The Past

AHHH this chapter was so hard to write cause I hate writing background stories, and flashbacks, and tying it all together because I actually have to think.

The chapters are getting longer now just because I really want to go into detail and give justice to the ending, so I'm not sure if you guys like the long chapters or not but I just wanted to let you know why

ALSO THANK YOU FOR 15K I'M OVER THE MOON AHHHHH <3333

Harry practically tore the door open when he entered Dumbledore's office. "Calm down." I muttered. He flung open the cabinet, snatching the Pensieve, slamming it onto Dumbledore's old desk. "You need to stop that!" I pulled him back

(You need to calm down....you need to stop that! This is a family show....or is it?? sorry I had to) 

He pried the cork from the flask with his teeth, tipping the silvery-blue liquid into the basin. As the Pensieve swirls, Harry looked at me. "Ready to find out the past?" He asked. I nodded. We both plunged forward into the large bowl. I suddenly felt like I was falling. I freaked out until I felt solid ground beneath my feet.

The memories came in flashes. There didn't seem to be a cohesive story. First I see a young girl. "Lily come on." Another girl calls out in the distance. So this girl standing in front of me must have been my mother. She had a flower on her palm, and upon command, she closed and opened the flower. Another girl comes up. 

"That's Petunia, our aunt." Harry muttered. Petunia stared at the flower in Lily's hand, then smacked it away. "We're going home." Petunia took Lily's arm, turning, then stops. There's a skinny boy sitting beneath the tree. He seemed to be younger Snape.

Without a word, he opened his hand and a leaf fluttered from his palm like a butterfly, circling Lily once, then drifting up and away. Lily smiled, charmed. Petunia eyed the boy fearfully, then pulled Lily away. The boy watched them go. 

The memory fades black and this time Lily and Snape lie together staring up at the sky. The leaves on the tree above them begin to tremble, then burst free, fluttering like a cloud of butterflies. Lily watched impassively and then slowly smiled, shifting her gaze to another branch. Seconds later, those leaves burst free and the two fluttering veils passed back and forth high overhead, merging briefly, then separating, again and again. 

Lily's laugh turned into the the murmur of a crowd. We emerged from the darkness of the last memory to the sorting hat, sitting upon a stool in the candlelit Hall, House tables aglow with a sea of rapt faces. Two boys, one which looked like a younger version of Sirius, and the other looked kind of like Harry, so it mast be James....my father. A younger McGonagall swept the hat from the stool and called out a name. Lily smiled nervously at the Snape next to her then rose and made her way to the top of the Hall. 

As McGonagall lowered the hat over Lily's brow, James watched intently, waiting. As the sorting hat says, "Gryffindor!" He merely smiled, watching Lily approach. He gives Sirius a nudge, to move over, making a space for Lily. As she took her seat, she glanced across the hall to Snape, who watches impassively as James reaches out his hand to introduce himself to Lily. 

This time the scene is much darker. Snape is no longer a child. "No! Don't kill me!" A snapping of robes precedes Dumbledore as he apparates into view. 

"That wasn't my intention." Dumbledore assured him. "Stand up, Severus. I haven't much time. What message do you bring from Lord Voldemort this time?"

"None. I come on my own account. I come with a... request." Snape said. Dumbledore's eyes flickered briefly with interest. He studied Snape's fearful face.