Confident | Fred Weasley

Chapter 78 | Pensieve

The memory swirled and dispersed in the substance of the pensieve. Sarah's stomach flipped unpleasantly as she soared through the vast expanse, feeling as if she was falling.

Then, a picture began to emerge in the void. In rapid succession, the scene of the Battle of Mysteries unfolded, starting with the Forbidden Forest bleeding into view. Sarah felt herself land on the forest floor, although no accompanying cracks of twigs sounded. It was as if she'd cast a silencing charm on her feet. She finally noticed the people standing there too; Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, Ginny, Capri, and herself. They didn't seem to notice her and Dumbledore's arrival.

It was disorientating seeing herself from the third person. Her memory-self was hovering with Capri behind the rest of the group, watching them go back and forth about how to get to ministry. This was what Fred stared at so softly.

She turned to Professor Dumbledore, looking far more relaxed than her. He was clearly very well practised.

"We're a bit early," Sarah admitted.

This whole experience was so odd. Her feet didn't affect the ground, so she assumed she was incorporeal. No one in the actual memory could hear or see her. So, why could she feel the gentle summer breeze?

"I did that on purpose. We need the entire picture. Anything could be the last component to the revival potion," Dumbledore answered.

"The Crumple-Horned Snorkack can't fly," said Luna in the memory, "but they can, and Hagrid says they're very good at finding places their riders are looking for."

Sarah and Dumbledore watched on as the thestrals appeared. Sarah couldn't see them before, but after Sirius' incident, she was able to.

A question struck her as herself and Dumbledore watched the group struggle to mount the threstrals.

"Would the thestrals still be visible in the memory if I hadn't seen death?"

Dumbledore's grey brow creased, "I believe so. Memories in the pensieve reflect reality, not what one perceives. That is why it is so useful in gaining extra information."

Memory Sarah, waiting for Luna to help her onto a thestral, said, "Accio."

A moment later, her potions bag zoomed through the air, landing straight in memory Sarah's hand.

"That's it. The bag with the globe amouranth in it," Sarah told Dumbledore.

"I see. We will have to see how this plays out." Dumbledore nodded, watching carefully as Memory Sarah pulled the backpack on her shoulders.

Soon enough, the memory dispersed, the lasting image being the group flying into the evening sky. Sarah felt more prepared when the a new scene bled across her vision. They were in London now, outside the Ministry's visitor entrance.

"Ah, the visitors entrance," Dumbledore looked around, eyes focusing on the red telephone box.

"Yes. It was the one Harry took for his hearing, wasn't it?"

"The only entrance he knew."

The group in the memory squeezed into the telephone box. Being incorporeal had its perks, especially when Dumbledore and herself could just walk in and have room to spare. Although, she was standing in several people's bodies, which made her feel a little unwell.

"Whoever's nearest the dial, press six, two, four, four, two," Harry demanded.

Ron did so. Harry 'stated' his business to the robotic lady that demanded it, with a long list of introductions. Badges with their names and 'rescue mission' printed on it fell from the coin dispenser. The robotic lady reminded them of a wand check at the atrium and then proceeded to sink into the ground.