To change the future to better one

Gryffindor Party

INT. DUMBLEDORE OFFICE- NIGHT

Dumbledore sits alone at his desk, the deep lines of his face illuminated by the shimmering Pensieve. Two objects of note are before him, one is a black stone ring. The other is Tom Riddle's dairy

He briefly balances the ring upon the tip of an ashen finger, then turns a page of the battered dairy. His face is troubled. He takes the ring and diary, slips them inside a drawer. The door swings open, revealing Harry.

Dumbledore: Good evening Harry you got my message, i see. Come come sit

Harry steps forward eyes the Pensieve, and curiously sits

Dumbledore: So how are you?

Harry: Fine sir

Dumbleodre: Enjoying your clases? Professor Slughorn for one is most impressed with you

Harry: I think he overestimated my abilities sir

Dumbledore: Do you?

Harry: Definitely

Dumbledore smiles affectionately nods

Dumbledore: And what if your activities outside the classroom? Do they bring you satisfaction?

James narrowed his eyes, saying

" What is this old fuck playing at?"

Remus, Sirius and King nod at that ,along with mikealsons with narrowed eyes

Harry: Sir?

Dumbledore: I notice you spend a great deal of time with Miss. granger one can't help but wonder if

Harry: No! she is my sister and professor, i am always sahithi's as she is always mine

Hermione looked disgusted when Dumbledore suggested that

Harry chuckles, seeing that

Dumbledore: Forgive me, Harry I.....

Dumbledore smiles faintly shakes his head

Dumbledore: I was merely curious in any event, i'm sure you're wondering why i've summoned you here tonight. The answer lies here

Dumbledore swings open a cabinet where dozens upon dozens of glittering vials stand like tiny glimmering soldiers

Dumbledore: What you see before you are memories in this case pertaining to one individual: Voldemort, or as he was known then.... Tom Riddle

Everyone shares looks

Dumbledore reaches down with his damaged hand and removes a stoppered vial, dusty and veined with age.

Dumbledore: This vial contains a most particular memory of the day i first met him. I'd like you to see it if you would.....

Dumbledore extends his ashen hand and Harry rises gingerly, takes the vial and removes the cork he tips the contents into the Pensieve. Dumbledore nods and harry leans into the iridescent liquid his face breaking the surface

FLASHBACK- EXT.STREET ( LONDON)-DAY( YEARS PAST)

A horse-drawn milk cart rattles across a rain-swept London street, and a young Dumbledore appears in a plum velvet suit.  We track him down the street ( and see him eye a lovely lass appreciatively) Untill he reaches a grim building surrounded bu iron gates as Dumbledore passes through camera rises: