Our Time or Yours? (A Bellatrix Lestrange Fanfiction)

Harry

He was weaving in and out of the various bedrooms, labeled accordingly. The next step was that he had to start opening things, exploring. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. He found it exceedingly inappropriate for him to be snooping in Sirius's things, now that he was gone.

He had always been very secretive of his family, and had never shared much with Harry. But Harry knew that he would probably want him to defeat whatever was haunting his dreams, so he forged onward.

He started to enter Bellatrix's room. The door was ajar. Kreacher was standing on the desk, still covered with books, dusting old photos. 

"All three of you! Sneaking about Mistress's property!" But he left, sensing Harry becoming angrier and angrier.

Not sure where to start, Harry opened on of the books. It screamed as it opened, much like the one he had first opened in the library. The title was burned out. She had been an excellent student he gathered, from the prefect plaques in the hallway at Hogwarts. The picture of her here was actually a good one. She was young, before Azkaban, and not at all like Harry remembered. He hair was curly and shiny, worn back, halfway up. She was smiling. She was wearing Hogwarts robes, and she was holding a quidditch banner. Her other arm was linked through another's, whose Harry did not know. In another photograph, she was moving through the air, a flash of green and silver.

'She must have known my father,' he thought apprehensively, as though the thought was dangerous. He looked around further. She had pamphlets for Hogsmeade visit, and flyers promoting her campaign for House president. A prefects badge was resting on the table. He picked it up. It was smudged with fingerprints. The books titles were all rubbed out, either with magic or with fire. He looked through them, and recognized a few spells. The rest he did not know. He was surprised to find a music book as well. Everything else in the room was normal. He sat down in the chair, and something gleaming suddenly caught his eye. It was a mirror, hidden underneath the bed. He stepped towards it, drawn. It hovered over the ground, almost waiting for him. 

It was then that he realized he was looking into a Pensieve.