Harry Potter Stories

Sirius's memories - Part 1

"HARRY!"

"Merlin's bea-ouch!"

Another morning and Harry found himself on the floor and Ron jumping on his bed.

"Oh come on, Harry, don't be so grumpy"

"Well yeah, I'm sorry but a friend of mine woke me up by pushing me off the bed!"

"I didn't push you off your bed, mate. I jumped on your bed and you fell. Come on down, it's Christmas!"

Harry felt something cold in his hand and realised Ron gave him his glasses. He put them on and followed Ron down at the common room. Ron dived excited under the Christmas tree and grabbed his present.

"Hmm I wonder what mum gave us this year"

"I've got the feeling she gave us the same gift as last year"

"No way!"

Harry laughed. Before opening Mrs Weasley's present, he got a small red gift under the tree with his name on.

"Big gift" Ron said. "Who is it from?"

"Sirius!". Harry opened it immediately and found a small glass bottle with some liquid in it.

"What is it? Unicorn blood?" Ron asked in disgust.

"I doubt Sirius would want me to live forever"

Harry looked closely at the bottle trying to understand what on Merlin's pants the liquid Sirius had given to him was. His first thought was that it was some kind of wine but he immediately rejected it thinking Sirius wouldn't want him to get high...or maybe he did.

Harry laughed at himself. Not being able to understand what the liquid was he opened the bottle and smelled it. The smell was sweet and for some reason it was like he was smelling a sweet memory. Like something he had lived but blurry...or maybe not his memory...SIRIUS'S MEMORIES! THAT WAS IT! Sirius wanted him to take a look at a sweet and happy memory of his.

"Ron, I think I know what's in the bottle"

"Hermione! Hermione, Hermione!"

"Ron, stop pocking me! What on earth do you want now?"

"Look at this!" Harry said giving her the bottle to examine it by herself.

"Is that...?"

"PADFOOT'S MEMORY!" Ron shouted. Some of the kids in the Gryffindor table that had stayed for the holidays turned around looking at them curious.

"Hush Ron!" Hermione scolded him.

"Sorry. I'm just excited"

"So what are you going to do now?"

"I don't know I guess I'll ask Dumbledore"

And so he did.

Before Hermione could say anything to him Harry got up from the table and walked down the hallways trying to get as fast as possible to Dumbledore's office. He knew he had to see the memory, but he didn't know how, though a second opinion was always good. Harry's mind wasn't there, he was thinking what memory Padfoot had chosen for him, not knowing how his feet lead him outside Dumbledore's office. He wished the password for the door was the same as the last time he had visited his professor.

"Fizzy Whizzbees" he said. He was lucky. The door opened and Harry started getting up the stairs. When he reached the top he knocked the door in front of him twice.

"Come in, Harry". He heard Dumbledore's voice saying.

"How did you know it was me, sir?"

"Feeling. Come in, have a sit" he pointed a chair across his desk.