The Anger .

Turning to Daphne, the Professor said in a droll voice, "I've noticed you make it a habit of dining with members of other houses, Miss Greengrass."

Taking a leaf out of Susan's book, she replied, "Yes, Professor."

Hovering there for a few moments longer, expecting more information and not getting it, the Professor then asked, "And was that Potter's owl I saw, once more delivering mail to you?"

"Yes, Professor."

Clearly expecting more information the man stood there for a few moments longer before he turned about and stalked away, back to the Head Table.

After he was gone, Daphne just sighed before picking at her breakfast. After having worked, yet again, on his mental defences after Madam Bones left earlier in the day, Harry was currently reading through the reaction tables of the potions book Daphne had suggested he read for Hogwarts. In it, it explained so much more about potions than the text recommended by Hogwarts; 'Magical Drafts and Potions' by Arsenius Jigger. That one was more of a 'cookbook' than anything else; as it was almost full of various instructions on potions.

The companion book he was reading covered much more about care and safety when dealing with ingredients and 'potioneering'. It also answered a lot of questions about why things were done a certain way in 'Magical Drafts and Potions'. It made sense of what appeared to be non-sensical. He wondered why it, or a similar text, wasn't also recommended. Hearing the sound of clamouring from the hovering journalists coming from outside the door, he knew he was about to receive company. He was soon joined by Cygnus, Isabel, Aunt Amelia and Gran.

"Braved the ravening horde, once more, have you?" he asked with a cheeky grin.

Amelia snorted and replied, "Insolent whelp!" as the other three all exchanged greetings with him. Both Isabel and Gran came over to give him a kiss on the cheek before moving away again towards Amelia and Cygnus.

Amelia stopped in the middle of the room and drew forth from her pocket a shrunken crate. She then conjured a pedestal that reached waist high and placed the crate in the middle of it.

With a tap of her wand she unshrunk the crate before removing the lid. "Cygnus, if you wouldn't mind," she said, gesturing to the contents.

Cygnus reached in and removed what appeared to Harry to be a large stone birdbath. As he held it above the crate, Amelia removed the crate from the pedestal, and allowed Cygnus to place the stone item down upon it. Cygnus then stepped away.

"Now, Harry," said Amelia, looking at him. "Drag your carcass out of that bed and come over here."

Harry hopped out of bed and walked across.

"This is a court pensieve, also known as a solicitor's pensieve," said Amelia. It's slightly larger than a standard pensieve because it has the added function of being able to project a large image over itself of the memory being reviewed. Understand?" Harry nodded.

Amelia then reached into a pocket of her robes and brought out a wooden frame that contained half a dozen phials; four of which contained what Harry now recognised as memory strands.

"Alright, the first memory is what I collected from Professor Filius Flitwick last Sunday night," she said as she poured the contents of one phial into the pensieve. She then tapped her wand to a symbol what Harry had come to recognise as a rune - on the top edge of the pensieve.

Harry watched with the others as the memory played like a big 3d hologram in a sphere that measured about five feet across. He winced when he saw himself snarl at Professor McGonagall before storming off. And winced again when he ripped his outer robes off and stripped to the waist as he jumped up onto the Hufflepuff table. Then winced a third time, and felt not a little horrified, when he suddenly screamed, his magic pulsed, he collapsed onto the table and the wraith-like spirit was forcibly ejected from his forehead in a bloody mess.

He then watched in shock as the wraith attacked the professor wearing a turban and joined with another coming from the professor before fleeing out one of the blown open, shattered windows. He hadn't heard the gasps of horror coming from either Isabel or Gran, as he was focussed on what he was watching.

When it finished, he dropped his face into his hands and moaned, "Oh, God; what must they think of me? No wonder the Daily Prophet's been running those stories."

"As I said before, Harry; it's not your fault," said Cygnus firmly before he was hugged by both Isabel and Gran offering their own words of support.

Amelia had already removed that memory and returned it to the phial before she poured a second one into the bowl. "This is the first of two memories from Harry of what happened the night of the 31st of October 1981 in Potter Cottage, Godric's Hollow. It is in real time and, be warned, it includes the death of Lily Potter by Killing Curse from - Vo...Voldemort. There's a short period of blank space where it appears Harry is either asleep or unconscious, Then there's what happens afterwards."

Fidgeting a bit, Harry said, "I don't want to see this. While I've - come to terms with what happened - I don't want to revisit it."

"Nor do I expect you to, Harry," replied Amelia. "We will enter the pensieve, together, using our fingers. While we do so, I expect you to stand watch over us to ensure we are not disturbed. I expect we'll be gone for about half an hour."

Harry nodded in relief and stood back.

Each of the adults placed a finger in the bowl of shimmering liquid. Amelia then tapped another rune with her wand tip and all four adults' eyes glazed over with their faces assuming a blank expression.

Harry watched them with a bit of apprehension while they stood frozen to the spot.

A little over half an hour later, after Harry had moved back to perch on the edge of the bed and keep an eye on them, all four suddenly let out gasps of shock, pulled their fingers out of the bowl and staggered back. Cygnus and Amelia both conjured comfortable armchairs and the four of them collapsed into them.

Harry remained sitting on the edge of his bed and waited for them to say something.

The first to recover was Amelia. She'd already witnessed the memory earlier in the day.

"Flopsy!" she called. And a little house elf appeared by her side. "Could you get me four glasses and the bottle of that muggle brandy I keep for times like this?"

"Yes, Miss Ami," replied the elf before it popped away again.

It returned a moment later with a silver tray bearing four glasses partly full of a dark substance surrounding a bottle half full of the same. She offered one to each adult, starting with Gran. Amelia and Cygnus quickly tossed the contents of theirs back down their throats, while Isabel and Gran just sipped at theirs.

"Alright, then," said Amelia. "Let's review. From what we heard, James was apparently downstairs. He must've heard something because he called out to Lily 'Lily, it's him, take Harry and run, I'll try to hold him off'. Lily runs from - wherever and runs into the nursery. Before she closes and locks the door, we see the flashes of spellfire coming from the doorway. She picks Harry up and appears to attempt to disapparate.

"She puts Harry back in the crib. She quickly casts - whatever - over Harry and the crib. Whatever it is causes both Harry and the crib to glow with a golden aura. Just as she's finished the door is blasted inwards and V..Voldemort enters the room.

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