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Memories & the Stone
By Ruth Ann

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Category: Pre-OotP, Alternate Universe
Characters:Harry/Ginny
Genres: Action/Adventure, Comedy, Romance
Warnings: Death, Disturbing Imagery, Violence
Story is Complete
Rating: R
Reviews: 82
Summary: First in the Memories Series

Harry Potter has never been normal. Ever since he can remember he has had dreams. Most of the time he can not remember them. Sometime when he's ten he starts to.


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Memories & the Stone

By harryginnyfan91

The Christmas Gifts

December 1991

Before any of them even realized it was time for Hermione and Neville to head home for the holidays. Harry and Ron had walked Hermione and Neville down to the carriages to say goodbye. Hermione told them that she would miss them and would write them before the holiday was over.

Harry wanted to roll his eyes, she should enjoy the time with her family. He didn’t want to admit it but he was a bit bitter that all of his friends had families to go home to. All he had were a bunch of memories he wasn’t sure were even real and a whole lot of what ifs. He put on the best smile he could as he told Hermione to spend the time with her family and he would see her in a few weeks.

Before getting into the carriage Neville asked to speak to Harry alone.

“Harry maybe next Holiday you would like to come visit me. I want to introduce you to my parents.” Neville said with tears of what looked like understanding in his eyes. Harry nodded and Neville smiled at him.

“I would like that.” Harry said as Neville climbed into the carriage.

Once the holiday began Harry and Ron’s friendship grew. Ron taught Harry how to play wizarding chess and Harry was surprised at how good Ron was. After being killed multiple times by Ron Harry took to playing against one of his other dorm mates, Seamus. It didn’t help that the barrowed pieces kept trying to help Harry.

Harry awoke early on Christmas morning and was surprised to find a moderate sized pile of presents at the foot of his bed. Harry looked over at Ron and wished him a happy Christmas as he reached for his first present.

It was from Hagrid, it was a hand carved flute. Harry put it to his mouth and blew, it sounded like an owl and Harry thought briefly that Hedwig might like it if Harry played something for her. The next gift was an envelope that turned out to come from his aunt and uncle. Harry smiled at the fifty pence piece taped to the note inside.

Ron who had long finished opening his gifts joined Harry. Harry handed Ron the pence piece and he looked at it in fascination.

“You can keep it if you like.” Harry offered and Ron shook his head.

“It’s okay Mate, it’s from your aunt and uncle.” Harry gave Ron a smile and set the piece off to the side with the flute.

The next gift Ron turned a bit pink as Harry opened it. It was a beautiful hand knitted sweater. Harry was quick to take his pajama top off and slip on the sweater.

“I’m sorry mate I told my mum that you didn’t expect any gifts this year and it seems that she has knitted you a Weasley sweater.” Ron explained his face turning redder every second.

Harry laughed as he asked, “How do I look?”

Ron looked at his friend and smiled. The next present was from Hermione and it contained a box of chocolate frogs.

After the present from Hermione Harry opened one from Remus Lupin, the man who had picked Harry up and dropped him at the station. It was a book and when Harry opened it his eyes watered and he started to cry. They were right there smiling and waving at him. It was an album of his family. His mom and dad looked to be so happy and Harry couldn’t help but miss them at the moment wishing they were here with him.

Flipping through the pages Harry couldn’t help but notice that they were not just pictures of his parents married life but also pictures of them throughout their Hogwarts years. Right there in front of Harry was a picture of his dad and three other people.

Harry didn’t know how but he recognized each one of them. Standing on the right next to his dad with his arm wrapped over his shoulder was his godfather Sirius Black. He didn’t know how he knew that but he did. On his father’s left side was Remus Lupin and on the other side of Remus was Peter Pettigrew.

He didn’t know why but the thought of Pettigrew made Harry beyond angry.

On the page across from his father and his friends was a picture of his mother and her friends. Harry did not recognize any of them but noticed that his mother was extremely beautiful.

“Wow, that one girl would have fit in perfectly in my family.” Ron said as he looked over his shoulder.

“That’s my mum.” Harry said as he stared at the picture. Soon he closed the album and moved onto the last present.

Harry was about to open the last gift but something told him not to. Something told him to wait and open it later that night once everyone was asleep. He grabbed the parcel and the rest of his gifts and opened a compartment on his trunk and set them inside to be examined later on that night once everyone had gone to sleep.

As Harry was closing his trunk and locking it up the dorm door burst open. In came Ron’s older brothers Fred and George or as they preferred to be called Gred and Forge. The made quick work of shoving Ron into his Weasley sweater and grabbing Harry, who barely had any time to replace his pajama bottoms for a pair of pants out of the room to join them for breakfast.

They released Harry when he made no move to pull out of their grips and replaced him with poor Percy who was shoved into his sweater and swept off to the Great Hall all the way being told that Christmas was family time and he was to be a good boy and sit with the family and not the prefects today.

Harry had never had such a wonderful Christmas in his life, at least not that he could remember. He could vaguely recall the one and only holiday he spent with his parents but he wasn’t even sure if that was really real or just a dream.

After dinner that night Harry and Ron headed up to bed with huge smiles on their faces. Ron crashed right away but Harry waited for his friends to all drift off to sleep before he climbed out of his bed and opened his truck. He pulled out the one gift he hadn’t opened this morning.

When he opened the package a light silvery cloak fell out of the paper and onto the bed. He picked it up off the bed and held the strange material in his hand. It felt like someone had figured out how to weave water into the material. Something told him he should try it on so he climbed out of his four poster and stood in front of the mirror and watched as his body disappeared completely from view. Harry pulled the cloak over his head and watched as he disappeared from sight.

As quietly as he could he rushed back to see who had sent him such a magnificent gift. He tore at the paper and found a single note.

Harry,

Your father left this in my possession before he died. It is time it was returned to you.

Use it well.

A very happy Christmas to you.

The note was not signed and Harry wondered who could have sent it. He wondered if it had really belonged to his dad. He stood up again and wrapped himself in the cloak imagining it was his father and he felt a bit closer to him than he had ever in the past.

He felt almost possessed as he left the dorm to explore the school in the middle of the night. Harry spent a few hours wondering around the school. Harry found himself in the library and he felt the need to check out the restricted section. He wondered around and looked at the books. Many didn’t have titles and Harry picked up one of the unmarked book and opened it.

Harry dropped the book when it let out an ear piercing scream. He closed the book and shoved it back on the shelf. The scream echoed in his ears as rushed out of the library. He ducked under Filch the caretaker’s arm as he left the library.

He rushed away from the library as fast as he could. He wasn’t paying attention to where he was going because he soon found himself a bit lost. He turned a corner a came to an abrupt stop right before he walked into his potions professor. Harry quickly snuck around Snape and down the hall where he quickly ducked into an old unused classroom.

Harry looked around the classroom and stopped short when he spotted a mirror in the center of the room. He walked over to the mirror and stood there and just stared, in shock. There behind where he would be in the mirror were his parents. His mother smiled at down and him and his father put his hand on where Harry’s shoulder would have been.

Harry pulled the cloak off and looked at his parents, tears welling in his eyes. His eyes drifted from his mother to his father and then all of the people standing behind them. Behind his father he saw many men and women who looked like his father and himself. Behind his mother was his aunt looking at him with a love he has never seen in her eyes at least when she was looking at him. Next to Petunia was a couple who looked like his mother and aunt’s parents - his grandparents.

Every night for the next week Harry returned to the mirror. He found himself wishing and hoping for them to come out of the mirror and give him a hug and tell him that everything was going to be alright. It was on the last night of the holiday before Hermione and Neville were due to return that Harry went to the mirror and found that he wasn’t alone.

He had been there for about an hour when he heard someone behind him.

“Good Evening Mr. Potter,” the soft somber voice said from behind him. Harry turned around a bit to look over his shoulder at whomever was behind him. It was the School Headmaster Professor Albus Dumbledore. “Back Again?” Professor Dumbledore asked.

The headmaster was seated on top of one of the unused desks looking at Harry with a pair of shining blue eyes that seemed to twinkle when Harry looked.

Harry stared at the headmaster before he slowly nodded his head. “I didn’t see you.” Harry said, sounding about as small as he suddenly felt.

“Yes it is a wonder how nearsighted one can become whilst one is invisible.” Dumbledore said.

Harry looked taken a back for a few seconds before asking, “How did you know?”

With that twinkle in his eyes Professor Dumbledore said, “I do not need a cloak to become invisible.” Harry just nodded and Dumbledore smiled before he continued. “I see you, like many before you have discovered the Mirror of Erised. Do you understand what it is this mirror does?”

“Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.” Harry said looking at the professor. “I show not your face, but your heart’s desire. Basically it shows me the one thing I want most in this world whether it is possible or not is another thing all together.”

Professor Dumbledore smiled and nodded. “Yes, and I must warn you. Men have wasted away before this mirror.” It was quiet for a few minute before Dumbledore spoke again. “Harry I must warn you that thee mirror will be moved from its current place to another home. I ask that you not go looking for it.”

Harry’s heart dropped because he had wanted to see his family some more but he felt a need to comply with his headmaster’s request. Harry nodded and signed. “I promise I will not intentionally go looking for the mirror.”

“That is very good, Harry.” Professor Dumbledore said. “Now you should put that most remarkable cloak back on and make your way back to your dorm.”

Harry stood up and nodded. Harry was about to leave when Dumbledore spoke again. “Remember Mr. Potter,” he said. “It does once little good to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”

“I will Professor,” Harry said. “May I ask you a few questions?”

“Of course.”

“What do you see, when you look in the mirror.” Harry asked curiosity burning in his eyes.

“Me?” Dumbledore asked and Harry nodded. “I… see myself holding a nice warm pair of wool stockings.

Looking in the headmasters eyes Harry could tell it was a blatant lie Harry let it go and moved closer to the door.

“One can never have enough socks Harry. Another Christmas has passed and I have received none. Everyone seems to think that all I would like for Christmas is books. Did you have another question Harry?” Dumbledore asked and Harry stopped.

Harry turned back to Professor Dumbledore and nodded. “Sir, did you know my parents well?” Harry asked almost desperate for any information regarding them.

“I knew both of them well. Your father, James in the first six years of his education spent much time in my office trying very hard to explain many of his misdeeds or pranks as he and his friends called them. He and his friends were a lot like your friend Ronald’s brothers Fred and George. During his seventh year both your mother and he were made head girl and head boy. So I did spend a bit more time with them discussing the school.” Dumbledore said. Harry nodded. “If you are looking for members of the current staff who knew your parents I would suggest Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and even Professor Snape. Although I would avoid asking Professor Snape about your father. They did not get along.”

“Thank you,” Harry said and left the room before Dumbledore could say any more.

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