Harry ran up the staircase as fast as he could, not caring that he could get in trouble for
being out of bed. The images he had seen in the Pensieve were swimming through his
mind, causing him to lose track of what he was doing. He just knew he had to go somewhere, and he couldn't face Ron and Hermione right now.
When he got to the Room of Requirement, he quickly walked back and forth three times. When the door appeared, he yanked the handle and stumbled into the room. The room was full of the strangest things. It almost looked as though everyone who'd ever been to Hogwarts had dumped their stuff in there. But before Harry could focus on anything, a large mirror caught his eye. It looked rather like the Mirror of Erised, but he knew it couldn't be it. He looked into the mirror, but instead of seeing his own reflection, he saw his father's teenage face, snickering as he tortured Snape. Harry felt a rush of disgust and reached out to shove James, forgetting it was a mirror. But rather than feeling the smooth glass, Harry felt a sponge-like substance and felt himself start to be pushed into the mirror. He felt as though he had when he went into the Pensieve, only much, much worse….
Harry awoke on the soft carpet in the Room of Requirement, opening his eyes to look
blearily at the room. He became vaguely aware that the mirror was gone, and then
surrendered again to a deep slumber.
When Harry woke up again, he didn't remember where he was and how he'd gotten here. But after a few minutes with his mind racing, he recalled what he had seen in the Pensieve and the mirror he had fallen through. He quickly looked for the mirror, but it was nowhere to be found. Shaking his head, he left the room and started the walk back to his dormitory, thinking he must have passed out from exhaustion. As Harry walked through the corridors, he became vaguely aware that it was daylight outside. In fact, it looked as though it was the middle of the day. He quickened his pace, wondering how long he had been out. He still had not seen anyone, which wasn't surprising since it must be lunchtime.
"What are you doing here, Potter?" Harry heard from behind him. He turned around and
saw a boy that looked to be in seventh year. Harry had never seen him before, but he had a Gryffindor tie and a Head Boy badge. Confused, Harry just stared at him. The boy did look faintly familiar…
"Don't act innocent with me, Potter. I know you and your friends set off the Dungbombs in the third floor corridor earlier. Don't try it again," the boy said sternly, and walked off.
Harry stared at the back of the boy's head, knowing he had seen that face before, but he couldn't quite place it. And what had the boy been talking about? Dungbombs? Harry
certainly didn't have any Dungbombs. Perhaps it had been Fred and George, but Harry had an uneasy feeling that he knew what was going on.
He walked toward the Great Hall. He could hear people laughing and talking, but still
something did not seem right. He peeked around the door, wishing he had his Invisibility
Cloak, and gasped at what he saw. Near the end of the Gryffindor table were four boys. One looked rather ill and did not seem to be paying much attention to the others. Another was laughing at everything the other two said, glancing back and forth nervously. The third had long, shaggy hair that looked both handsome and laid back at the same time, and the last boy looked exactly like Harry.
Harry quickly turned around and leaned against the wall, praying he had not been seen. He breathed in and out quickly, trying to process the fact that he had just seen his teenage father, very young and very alive. And this time, Harry was not just looking at a memory.