Title: A Love to Remember

Chapter 1: A Troubled Sleep

Not for the first time, sixteen-year-old Harry Potter sat straight up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. He had woken up from a nightmare that had been plaguing his sleep for over a year, since the evil Lord Voldemort had risen again. In his nightmare, he saw Voldemort facing him, with all of Harry's closest friends and his parents surrounding him. Voldemort ends up killing all but Harry and administers the Crutiatus Curse until Harry can't stand the torture any more. Then the Dark Lord kills him as though he was merely ridding himself of a pesky mosquito.

It was the Christmas holidays and already, Harry was eagerly anticipating the return of his two closest friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, even though it meant the return of studying.

Harry put on his glasses and looked at his bedside table. He saw one of the presents he had received for his birthday from his godfather, Sirius. Sirius' parcel also included birthday greetings and a book he and Remus Lupin had written on every prank the Marauders had ever played ("Just in case you and Ron ever need any ideas," the note attached had said).

Sirius also sent a package that looked as if it hadn't seen the light of day in many years. The parcel turned out to be James and Lily Potters' journals. Harry picked up the letter that had been attached and reread it- again.

Dear Harry,

I know I said happy birthday in my other letter, but this time, it's from your parents. Happy sixteenth birthday!

Anyway, this package contains two journals: your mother's and your father's. The day before Voldemort showed up, they gave them to me, all wrapped up, just as you see them, and said to me, 'Sirius, if we don't survive to see Harry turn sixteen, please, give these to him.' Afterwards, I gave them to Remus and told him what they said because I knew I would be going after Pettigrew. So, here they are. Happy birthday, from your parents and me.


So far, Harry had done nothing but gently stroke the soft, worn leather covers, reading Lily Potter on one, in what Sirius and Remus had said was Lily's curly script, and on the other was engraved James Potter in writing almost equal to that of his wife. Harry didn't know when he would open them up and start reading, or even if he would.

The raven-haired young man put the letter back on the journals and his glasses on his bedside table and dropped back off into a troubled, but thankfully dreamless, sleep.

A/N: Hope you liked it!!! I know, it was kinda short and there isn't any H/D luv yet, but trust me, it's coming soon. Until then (and even after), R/R, pleez! This is my first slashy fic. 143, y'all!!!!! (P.S. Don't ask. Inside joke between me and my friend Kenny.)