McGonagall gave a small smile of pride. "Fifty points to Gryffindor," she said softly.

"So... Ron's right, then? It was my love that broke through the barrier and burned Malfoy?" Harry asked.

McGonagall nodded, her eyes twinkling.

"But then... why don't more people use it?" Ron asked, confused. "If it's just love- most people love someone, I mean, think of Mum or Dad, or Bill and Fleur... even me, Colin, Luna- we all love someone, our parents, a girlfriend or boyfriend, why don't more people use love like that?"

"Ah," McGonagall said. "Somebody else once asked Dumbledore that very question. What do you think, Mr Potter?"

Harry's brow furrowed as he thought. "Because- we shouldn't use love?"

McGonagall tilted her head slightly. "Perhaps... I suppose that's part of it... but not the full reason. Mr Weasley?"

Ron shrugged, his face blank. McGonagall sat up a bit straighter, pulling her chair further towards her desk.

"You can't intentionally use love in that way," McGonagall said. "It's not like a spell or charm that you can say or think non-verbally. It's not one you can intend to use. It's one that comes directly from the heart."

Ron opened his mouth to say something, but McGonagall rushed on, "I'm not saying someone like, say, James or Lily or Molly or Arthur didn't- or don't- have the love that comes directly from the heart like that. But most of them have never had the situation where a spell wouldn't suffice, where the only thing that could do anything was their love. Harry was in a situation where his heart was the only thing that could talk. That's the only time it works."

"You said 'most of them'," Harry said slowly.

McGonagall nodded. "Yes, I did," she said. "Who do you think was in a position where love was the only resource they had left to them?"

"Mum," he said quietly.

"Yes," McGonagall said softly, nodding, her eyes misting over slightly. "Sweet Lily... love was all she had left. Love, fierce as fire, that couldn't be doused by ordinary magic... like a Killing Curse," she added pointedly. "You continue to amaze, Harry. You are the only one to have survived the Killing Curse. Before you, your mother was the first I personally knew to have achieved magic purely through love."

Harry nodded, and the room was silent for a minute. After a minute, McGonagall cleared her voice and spoke, her voice brisk and business-like again.

"As I said when you first arrived," she began, "I've left a package for you back at the Burrow. Professor Snape visited me a short time ago, delivering two letters and a vial that he wanted given to you."

"To Harry?" Ron asked, dumbstruck.

"Yes, Mr Weasley, that's what I said," McGonagall said, her impatience returning. "I suggest you head home shortly and look through what the Professor has left."

Harry nodded, and there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," McGonagall called. The door opened, and Colin, Hermione and Neville entered. "Did you find what you wanted?" McGonagall asked.

The threesome nodded, slightly out of breath from the trek from the library.

"Oh," Hermione suddenly said, as if she remembered something. "Professor, uh, we visited Luna yesterday and, uh, she said you offered to lend her a book on, uh, Crumple-horned Snorkacks," she blurted out.

Ron squeezed his lips together in an effort to keep from bursting into laughter. He'd never heard Hermione so vocally awkward.

"Oh, yes," McGonagall said. "I take it she's awake now?"

The group nodded, and McGonagall turned from her chair to the bookcase beside her. "Q... R... S... ah, here it is," she murmured. "Crumple-horned Snorkacks and Where to Find them, by Rolf Scamander," she said, handing the book to Hermione. "Now, was there anything else?" She asked the group.

They shook their heads and stood up from their seats, readying to leave the room.

"Thanks for your help, Professor," Harry said, turning to follow the others out of the room. When he got to the door however, he stopped and turned back towards McGonagall. "Professor... you said someone else once asked Dumbledore that question Ron asked. Who was it?"

Professor McGonagall gave a tight-lipped smile. "It was me," she said. "On the 31st of October, 1981."

~*~

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville and Colin entered the deserted Dining Hall and sat at a table, laying out what Colin, Hermione and Neville had found in the library.

"I found some stuff on Mensi Vinci," Neville said, opening a notebook. "But it's not a lot, and doesn't tell us how Snape would have learnt to use it."

"What is it?" Ron asked, leaning forwards.

"It's basically latin for Mind Conquer," Neville replied.

"Well, I guess that makes sense," Harry said. "The spell forced Voldemort out of my mind."

Suddenly Hermione sat up straight. "Do you think Snape was forcing Voldemort out of your mind and into his?"

Ron looked at her, horrified. "You think Snape was trying to pull Voldemort into his own mind?"

"But remember what happened when Snape said the incantation?" She asked eagerly. "Voldemort's red beam- which was touching the spell from Harry's wand, and presumably helping Voldemort gain access to his mind- moved and connected with Snape's wand."

Harry nodded. "It did," he agreed. "What else did you find out, Neville?"

Neville looked back at his notes. "Well, it's largely associated with the Dark Arts," he said, "although there have been noteable good wizards and witches who have successfully used it, like Nicolas Flammel and Bridget Wenlock."

"And Severus Snape," Harry murmured. He glanced down at his watch. "Merlin, it's 4 o'clock. I wanted to duck into some shops in Hogsmeade before going home," he grumbled.

"We can go now," Hermione said. "We have our notes, we don't need anything else here, do we?"

"I don't think so."

The group gathered up their belongings and stood up, leaving the room. They paused in the Great Hall, savouring the view of one of their favourites places on Earth.

"This is the one place I feel completely safe," Colin admitted.

"Me too," Harry echoed. He turned and looked back down the hall as it disappeared into the bowels of the castle. He gazed at the stairs that wound their way up the walls... there was the hall that lead to the Gryffindor Tower... and those were the stairs to the hospital wing... Merlin, how many times had he used that room? There were the steps that lead to the Astronomy Tower... he shook his head slightly, his heart suddenly aching to be back in the Gryffindor common room with Hermione arguing with Ron over homework, or even back in the Potions Dungeon, with Snape glaring at him. Yes, the world was safer now, and life was pretty good- Draco Malfoy aside. But Hogwarts was the first home he'd ever had. His classmates the first family he'd ever had. Dumbledore, the first father he'd ever had. This was the first place he'd ever been truly happy. He swallowed a lump in his throat and blinked rapidly a few times before turning back to the door. "Let's go," he said, leading the way out.

~*~

"Oh, come on," Tonks groaned, rolling her eyes at one of Fred's jokes. He merely grinned patiently, waiting for the POP of the Popping Candy Cane Tonks held her in her hand, which made her shriek and jump backwards, tripping backwards over the armrest of the lounge chair.
Tonks and Remus were at the Weasleys for tea, and Molly and Fleur were working away in the kitchen, while Remus, Bill and Arthur were talking in the backyard. George and Fred were keeping Tonks entertained while Ginny watched from the couch, the four of them impatient for Ron, Hermione and Harry to return. Suddenly a few cracks came from the backyard. Glancing at each other, they hardly paused before running out the back door. They burst into the backyard to see Remus enveloping Harry in a huge hug, while Bill greeted Ron with a hug and Hermione with a kiss on the cheek. Molly poked her head out the window at all the commotion.

"Oh, it's about time you three got back!" she called. "Come in for dinner, it's freezing out there!"

The group trudged inside, chattering away about the day's events. Harry gave Ginny the bag of sweets he'd bought from Zonko's, while Hermione told Tonks what they'd discovered about Mensi Vinci. As the group settled around the dinner table, Fleur passed behind Harry's chair. She bent down and whispered in his ear.

"Professor McGonagall came by today looking for you," she said. "She left a package which I've put in your room with a note from Percy," she added.

"Percy came by?" Harry asked, surprised, turning to face Fleur. She nodded and continued on her way, sitting beside Bill at the other end of the table. Harry frowned slightly, deep in thought, until Ron nudged him.

"You not eating mate?" he asked, indicating to his full plate and Harry's empty one.

"Oh," Harry said with realisation. He leant forward and piled his plate up, suddenly realising he was starving.

"How did your day go, Harry?" Remus asked over his dinner.

"Good," Harry nodded. "Found out about what my wand did."

"Oh?" Remus asked, a question on his face.

"Recognise 'love as fierce as fire... can't be doused by water'?"

"Of course," Remus murmured, realisation dawning on his face.

"What's it from?" Harry asked, curious.

"Ah," Remus chuckled, "a children's rhyme. You should be able to find it in The Tales of Beedle the Bard, I'm sure Molly has a copy around here somewhere."

"The Tales of what?"

"Beedle the Bard. A popular wizarding children's book," Hermione interrupted, listening to the conversation.

"How do you know about it?" Harry exclaimed.

Hermione gave him a look. "Well, I have been part of the wizarding world for nine years now, Harry," she said witheringly.

"Well, so have I!" Harry retorted.

"She probably read about it in Hogwarts: A history or something," Ron chuckled, overhearing them. Hermione gave him a slight glare and returned to her meal.

"Well then, where did you hear about it?" Ron asked. Hermione simply gave him a look, turning slightly pink, and took a bite of pumpkin. "Well then?" he prompted.

"I read about it in Hogwarts: A history," Hermione said quietly, swallowing her food. Ron let out a burst of uproarious laughter, then immediately stifled it upon seeing Hermione's affronted look.

"Oh, I'm sorry Mione," Ron said gently, still evidently stifling his laughter. "But come on, you do have to admit it's a little bit funny. You've learnt everything from that book."

Hermione's look softened a bit, but she didn't reply before returning to her meal.

"And Mensi Vinci?" Remus asked, pulling Harry's attention back to him.

"It means 'Mind Conquer'," Harry said. "Don't know much else past that, but apparently I have a package from Snape waiting in my room. McGonagall says it'll explain things."

"Ah," Remus said, nodding. "Did she say what was in it?"

"A vial, and some letters."

"A vial?" Remus raised his eyebrows slightly. "Oh yes... of course..." he murmured, more to himself than anyone else.

"Do you know what it is?" Harry asked.

Remus shrugged. "I think so, but I don't know what it's about."

"Guess you'll have to wait to find out," Ron said with a shrug.

~*~

Harry sat on his bed, looking at the package in his hands.

"Well?" Ron asked. "You going to open it?"

"I guess so," Harry said. He tore open the paper and two envelopes fell out, along with a small vial. Ron's eyes widened.

"Of course!" He exclaimed. "It's a memory. Harry, we need to find a penseive, that's-"

"Wait," Harry said. He had one of the envelopes open and was reading it. He looked up at Ron and licked his lips. "This is from my Dad," he said hoarsley.

"Your Dad?" Ron whispered. "But I thought he was-"

"He is," Harry said. "He wrote this before he died and- and Snape's made sure I got it."

"Wow," Ron murmured. "What's it about?"

Harry read the letter out to Ron.

Dear Harry,

I know I can't take anything for granted in these times. We are in hiding from Voldemort, and I'm terribly sorry if we aren't around to watch you grow up. You're an extraordinary child, already hovering around on your toy broom, and I'm sure you'll be a fighter, not one to give in to the likes of Voldemort easily.

I want you to have my invisibility cloak and penseive. Professor Dumbledore has my cloak at the moment, I'm sure he will give it to you if I'm not around to collect it. My penseive is in Dumbledore's office. He will know when to give it to you.

Harry, I suppose you will meet Severus Snape one day- Dumbledore has assured him of a position back at Hogwarts when all this is over with. It's thanks to him we're in hiding. I suppose he feels terribly guilty, and so he should. He adores Lily, I know he does, even more than he adores his Dark Arts. He never realised he'd put Lily in any danger. He doesn't want her to die. He doesn't want you to die. He warned Dumbledore, who put us in hiding. I tend to think he's a slimy git- Lily would have my head if she knew I was saying those things in front of you- but I suppose Lily used to think the same of me.

Anyway, I think I can hear you waking up, and your mother's asleep on the couch, so I suppose I had better make sure that broom is out of your sight before you manage to climb your way out of your cot. Be good, Harry. If you ever need anyone, Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape will help. You could always try the Weasleys or the Longbottoms. They both have boys around your age. However, I seem to remember you yanking Ron Weasley's hair the one time you met him.

Love always,

Dad

There was silence for a moment as Harry and Ron digested what they'd read. Harry looked up to see Ron softly rubbing a patch on his head.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Always wondered why my hair was a bit thinner there," he mumbled. Harry snorted a bit before turning back to the letter.

"The penseive in Dumbledore's office is... mine?" he asked softly.

"Maybe the one we've used isn't... maybe yours is somewhere else in there," Ron said.

"But why didn't Dumbledore already give it to me?" Harry frowned.

Ron smiled slightly. "Maybe that's the one thing he didn't have planned out," he said with a chuckle. "What's the other letter?"

Harry picked up the second envelope and tore it open. He picked up the parchment that slipped out and read it out loud to Ron.

Harry,

I suppose this is as good a time as any for you to get these. James gave me this letter two days before he died. I don't know what it contains, but I know it's important.

The vial will explain what I did in the graveyard. I am not prone to revealing my history to people, so don't presume that you will learn a terribly large amount about me. It will explain the history that concerns you and that is all.

It is probably prudent to remind you that your father was a mischief maker in most areas of life.

Severus

"I suppose this means another trip to Hogwarts," Harry said. Suddenly a thought occured to him. "Hey, is there a letter from Percy in here?"

Ron glanced down at the floor and spied the envelope that had fallen off Harry's bed.

"Here it is," he said, bending down to pick it up. Harry took it off him and ripped it open.

Dear Harry,

Security at the Awards Night has been doubled. Conrad Mitchell, Shacklebolt's assistant, is in charge of security for the night. He is as trustworthy as Kingsley and as paranoid as Alastor Moody. I am sure everything will be fine.

Regards,
Percy.

Ron burst into laughter. "Did he really just call Moody paranoid?" he howled.

"Well, he is," Harry pointed out.

"Yeah, but since when does Percy say that about someone in authority?"

Harry grinned when he realised Ron was right.

"It's definitely going to be an interesting night."

~*~

The young witch with dusty-blond hair stepped into the dark shop in Diagon Alley, closing the door behind her.

"Tom?" she called out. "Tom, you here?"

Bartholomew Peverell stuck his head out of one of the back doors in the shop. "Oh, there you are," he said with a smile. "Are you coming back to Godric's Hollow with me tonight? Jane will want to see you. She wants to take you down to Lily's grave."

The girl smiled softly. She hadn't seen her sister Jane in about 3 years. Jane had promised her since she was a little girl that one day she'd take her to see the Potters' grave. She'd only been 2 years old when Jane had moved out of home, since Jane was 20 years older. Tom, being only 6 years older, had been around a lot more during her childhood.

"Yeah, I'll come with you," she said. Tom grinned and disappeared into the back room.

"Oh, and Tab," he said, poking his head back out, "don't forget Mum's book we promised to bring back for her."

Tabitha nodded and ran her eyes along the stack of books Tom had left on the counter. She could hear him rustling around in the back room, packing things to take back home.

"I saw Harry today," she called back to him.

"Really?" he asked. "I saw him the day there was all that commotion with the Death Eater."

"He was here with his friends," she said. "They came in early then went down to St Mungo's for a while. Then he came back and met a few more friends for lunch before disapparating to Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts?" Tom's face reappeared round the doorframe, with a frown. "What for?"

Tabitha shrugged as she pulled a few books from the pile. "Something weird happened with his wand. I think he wanted to talk to McGonagall about it." She heard Tom sigh from the back room.

"You should really go back to Hogwarts, Tabby," he said.

"I don't want to," she insisted. "Not since that war."

"Oh, come on," he said. "You only have two years left. It's perfectly safe. Snape wouldn't let anything happen to you."

Tabitha shrugged even though she knew Tom couldn't see her. She knew there were few other people in the world Severus Snape would go to such lengths to protect as her, but that didn't help.

"Something happened to Lily, didn't it?"

Tom's face shot back around the corner. "Don't talk about it in that way," he hissed. Tabby glared at him.

"I'll bet people would have said Snape wouldn't let anything happen to Lily either. But something did."

"Tabitha!" Tom yelled. She jumped slightly, unused to hearing Tom use her full name or raise his voice.

"Why does Snape want to protect me so much, anyway?" she muttered.

"Why would Snape have wanted to protect Lily?" he shot back.

"He loved her, you know that," she replied, following him into the back room.

"And who told you that?" he asked, a slightly uneasy look flitting across his face for a second. She put her hands on her hips, slightly put out.

"Jane used to tell me what Snape and Lily were like at school."

"Jane's three years younger than Snape and Lily."

"Lily was a prefect, and head girl. Everyone knew what she was up to. And you know Jane."

Tom nodded. That was true. He did know Jane. She'd idolised her older cousin, James, and when James had taken an interest in Lily, Jane had paid close attention to her too.

"So why would Snape pay special attention to me?" the seventeen-year-old persisted. Tom grimaced at the tone in her voice. She wasn't giving up.

"You know, Tabs," he said. "He mightn't have liked James, but when Jane and Lily became friends, he automatically looked out for her too. Jane became Lily's family when James and Lily got married. Snape was looking out for Lily's family too."

"He didn't look out for you as much as he did for me."

"I was a boy. I didn't need him to watch out for me."

Tabitha crossed her arms with a huff. She'd grown up hearing about her cousin, James Potter- and of course his wife Lily and son Harry- but to her, that didn't explain why Lily's admirer would specifically watch out for her.

"Did you find that book?" Tom's voice broke into her thoughts.

"Yeah, it's in my bag," she said.

"Good. I think I'm set. Grab the Floo powder, will you? I need to remember to buy some more when we get back."

Tabitha picked up the Floo powder from behind the counter and followed Tom to the fireplace. Two minutes later, the siblings were back at home in Godric's Hollow.

~*~

"Harry, are you sure you want to go today?" Ginny asked. It was the morning of the thirtieth, and Harry was ready to head back to Hogwarts.

"Yes," he said. "I want to get this out of the way before the Awards Ceremony, so we can relax and have fun."

Ginny shrugged and finished her breakfast. "Are Ron and Hermione coming?"

Harry let out a yawn and took another mouthful of coffee. "Yeah. So's Colin. Neville has to look after Cassie today."

"Speaking of such people, we really have to find Colin a girl," Ginny said. Harry almost sprayed coffee out his nose and he stifled a burst of laughter.

"What?" Ginny asked, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"What in the name of Merlin made you think of that?" Harry exclaimed.

Ginny shrugged. "It's true, though," she insisted. Harry could only shake his head, and that was how Ron and Hermione found them two minutes later.

"Ready to go?" Hermione asked brightly.

"All set," Harry said, standing to his feet. The foursome headed out of the house and down the driveway, until they could Apparate to Hogsmeade to meet Colin.

~*~

"Why Mr Potter, what a lovely surprise," Professor McGonagall said as they entered the Entrance hall. The headmistress had been on her way out of the Great hall when she'd seen them walk in. "Oh, Miss Weasley, I'm so glad you're up and about again."

"Thankyou, Professor," Ginny said with a smile.

"Now, how can I help you all?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"I just got a letter written by my dad," Harry said. McGonagall slightly pursed her lips but nodded. "It said he was leaving a penseive to me... and said it was in Dumbledore's office."

McGonagall hesitated for a moment as she surveyed the group. At long last she nodded. "Follow me," she said, turning and heading down the hall. Harry looked back at his friends with a shrug before following her.

"Do you think she knows about it?" Colin asked quietly.

"She didn't appear confused or anything," Hermione observed.

"No, she's certainly aware of it," Ginny agreed. They came to a stop outside the door to McGonagall's office.

"Turkish delight," the headmistress murmured under her breath, and the door opened to let them up the stairs.

"Mmm, turkish delight," Ron said. "Good choice, Professor."

McGonagall nodded curtly before entering her office. Ron and Hermione entered the room after her, and Harry jumped to catch a stone flower pot that Ron knocked as he brushed past it.

"Now, a penseive, you say," she murmured, heading over to the desk. She lifted up Dumbledore's old penseive and placed it on the desk.

"This one is unequivocally Albus's," the headmistress started, "but feel free to look around the room. I remember Dumbledore taking the penseive from Godric's Hollow a few weeks before you went into hiding, Harry, but haven't a clue where he left it. Goodness knows how many secrets lie in here. I don't understand the half of the contraptions Albus stored in here." She sat back at her desk and pulled out some papers. Harry and the others stood hesitantly, afraid to move. McGonagall looked up at them above her glasses. "Well, carry on," she said expectantly.

Harry directed a glance towards Ron, before moving the group to the other side of the room.

"Well, where to start?" Ginny asked softly. Harry looked up at boxes sitting atop the many shelves in the room.

"Hermione and Ron... can you look through all those things Dumbledore kept on his shelves... Colin, you and Ginny and I can look through all those boxes."

Hermione nodded and dragged Ron across to the other side of the room to look through the assortment of contraptions that littered the place. Colin, Ginny and Harry levitated a number of boxes from their places on top of bookshelves and began gently prying them open.

"I can't help but think we shouldn't be doing this," Ginny said softly. "Would Dumbledore have let us look through all these things?"

"Well, he's not here to tell us what to do next, is he?" Harry responded. He put his hands into the box before him and gently pulled out a large, pyramid-shaped purple object. He blew off what little dust had collected on it and ran his fingers over the engravings on it. "What in the name of Merlin is this?" he murmured.

Colin looked up from his place beside Ginny. "I wish we had the time to figure that out," he said, "but I think we should really only be looking for this penseive of yours."

The room stayed silent for the next fifteen minutes, apart from the odd whirrings and chimes of the contraptions on Dumbledore's old tables around the room.

"Found anything?" Ron asked from across the room. Ginny sat back against the wall, something in her hand.

"I found a satchel with a few little vials in it," she said. "But nothing to indicate they're Harry's. I think the memories are either old or corrupt though... they seem black rather than silvery-blue."

McGonagall looked up from her desk, her eyes piercing the vials Ginny held in her hand.

"Those, my dear," she said, as she stood from her desk, "are not memories. Those are emotions."

"Emotions?" Ron asked, slightly repulsed by the idea. "Someone removed their emotions?"

"Oh, not permanently," McGonagall said, stooping to take the vials off Ginny. "Just temporary ones. Say someone was feeling particularly angry, they could remove some of that anger... bottle it up... not a good idea, I'm afraid. Emotions, bottled up at all, will never go away. The only way to dispose of them is to deal with them in your heart."

"So... what emotion are those?" Hermione asked, analysing the black mist floating within the small vials.

"Guilt," McGonagall said softly, a slight sound of disapproval creeping into her voice.

"Not... not Professor Dumbledore's?" Hermione asked, slightly aghast.

"Definitely Professor Dumbledore's," McGonagall said glumly.

"If people can remove emotions like that, why don't they do it more?" Ginny asked.

"Can anyone guess that?" the elderly witch asked.

"Like you said, it's unwise," Hermione said. "It's not natural to deal with emotions that way. I suppose it probably takes advanced magic to do it, too."

"Very good," McGonagall said. "Advanced magic which doesn't often get taught anymore, due to its danger."

"So why did Professor Dumbledore do it?" Colin piped up.

"Wisdom comes from mistakes," McGonagall said. "I do believe Professor Dumbledore used to say that, due to his unnatural intelligence, his mistakes were correspondingly huger."

"What did he do to feel that guilty though?" Ron asked, still awestruck by the concept.

McGonagall pursed her lips. "Something to make him guilty enough to understand his limits... to enable him to use his abilities wisely."

"It was Ariana, wasn't it?" Hermione asked.

McGonagall looked up, surprised. "You've been talking with Aberforth, haven't you?"

Hermione nodded.

"Who's Ariana?" Ron asked.

"I'll explain it to you later," Hermione said, returning to the task of finding Harry's penseive. McGonagall turned from the group, taking Dumbledore's vials with her and putting them away in the desk.

~*~

Half an hour later they were still no closer to finding anything that remotely resembled a pensieve.

"Professor," Hermione said, "is a pensieve always bowl-shaped?"

McGonagall looked up, slightly surprised. "Why, I've never seen one shaped differently," she replied. Hermione sat back against the wall, exasperated with the fruitless search. Her eyes flicked around the room. Ron was trying to read the inscription on a small stone box he'd found, while Ginny was perusing some old maps which appeared to be of Hogwarts. Colin and Harry were in the process of emptying another box in their pile. Hermione continued her visual tour of the room, taking in the red and pink blossoming flowers in the pot Ron had almost knocked over earlier.

"Who gave you the flowers, Professor?" Hermione asked, a hint of uncharacteristic cheekiness creeping into her voice.

"Oh, they weren't given to me," McGonagall replied, a slight smile playing at her lips as she realised Hermione's implication. "Dumbledore planted those shortly before he died. I imagine he's put some type of charm on them to keep them alive."

Hermione stood up and walked across the room, lifting the pot of flowers off their pedestal and placing it on the floor, sitting down beside them. Something about the flowers was familiar to her. Had Dumbledore used this type of flower for something before? She stared at them a moment longer, before it dawned on her.

"The pensieve," she whispered. "Harry, I found your penseive!"

Everyone in the room looked up from their positions. She pointed to the pot the flowers were in.

"That's no ordinary flower pot," Hermione said. "That's a penseive, Harry."