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Chapter Two
The Missing Memories
Harry let go of the body and looked with wonder at the memories on the floor. He had always assumed that he had gotten all the memories Snape had let go of. Never did he dream that the body would have hidden some of his thoughts.
Hermione and Ron carefully put the body aside and looked at the area Harry was staring. They too looked at the memories with shock.
“Harry, I thought that you got all the memories. I thought I saw you get all the memories.” Ron sounded confused.
“It’s obvious, Ronald. His body was covering them up. Here you go,” Hermione added, giving Harry another flask.
One more, Harry collected the memories on the floor. When he finished, the trio left the shack, carefully carrying Snape’s body.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione went to the Great Hall, where they put down their load.
“Come on.” Harry told his friends, who had just sat down at a table to rest.
“Now where are we going?” Ron asked as he and Hermione got back to their feet.
“Let’s go to the headmaster’s office. It’s time to show you Snape’s memories, now that we have new ones to add.” Harry answered, walking up the stairs to the office that now belonged to McGonagall.
Ron and Hermione hurried behind him until he stopped in front of the gargoyle guarding the office.
“Is Professor McGonagall in there?” Harry asked it.
“Yup,” answered the stone.
With that, Hermione conjured another silvery Patronus, this time, to ask Professor McGonagall whether they could go into her office.
Almost right after the otter disappeared, a new silver animal appeared. It was a tabby cat that spoke with McGonagall’s voice. “The password is Dumbledore,” it informed them.
“Dumbledore,” Harry told the gargoyle, which moved out of the way.
The trio climbed up the spiral stairs and entered the room. McGonagall was sitting at her desk. She motioned for them to wait a second, and she tied a letter to an owl. When she finished, she looked at the three of them.
“What can I do for you three?” she asked them crisply.
“Can we use the Pensieve?” Harry questioned. When she looked confused, he held up the flask he carried.
She nodded, went to the cabinet where it always stayed, and pulled out the shallow basin with the markings around the edge. She put it onto the desk.
“When I came in, there were memories already stored. I didn’t move them out,” she cautioned them.
“I put the memories in.” Harry replied.
He carefully poured the new memories in, where they combined with the ones already inside.
“After you,” he told his friends.
One after another, they nervously bent over the stone basin and fell into the memories. Harry followed them, bending over the Pensieve and seemingly flew through nothing until his feel touched the ground.
Once more, Harry went through all the memories. Each time Harry glanced at his friends between memories, Hermione and Ron seemed confused, and when Snape called Lily a mudblood, they both looked enraged that a teacher used such a foul word as a child. Once they reached the memory where he apologized, the two finally comprehended what the memories meant and their faces showed it. Then, the scene changed to a new memory, one Harry hadn’t seen.