I dont care if you think it's 'illogical' or some other smart Hermione word! this story line appealed to me and since you're here, you will read it, and YOU WILL LOVE IT! :D

A twenty five year old Harry Potter walked through the halls of his house, stopping under the doorway. He peered into the darkness, seeing the slow rise and fall of James's breath as he slept peacefully.

Content with what he saw, Harry walked in to the kitchen. It was near midnight and he still couldn't sleep. Ginny laid asleep in their room, her stomach big and round. They were expecting another baby soon. Both knew him to be a boy but they didn't know what to name him. Well, they had decided that his first name would be Albus, but Harry and Ginny were having trouble coming up with a middle name.

"Albus Remus Potter?" Ginny suggested.

"No. . ." Harry trailed off. It didn't feel right. Something about that one didn't sound the way it should. "How about, Albus Fred Potter?" He recalled looking to his wife carefully.

Ginny had shook her head, squinting her eyes shut. "No," she murmured out.

Harry tried again, "Albus. . . Arthur Potter?"

"No. Too many a's."

The couple were puzzled about it. And the baby was due in about a week. They had to decide fast.

Harry tread slowly into the kitchen, sighing long and slow as he walked to the counter, starting the coffee pot. Even now, Harry chose to not always use magic, even if it were for the simplest things.

There was a gentle thud by the window, and Harry turned his head to meet eyes with a large and beautiful barn owl, holding a letter attached to its leg. Harry walked to the window and opened it. The owl held out its leg while Harry took it quickly and unwrapped. He found it to be from a person he hadn't heard from in a long while.

Dear Mr. Potter,

How are you? I apologize for sending you this letter after such a long extension of time. Just recently I found something in my office, and I decided that if anyone was to see what its contents were, it would be you. Please come to my office on Tuesday this week at 8 AM. I will be at the entrance near Hogsmede to greet you.

It will be a pleasure to see you again.

Signed,

Headmaster Minerva McGonnagal

Harry stared over the letter, eyes furrowed in confused shock. What did Professor McGonnagal want with him? It'd been years since he last spoke with her. Years since the fight with Voldemort.

So what now?

Harrry told Ginny the next morning of the letter, reassuring her that he had to go and would be back by dinner, at least. He bid her farewell, kissing her on the cheek and ruffling his son's hair before Apparating in to Hogsmede.

As her letter said, his old professor was standing at the entrance of the school, her hands folded neatly in front of her. Harry smiled as he approached her and shook hands warmly. "Mr. Potter," she greeted, a smile firm on her face. "It is a pleasure to see you once more. You're looking well."

"As are you Professor. It is wonderful to see you also. How have you been?" Harry politely asked, his heart warmed by the reunion of his old professor.

"Fairly well. How is your Transfiguration coming along?" A teasing light shone behind the headmaster's eyes.

Bashfully, Harry answered timidly, smiling uncertainly, "Never was great at Transfiguration. So what is it that you found Professor?" He wanted to get away from the topic of how bad he still was at Transfiguration.

Not minding the quick change of subject, McGonnagal smiled warmly. "Follow me and I'll show you."

Curious and also puzzled, Harry followed her within the school.

It was between classes and students from first to seventh years were in the halls, looking nervously at the floor as they passed the towering adults. However, there were the select few, that as Harry passed, they looked up and stared fixedly at his scar scratched upon his forehead. Harry didn't duck his head in embarrassment in the way he did as a child. Instead he smiled at them in amusement and continued to follow McGonnagal all the way to the gargoyle entrance which led to her office.

"Albus," she directed clearly at the enchanted stone.

The gargoyle slid past and the pair entered the headmaster's (or headmistress's) office. Harry came and stopped in front of the desk as McGonnagal went to a cupboard and pulled out a small flask, where within was a swirling silver substance that was neither liquid nor gas.

"Memories?" Harry murmured, thinking of the Pensieve he hadn't used since he was 17. On the flask before him, his name had been written as 'for Harry' in quick writing.

"I found this here while I was cleaning," she told him. "I can't believe that I didn't find it until now."

"Who's memories are they?" he asked.

"Your guess is as good as mine," the professor answered swiftly. "I haven't opened it."

Harry looked to her briefly. "Why not, Professor?"

"Well it has your name on it doesn't it?" she replied easily, her eyes piercing.

Harry blinked a couple times and he reached for the flask she handed to him. He took it and looked curiously at her. She swept her arm towards the closet where the Pensieve was. "Shall we?"

Harry nodded and they both walked up to the stone artifact. Harry opened the flask and poured out the substance so that it swirled and twisted. The pair leaned their heads forward as a glimmering image of an achingly familiar neighborhood came in view. After digging through his memory, Harry recognized it as Spinner's End, where Snape was raised.

"Ready?" the professor asked.

Harry felt like a boy again. He looked readily to his old teacher, "Ready."

Both plunged their heads in to the water, and Harry was falling. The cold rushed up through him; he breathed in chilled air to his lungs. Harry landed on the ground with a mute thud, and looked both looked up.

There was Snape, in a chair, reading. His face had not yet been marked with lines of age, and he held himself up straighter in his youth. Despite his youth, he crouched in his chair, a heavy air choking the atmosphere around him. He began rocking back and forth in his chair, the wood creaking loudly.

Well, now they knew who's memories it was.