Hey guys, I know its been a while. I got really sick over the holidays and then I was having huge computer problems and lost the first copy I'd done of the chapter. Anyway here it is now :) Also, note, the descriptions I've been using of what people look like when Harry's Seeing them are mostly movie versions. Rowling's descriptions of people aren't as detailed as I need to be for Harry's Seeings but if Rowling's description is different to the movie version, I go with the original. So, enjoy

Chapter Thirteen:

'I'm fine, Harry,' Mr Weasley chuckled, 'But perhaps you'd like to lower your wand?'

Harry tilted his head, so that his left ear was pointed at Mr Weasley's voice, but didn't lower his wand.

'There's no one else here, Harry,' he said, softly, trying not to embarrass him. Harry lowered his wand.

'I heard shouting and things being smashed and someone tried to curse me,' he said, confused.

'I was angry and you startled me,' Mr Weasley explained.

'Why are you angry?'

'Percy,' the word sounded strained, like he was struggling not to shout it or he was saying it through gritted teeth.

'What happened?' Harry asked, trying not to be offensive, worried about the ambitious Weasley.

'He's betrayed his family that's what, and I'd appreciate it if you would not mention his name again.'

Harry was thoroughly shocked to hear Mr Weasley talk about his son like this, about anyone like this (well maybe not the Malfoy's but that would be it). He nodded his consent and retreated. 'Sorry to have startled you,' he mumbled and rushed out.

Harry retreated to his bedroom. He was worried about what had happened with Percy but he wasn't going to find out through Mr or Mrs Weasley. In the meantime he might as well do something productive. He found his room, confirmed by Hedwig's sleepy hoot of greeting. Starting from the door he moved left.

There was a wardrobe and another next to that, then a section of blank floor and wall to the corner. He estimated how wide and moved onto the next wall. It was empty except for a portrait which cursed when he bumped it. Reaching the next corner he turned, finding a bedside table. It was almost pushed against the wall, leaving just enough room for Harry to reach the corner without realising it was there. Next to the bedside table were three beds and two bedside tables. Guess I'm still sharing with Ron and Hermione, he thought, unsure whether he was happy or upset about this.

He finished exploring the furniture and made his way back to the beds. There were a trunk at the end of each bed and Harry quickly located his, having had Hermione carved his name in Braille to the top. He pulled out his copy of Quidditch Through the Ages and sat on his bed, running his hand across the familiar dots. Despite his less than fluent Braille abilities, he had practiced often enough with this book that he had no trouble.

There was a knock at his door.

'Harry?' Sirius asked. He sighed, he wanted to be left alone but he wouldn't refuse his godfather.

'Come in,' he invited. He heard the door creak open then closed and the soft click as it shut. The floorboards groaned slightly as Sirius made his way across the floor, his footsteps nearly inaudible. The springs of the bed next to him squeaked and Harry bookmarked his page. He closed his book and turned to his godfather. 'Yes?'

'I just wanted to give you your birthday present.'

Something was placed on Harry's lap. It was a thick box wrapped in some sort of paper. He began to unwrap it.

'I remembered that Hagrid gave you a photo album of James and Lily and obvious you can't look at that anymore so I got you this,' he said as Harry pulled off the cloth and open the box. It was a container, made of a heavy substance. Stone, he concluded from the feel of it. Running his hands around it he found a lot of engravings on the sides but couldn't decipher them. It was circular and surprisingly shallow for how long it was.

'What is it?' Harry asked, confused.

'It's a Pensieve.'

Harry was stunned. He'd seen one in Dumbledore's office the previous year. He didn't know of any other Wizarding family that had one and so presumed they must be rare.

'Took me ages to find one,' Sirius said, 'and much more gold than it's value but it was worth it. I've got some memories here-' Harry felt a number of vials being pressed into his empty hand '-from Remus and I about Lily and James. I'm sure you could ask others that knew them for some more if you want. I know you won't be able to see them but at least you can hear what they were like.'

He carefully placed the Pensieve gently on his bed and his eyes burning stood up. He took a few tentative steps before his foot bumped something and he reached forward. His arms were barely extended before he was enveloped in a tight hug.

'Thank-you,' Harry croaked into his shoulder. They let go and Harry sat back down. He could hear the occasionally sniffle from across the bed but said nothing.

There was a knock at the door and, before Harry could tell whoever it was to piss off, Sirius bid them enter.

'I see Sirius has given you your present,' Remus said, fondly.

Harry nodded happily. 'He'll have to teach me how to use it though,' he said.

'Good, good,' Remus said, happily. 'Now I believe you were going to See me after dinner.'

'Oh yeah! Come here then,' he said, eagerly patting the space next to him, having forgotten due to his earlier annoyance.

'What's this, Remus?' Sirius asked, confused.

'It's a part of my training, being able to recognise people without them having to tell me. Also develops my ability to associate how things feel compared to how they look when I See people I already know,' Harry explained, as Remus sat down. Harry raised his hands, tentatively, and Remus grabbed them, guiding them to his face.

'You're growing a beard,' he commented, deciding to explain he's Seeing so Remus and Sirius could understand a bit better. 'It's rather rough though, the edges aren't being trimmed and it's slightly uneven, so more likely you just haven't shaved in a while. So I won't commit that to memory as it might change. Triangular shaped face, not a very hard jawline but a strong chin. Thin lips. There's a scar here, right above your lips, this is very useful because it won't change and no one else will have it. Quite a few wrinkles around your mouth which might make things tricky because wrinkles are normally found on people older. Kind of flat nose with another scar across the bridge. Eyes are round with a lot of wrinkles at the edges. A couple more scars on your cheeks, deeper scars, these I remember being there. Not all of what I can feel can be seen so it can be tricky sometimes. Cheekbones are prominent but not particularly sharp, you need to eat more, Remus. Hair's thin but hairline's fairly far forward. Mostly straight and medium length, covering half of your ears. Ears are kind of small, with another scar on the right one. Next time I'd just go like this-' he ran one hand down the right side of Remus' face '-and I can feel round eyes, prominent cheekbones, scar, scar, scar, thin lips, strong chin and I know who it is.'

Finished, Harry dropped his hands and fell silent. 'That's pretty cool,' Sirius said, impressed. 'Do it for me,' he said with childlike enthusiasm. Harry chuckled as Remus and Sirius switched places. Sirius grabbed Harry's hands before he even raised them and guided them to his face.

His godfather's face wasn't as thin as he'd expected it to be. Couple of weeks' freedom's done him good, he thought. He traced the carefully style beard and solid, square jaw. He had thin lips, thinner than Remus' and a long upper lip, possibly why he chooses to wear a moustache. Harry traced his cheekbones, soft and hidden, but he knew they would stick out just like Remus' once he's been on the run for a while again. His eyes were almond-shaped and heavy-lidded, under heavy eyebrows. His hairline was fairly far back on his forehead and his hair was relatively well-kept. It was shoulder-length and curly, covering his ears.

'Thanks,' Harry said smiling.

'What would you use to recognise me?' Sirius asked, genuinely curious.

Harry raised his right hand and brushed it down Sirius' face. 'High hairline, long, curly hair, heavy eyebrows, heavy-lidded eyes, understated cheekbones, thin lips, beard, strong jawline,' he counted off the facial features he would use to recognise his godfather. 'I don't need all of that but it helps. I could probably just use your hair and beard.'

The three fell silent and Harry got up to place his present in his trunk.

'Oh yeah, it'd probably be best if you leave that here,' Sirius said. 'It's very expensive and I'm not even sure if students are allowed them at Hogwarts.'

Harry nodded, slightly disappointed but he placed it on his bedside table instead. He turned to the bed and began feeling around for his book. Sirius realised what he was doing and placed it on top of his hands.

'What were you doing?'

'Reading,' Harry answered, picking up his book and showing his godfather. 'Hermione bought me a Braille copy of Quidditch Through the Ages for my birthday.'

'Braille?' Remus queried, confused.

'Yeah, it's a muggle thing. See these raised dots…'

Harry stayed up late teaching Remus and Sirius all about Braille. At some point, someone must have heard them laughing and talking because Hermione and Ron joined them. Hermione instantly began mothering him, telling Remus and Sirius off for keeping him up late and rushing to gather his pyjamas for him. He made a face but consented, too tired to bother fighting her off and, when she was done, crawled into bed.

Harry woke up the next day feeling refreshed and keen to start exploring. Rummaging through his things he found clothes and began to dress himself. It was fairly easy. Hermione had labelled the majority of his clothes with Braille tags and he was getting good at and used to figuring out whether his clothes were inside out before putting them on.

''Arry?' Hermione slurred when he dropped one of his shoes.

'Yeah, I'm fine. Go back to sleep.'

'I forgot to tell you-' she interrupted herself with a yawn, '-Mrs Weasley said you could sleep in today.' She sounded wide awake now and the clicking sounds indicated she was getting clothes out.

'What's everyone else doing?' he asked, dryly, certain this was Mrs Weasley smothering him again.

'Oh just a bit of cleaning,' Hermione said, attempting casually but coming out slightly squeaky.

'Mmm, well I'm up already,' he said, firmly, taking his things to the bathroom for a shower.