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Okay, I know I really shouldn't start another story and I know it's been done before but my sister really wants me to do this one. So, this one's for you Mini Sniffles!

Chapter One: The Locked Room

Fred glanced mischievously at his cousin James. "Hey, did you see that door?"

"The locked one?" James' brown eyes shone with a bright glint. The Weasleys and Potters were spending the holidays at Number 12 Grimauld Place and it was chaos. In fact, Percy, who'd made a big deal of planning it all out, had been extremely surprised when they all fit with no more than three people sharing a room.

Fred winked and slipped over to the door. It was approximately nine at night so they were definitely not allowed out. But that also meant no one was watching them. Fred, despite his talent as a mischief maker, stepped on the creaky floorboard.

The noise was so loud that Louis bolted straight up in his bed, "Fred! James!" He growled angrily, but softly, "What are you doing?"

James crept over to the door and Fred eased it open, ignoring their cousin's whispered complaints. Outside, the hall was dark. If he hadn't spent so much time pranking at night, James doubted he would have kept going.

"Seriously, tell me where you're going!" Louis' voice was a little louder now and James glanced anxiously around.

"Promise you won't tell?"

"Of course," James could practically tell Louis, with his bright red hair and clear blue eyes, was rolling his eyes, "I may not spend my every second breaking rules but I'm no goody two shoes like Molly."

"There's a room that's locked but shines blue, we're going to go investigate."

"That sounds brilliant!"

"Lily!" James groaned at the sound of his sister's voice.

"Duh, we – "

"Wait we?" Fred cut her off praying beyond hope that certain other members of his family weren't with her but –

"Yes, we." The bossy tone of Rose Weasley answered him, "In fact, you three not only managed to wake up me and Lily but also Al, Teddy, Victoire, Hugo, and Lucy thank goodness Molly's an extremely deep sleeper."

"Can we see the room with you?" Lucy broke in hopefully.

"No!"

"Fred! C'mon." Lily began to make her plea when Teddy broke in imperiously.

"If you don't let us come we will go straight to Harry."

James wasn't scared of his father, but his dad would tell his mum and his mum . . . well they weren't called Weasley tempers for no reason. "Fine. Come."

Fred grumbled but continued to lead the way. When they got to the door he turned to James who whipped out a knife. The knife had been a present from his father, the hilt was part of a knife given to his father by Sirius Black and as such, the knife James had held the same properties: it could unlock practically any door.

Carefully, he ran it along the edge and the door opened smoothly. The nine (I think) children crowded in and gasped.

The room was illuminated by various candles the gave off little light but what was really giving off the blue light that had led them to the room was a pensieve in the middle of the room surrounded by an age line.

"Great." Fred muttered and quickly tried to distract himself by looking around the room. His assorted family plus Teddy did the same, examining the shelves holding a strange group of objects.

"Whoa, are those basilisk fangs?"

"What's that pile of twigs over there? It almost looks like an old broom . . ."

"Look! It's Dumbledore's deluminator!"

"Are those feathers, their so white . . . ."

"Guys! Look at this!" Rose held up a wand with lumps of wood spaced equally apart on it, "It feels so powerful . . ."

"Rose! Are you shaking?" Lily asked, fear lacing her voice.

"Quit it Rose, your scaring Lily," Victoire practically floated over to her cousin and snatched the wand away, laying it neatly back down.

"I wonder what's in the pensieve." James said, glancing at it in frustration, "I wish we could see. . ."

"You forget, little Jamey, who you're with." Teddy gave a laugh and walked over the age line. He grasped the pensieve and pulled it over the line. It was full to the brim.

Rose looked at it studiously, "I wonder who's memories are in there?"

"Bet its Uncle Harry's, he hardly ever tells us anything," Hugo spoke up, breaking his customary silence.

"So, anyone wanna take a peek?" Fred said then plunged in himself.

"Hey! Wait up!" James thrust his face in afterwards.

"Boys," Rose said in disgust before grabbing Lily, Victoire, and Lucy's hands and pulling them all in next.

Hugo and Al glanced at Teddy who had a slightly worried look on his face.

"Teddy? Should we not go in?" Al hated to break the rules which made him the exact opposite of his brother, but for things like this, there was nothing more he wanted to do then plunge into his father's memories.

"I'm not sure if we should but I'm definitely going to." And with that, he grasped the two boys left and pulled them in.

I'm uploading the next chapter with this one because it's cruel to give a memory story with no memories but it felt natural to stop the chapter here.

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