@lyrablack1883: "Of memory long lost forgotten". Memory is a fickle thing, especially children's memory. It's not certain at what point, your mind started to record your life. when Harry started to dream of a gentle humming and a familiar figure, he thought it was merely his imagination. Until the dream becomes more vivid each day. When the wand's tip touched his forehead, he managed to extract it. It was actually a memory long lost forgotten. He drop the silver strand to a pensieve in his office, and plunged his head in it. The memory begin, at first he couldn't see anything, then a gentle humming surrounded the space, and in front of him he could see a figure, it was his mother, young and alive just like the one he saw that day in the mirror. "Mum?" He whisper. The figure didn't move and continue to hum the same song. The baby in her arm opened his eyes. Harry saw himself, this version of him didn’t have the ugly lightning scar that marred his face. Harry step closer and watch his mother cradled him so softly. The image burned into his eyes and he struggled to keep his breathing even. Despite this, he continue to watch this version of himself along with his mother closely. ‘We do have the same eyes’, Harry thought. The same shade of forest green. All his life he would hear the same phrase, and years seeing it through the mirror, photographs and ghost, he knows it’s a fact. but to see it in real person side by side, it filled his chest with warmth. He watched the memory played out, and his mother softly caressed his cheek. She seemed to be saying something, but the memory didn’t catch it. Harry strained his ears and watch her mother’s mouth, trying to decipher her words. But then he heard her laugh. For a second his thought was filled, about the fact that most of his youth, he was haunted by her scream and now he get to hear this. The tears he held back, streamed freely falling into the memory. He was reminded again that- He was loved He was loved He was loved. And no one is going to take it away again from him. He doesn’t want to forget this. The memory is going to end, the space began to disintegrate. The last thing Harry saw was of his mother holding tightly to his little frame. Just like she did that night, when the morning never came. #lilyevans #harrypotter #hptiktok #hptok #animatic #marauders #marauderstok #lilypotter

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