The Anger .

"How in Merlin's name did you remember that?" asked Sirius.

"Oh," said Harry, snapping back to the present. "I have an eidetic memory. I remember everything. I also have a full mindscape and am very skilled at Occlumency. The latter helps me keep the eidetic memory organised."

"You," stuttered Sirius. "You have a full mindscape at eleven?"

"Actually, I've had a full mindscape since I was about eight," replied Harry. "The eidetic memory allowed me to develop the mindscape, and the mindscape allows me to control the eidetic memory. Which then allowed me to improve the mindscape. Which, in turn, allows me to improve the storage of memories. It's kind of a self-perpetuating 'neuro-mutualism'. That is, each benefits the other and supports the other.

"The mind healer at Saint Mungo's said he's never seen the like on someone so young. He was the one who identified what's going on in my head as a fully formed and functional mindscape. And then helped me on my way to both rebuild it and make significant improvements on it in the case of occluding my mind from Legilimencers."

"Sirius," called Cygnus. When Sirius looked at him he said, "It was Harry's memories that were played at your trial. Harry's memories from when he was fifteen months old." Turning back to look at Harry with a look of awe on his face, Sirius asked, "You remember everything?"

"Yep," grinned Harry. "Do you want me to give Cygnus the memory for his pensieve I have of you with my infant pacifier stuck in your mouth and you unable to remove it?"

Sirius looked at Harry with a look not unlike horror.

"Well, I, of course, didn't understand what was happening at the time," shrugged Harry. "I now know it was a burst of accidental magic."

Sirius snorted and said, "Harry was fussing. Lily was in the kitchen preparing his dinner while I was trying to keep him occupied. I kept putting his dummy in his mouth and little Lord Fauntleroy here kept taking it out and trying to give it to me. "I didn't mind as it kept him occupied. However, Harry seemed to be getting annoyed that I wasn't sticking it in my mouth.

"Next thing I know he's holding the dummy out to me like he's trying to shove it at me, but I kept just out of his reach. He makes this grunt sound with a frown on his face and the bloody dummy leaps out of his fingers and plants itself in my gob.

Chuckling, Harry said, "The look on Sirius's face when it happened, though. Priceless."

"I then reached to pull it back out of my mouth and found I couldn't budge it," said Sirius now with a slight grin on his own face with unfocussed eyes, remembering. "The surround of the dummy was fused to my lips. I kept trying to pull it out, though. I even took out my wand and tried a Finite Charm, but it didn't work. "I tried to call for Lily but the only sounds I could make were quite muffled. Harry was giggling away almost hysterically and that brought Lily into the room.

"She took a few seconds to work out what had happened and then she started laughing. I, on the other hand, was getting both annoyed and frantic trying to remove the - offending object."

Laughing, Harry said, "So, here was Sirius, gesticulating wildly. A well-dressed pureblood trying to stand tall and proud like a true pureblood heir, with a baby's light blue pacifier stuck firmly in his gob with a ribbon hanging from it. It was bloody hilarious!

"Even Mum thought so. She tried a couple of times to cancel the magic that caused the dummy to be stuck there, but couldn't undo whatever it was that I'd done. Trouble is, she was also laughing too hard to properly concentrate.

"After about three or four minutes she had just about lost it completely and was laughing so hard she had tears running down her cheeks, and had developed a dose of hiccups. Sirius got really annoyed and stormed out of the room."

Daphne was trying very hard not to laugh but was snorting in amusement while blushing. Cygnus, however, was roaring with laughter.

"I apparated to Saint Mungo's," said Sirius with a fond smile. "It was the most embarrassing day of my life.

I did hook up with a pretty nurse, as a result, though."

"It's also one of my most treasured memories," said Harry. "After Sirius left, Dad came home and had to give Mum a Calming Draught to get any worthwhile information out of her. As soon as he could get her to tell him what happened he said he had to go and find Sirius to make sure he was alright. He also said he wanted to take 'photographic evidence of the foul crime'. Mum accused him of just wanting blackmail material.

"It wasn't long after that, I think, they bound my magic down. But I must've been asleep when they did it, because I don't remember it happening."

"It was only a few days later," sighed Sirius. "The fact it took a team of specialists to unravel the sticking charm you used to stick the pacifier in my mouth was worrying to your parents. Though they didn't like it, they knew your magical power had to be bound down a fair bit in case you caused some accidental magic that harmed someone and no one could undo it. "That was also about a week before Potter's Cottage was attacked. Only James, Lily and myself knew about your magic being bound."

"Well, that's one probable explanation for why my magic was never unbound," replied Harry with a sigh.

"Yes, but it still should have been detected when you went in for your inoculations at Saint Mungo," said Cygnus.

"Errr..." said Harry a bit sheepishly.

"You - were never taken in for your inoculations, were you?" asked Cygnus.

"No," replied Harry. "However, I received them while I was in there after what happened at the Sorting Feast.

"Well, at least they're done," said Cygnus. "Yet another thing that old fool should have seen to as your magical guardian, and didn't."

"Anyway," said Harry flipping his hand in a throwaway gesture. "This has gotten us completely off-topic; the prophecy. What do I need to do to find out what the prophecy states?"

"You'll need to visit the Prophecy Hall in the Department of Mysteries," replied Cygnus. "There's only a few people who can touch the orb that contains a memory recording of the prophecy."

"And, who are they?" asked Harry.

"The one who gave the prophecy, the one who heard it and from whom the memory was likely taken, and those the prophecy is about. That means Sybil Trelawney, Albus Dumbledore, you and whoever TMR is," replied Sirius. "Once the prophecy orb is on the shelf not even the Unspeakables can access it - reportedly."

"But that's not to say they're not already aware of what the prophecy is or states, before the memory was placed in the orb," mused Harry. "Therefore, they'd not need to access the orb."

Sitting forward again, he said, "Still; I guess we should make arrangements for me to hear the damnable thing."

The next morning The Seven were sitting together at breakfast when Hedwig flew in bearing Harry's copy of that morning's Daily Prophet. Unshrinking and unfolding it he saw the lead story was, of course, the sacking of Dumbledore as Chief Warlock, Britain's representative on the ICW and as Supreme Mugwump.

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