Amelia Bones' private study was a very apt reflection on said woman's personality. It was very spartan, almost bare. While the walls were made of the same bone white color scheme, as was the floor and ceiling, there was very little in the way of amenities. Harry could see a large desk in front of a book case containing scrolls of some kind, two chairs in front of the desk, and a low-standing table in the center of the room that had two couches on either side of it. There were very few pictures or anything on the walls to indicate the room was even used, just four magical photos of Madam Bones, Susan, and Susan's parents located on the desk.
As Harry surveyed his new surroundings, his attention was inexplicably drawn to what looked like a shallow stone basin sitting on the table in the center of the room. He had never seen anything quite like it before. It could have almost been mistaken for an ancient bowl used by nomadic tribes before the age of iron came about. However, Harry could tell almost immediately that it was not something so basic as that.
Runes. Several runes were carved into it's side. They moved in what looked like a never ending chain of patterns around the object.
Harry recognized the runes, they were Nordic, though their meaning was lost on him. If he were to run a literal translation of the runes, it would be along the lines of 'Unveiling the third eye of the inner mind to those who would seek the council of others'. It was a very rough translation, and not entirely accurate, but that was the gist of what the runes said when combined.
Perhaps even stranger than the runes themselves was the liquid inside of the stone basin. It did not look like liquid at all. In fact, if Harry did not know any better, he would almost believe that the swirling mass of silvery liquid was some kind of gas. The liquid had an almost cloud-like quality to it that made him think of vapors that could be found when burning incense.
At a gesture from Madam Bones, Harry and Susan sat down on one of the couches while the department head took a seat across from them. Once the two were comfortable, she then gestured towards the bowl. "Do you know what this is?"
"No," Harry shook his head as Susan remained silent. "I can't say I've ever seen anything like it before either." Much as he did not like to admit to containing a lack of knowledge, he was smart enough not to downplay his short comings. He knew there was a lot about the wizarding world he still had yet to learn, knowledge he did not possess, items and objects that he did not know existed. This was likely just one instance of many.
"This is what's called a Pensieve," Madam Bones began to explain. "It's an object that is used to review memories."
"I see," Harry immediately caught on to where this was going. "And you want to see the memory of my confrontation with Voldemort."
"Yes."
Harry nodded. That would actually make this situation much easier. Harry had been wondering how he would be able to properly convey the danger Voldemort possessed with words alone. If she actually saw for herself what happened rather than have him try to explain it she may come to realize the threat the man posses better than if he were to simply tell her his tale.
It would also help validate what happened to him. Right now, all Madam Bones had to go on was his words on what happened via Susan. And while Harry was sure she trusted her niece, the potential of the dark lords return to the living was something that would bring terror to the world of magic at just the thought. How could she possibly believe him if he didn't have any proof other than his words?
"Very well," he said after a few seconds of thought. His eyes focused once more on Madam Bones. "How would we go about showing my memory of the event in this Pensieve?"
At his words, Madam Bones stood up and made her way over to him. Harry and Susan both watched as she knelt down, wand in hand.
"What I am going to do is place my wand at your temple. I want you to focus on the events you wish to show in as much detail as you can. I will than be able to extract the memory, place it in a pensive, and then watch it."
"Sounds simple enough," Harry quickly conjured up the memory of his confrontation with Voldemort from the moment he entered the chamber with the stone to the moment Voldemort tried to possess him. "I'm ready."
"Then let's proceed," Amelia said, placing her wand at his temple.
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