the_debt_of_time

He turned toward the green flames and blinked a few times until he recognised the
face in the fire. "Harry? What are you...? What's happened, is everything all right?"
"Yeah," Harry answered. "I just wondered... I mean, I just fancied a chat with
Sirius."
"He went upstairs to look for Kreacher. I'll call him down," Remus said, getting to
his feet and heading for the stairs. "Sirius!"
"Piss off!"
"It's Harry!"
Sirius appeared, looking down over the bannister, grey eyes wide and panicked.
"What about Harry?"
"He's in the fireplace! Hurry up!"
Sirius rushed back down the stairs, nearly shoving Remus out of the way as he made
his way back toward the kitchen.
"What is it?" he asked urgently, sweeping his hair out of his eyes and dropping to
the ground in front of the fire so that he and Harry were level. Remus knelt down beside
him, concerned. "Are you all right? Do you need help? Is it Umbridge?"
"No," Harry replied, "it's nothing like that. I just wanted to talk... about my dad."
Sirius and Remus shared a look of surprise.
"What do you want to know?"
"I... I was having my Occlumency lessons with Snape, and... I.. ."
"Go on, Harry," Remus encouraged, placing a hand on Sirius's shoulder as he
noticed his friend clenching his fists tightly at the mention of the Potions Master.
"I may have... accidentally... on purpose... sort of... gone into his Pensieve."
Harry cringed as though he were waiting for either of them to start yelling.
"Oh, Harry." Remus sighed. "What did you see?"
"Yeah, son, what did you see?" Sirius inquired, paling slightly.
Remus tried to school his own expression so as not to reveal the panic he was
feeling. There was no telling what Snape could have put into the Pensieve, and
considering Sirius's last encounter with the Slytherin, he was terrified that Snape had bottled
up the memory of the Potter Orchards. Granted, he was certain if Harry had seen that they
would be having a much louder conversation. That and Harry had mentioned wanting to
talk about James.