The Loop

The package came 7 years after the final battle. Wrapped in brown paper, it was large and heavy, carefully wrapped and delivered. It contained no return address.
It arrived shortly before lunchtime. Mrs. Weasley was in the kitchen of The Burrow, stirring a large pot of soup while the bread buttered itself. The atmosphere was light. Harry and Ginny were elated to announce their impending nuptials. After a two year engagement, they had finally set the date for their summer wedding. Ron and Hermione had an announcement of their own. They were expecting their first child in seven months time. Mrs. Weasley was elated to learn of the arrival of her second grandchild. She expected many more after Victorie was born years earlier, and was disappointed at the slow rate in which her child procreated.
“God, I’m starving,” Hermione said, pulling out a chair at the large oak table. She smiled thankfully at Mrs. Weasley, who held out a large bowl of soup for the new mother, and placed plates of bread at either side of the table.
“Starving? You just ate two hours ago!” Ron said, incredulous, surprised someone could actually consume as much food as he did.
“Ronald, I’m eating for two now. I have to keep my strength up.” She said, beaming.
“Just remember, one of you is the size of a peanut, so don’t overdo. We can you getting huge and—“. He was interrupted by a slap to the back of his head.
“Ow! Mum, I was just joking!”
His impending scolding, mercifully, never came. Harry and Ginny arrived, hand and hand, for their lunch date with their family.
“Hi mum!” Ginny said, hugging her mother. “And Hermione! Oh my God, we are so excited for you and Ron.” She dropped her voice a level and leaned in closer, “I am so jealous. I can’t wait until Harry and I are finally married so we can start our family together”.
“What’re we talking about?” Harry asked through a mouthful of bread.
“Nothing dear.” Ginny responded, smiling sincerely.
“Oh Harry! Sit sit. You’ve received a package dear. It’s quite large and heavy. Came just before you arrived!” Mrs. Weasley said, ushering him into a chair.
“A package for me? We’ve lived at 12 Grimmauld Place for years, I wonder why I’d receive something here”. He eyed the package at the end of the table suspiciously. Ron shrugged off his concern.
“It’s probably another gift from one of your admirers. Do you recognize the handwriting?”
“No…” Harry said, checking the tag. It simply read, ‘Please Deliver to Mr. Harry James Potter. –RB”
“It’s probably some panties from another one of your fans.” Ron said, watching Ginny anger.
“That’s an awfully large box for underwear, Ron.” Hermione rationalized.
“With the way that you’re eating Hermione—“
“Ronald!” Every female voice in the room rang out.
Harry inspected the box closer and began tearing the paper away.
“Only one way to find out, right?”

It contained a stone basin. A pensive, but one Harry had never seen before. It was empty, but the bottom of the box was a large jar of silvery substance.
“Someone’s sent you their memories” Hermione stated plainly.

They all settled around the middle of the long rectangular table to have a look at Harry’s odd gift. Mrs. Weasley set the dishes to clean themselves and joined the two young couples. Instead of being sucked into the basin, instead an image projected itself up from the depths of the magical object. Like watching a small screen, they watched as the images played themselves out.