"She knows about Rob," Brian said. "I haven't kept anything from her." He looked at Khaat. "Are you looking for a person or a place?" She pointed to him. "Me?" She shook her head. "A person then. A man?" She nodded. "What does he look like? Hair color? Anything?" She looked around and pointed to her father's dark jacket. "Dark hair?" She nodded. "That helps. We'll look."
They flipped through the album, page by page. But she didn't find the man's face in her photos. She shut the book, frustrated.
"Khaat," her father said. "There is one other way to do this. With your permission, I can take that memory, and your mother can look at it in her pensieve. I'm sure we can identify him." She looked at him as if he'd lost his mind. How could anyone take a memory? And if that were the case, could he put her lost ones back? Her mother went upstairs and came back with a large bowl of water.
"Its not painful," Brian said to her. "And it might help. We should try." Reluctantly she nodded. Robert drew out a very small blue memory thread from her. There wasn' much to it. It was tiny and fragile. He was protective over it as it dangled from the end of his wand. Kate knew that flashback would only last perhaps a second, if that. She let Robert drop the thread in the water, and she looked into the pensieve. When she looked up at them all again, her anger had been raised at what she had seen.
"No wonder he's not in the album," Kate said quietly. "He has no place in the memories we want to remember."
"Who is it?" Robert asked.
"Felix Barker," Kate said. Brian and Robert sighed heavily. Of all things for her to remember first she would have to remember his horrible crimes against her.