Harry sat rather uncomfortably in the Headmistress's office looking at the portraits of the many headmasters of old. Harry decided it was probably about time he visited his school again. He was twenty, an auror, and happily engaged, he should be able to face the school that killed so many of his friends. He'd arranged with the new Head Mistress McGonagall to allow him back to the newly restored castle.

"Hello Harry, it's been too long," the older woman walked into her office. Harry nodded. "Well give me a hug then. I don't bite." Harry did as he was told.

"It is very nice to see you, professor…I mean Headmistress."

"Thank you. So what brings you back to Hogwarts?" she asked.

"I just want to walk around, if that's alright."

"Fine, fine. Now don't forget to say goodbye when you leave."

"Of course, Headmistress."

He walked up the third floor corridor occasionally talking to one of the students who were milling around between classes. He came to a large oak door and pushed it open revealing a large room full of trophies. He smiled as he passed the list of Head Boys and Girls featuring his father's and mother's names. He continued looking into cases looking for nothing in particular. It was after about five minutes of looking that he found something interesting. It was a picture from the 1976 Gryffindor team when Harry's dad was in 6th year. They had apparently just won the Quidditch Cup because Harry's dad was smiling and holding a large trophy. He looked at the plaque next to the picture with all the team members' names and numbers. His father was captain, chaser and number one. He read through the others until he came across his godfather's name Sirius Black, #7, Beater.

He continued looking through the shelves of trophies noticing the Weasleys and a few professional Quidditch players' names. He found a large blank poster hanging on the wall and wondered what it was. It wasn't until he touched it that it zoomed to life. It began to draw out a lion that was eating a raven and yelling "BEAT RAVENCLAW! GO GRYFINNDOR!" Harry carefully sat the poster on the ground, careful not to bump it again. Behind the poster there was a large corkboard. It appeared that they were just a bunch of random photos until he began to recognize the people. It was a whole group of Gryffindor Quidditch photos from his father's time.

There were pictures of the Marauders all with broomsticks in hand, Sirius followed by a gaggle of girls, his dad showing off, some girl dancing, and said girl being carried around by Sirius. He wondered who was taking the photos. He suspected his mother until he realized she hadn't really befriended them until their 7th year. He noticed that the girl dancing seemed to be in most of the pictures with his father and his friends. Harry went back to the trophy cabinet. He read the plaque with the Gryffindor Quidditch team again. Emily Jenson, #12, Chaser. He wondered if she was still alive. He also wondered who the girl standing by his father in the picture was. She wasn't on the plaque.

He went back to the board. He hadn't noticed one of the pictures had fallen off before. He picked it up and looked at it. It was the Marauders but Sirius was walking at the camera. The picture jiggled as the camera was jostled. A hand reached out pushed to the picture taker out in front of the camera. The picture was black and white, but he could see the girl was pretty…and angry. James pulled her close to him and kissed her. She was the girl from the other photo. The picture then began to repeat itself. Harry jumped when someone walked in and tapped him on the shoulder. It was McGonagall. "You can take that if you want. No one would miss it," she told him.

"You don't mind?" Harry asked.

"Not at all," McGonagall smiled. "They were quite...wild, you might say."

"It looks like it," Harry said.

Harry's ears burned from the long ride on his broom. It was early November and not the best time for riding his broom, but he had to come here. He knocked on the door of a small town home just outside of London. He was greeted by a woman holding a rolling pin and covered with flour. "How may I help you?" She asked.

"Um, I'm Harry Potter. I'm looking for Emily Jenson. She went to school with my parents." He realized that was probably an awkward way to introduce himself, but her eyes widened, "Yes, yes, come right on in."

She ushered him inside the house. "Sit down. Make yourself at home." She ran off into the kitchen picked up an unruly toddler and stuck him in a crib. The toddler giggled and promptly laid down and fell asleep. She ran back to the kitchen pulled off her apron and set aside her rolling pin. She brought the cookies she was making into the living room. "Would you like one?" she asked Harry rather breathlessly.

"Oh, yes, thank you," Harry picked one up and began to nibble on it.

"So, what brings Harry Potter to my humble abode?" she asked.

Harry thought for a moment. He really didn't know why he was here. He just wanted to know about his family. "Um, I just wanted to know, um, were you friends with my parents?"

She didn't seem surprised, "Well, more or less. I was on the Quidditch team, and we were in the same year. I was better friends with your father though. One second." She walked off into a room and came back holding a box. "Here are so pictures from my years at Hogwarts." They flipped through a few of her getting her school supplies and holding a new broom. She skipped through the next few years, "Nothing fun happened," she told him. "Here we are." There were pictures of her playing Quidditch, her with his father; the photo of Sirius carrying her was in there, as was a photo of her and the girl his father was kissing.

"Who's this?" Harry asked pointing to the girl.

"Ah, that was my best friend-Aurora Rosier. She dated your father for a good bit."

"Did she play quidditch too?"

Emily laughed, "McGonagall used to make her enforce workouts since your father wouldn't do it, and she was our alternate sometimes."

Harry studied the picture more closely. He had the nagging feeling he'd seen her somewhere before. "I'm sorry to be so nosy here, but what does she do now? Is she still around here?"

Emily's smile faltered. "She had a rough go. You may remember the name Rosier? Her family were some of the original Deatheaters. They didn't much like that she was sorted into Gryffindor and then she took up with James and then Sirius." Emily shook her head. "Her uncle had it out for her, the moment she left Hogwarts. Even before that actually."

"Sirius?" Harry asked.

Emily looked terribly confused. "Yes? They were together, right up until he was sent to Azkaban." She looked at Harry, disbelief spread across his face. "He never told you?" she asked. She sighed, "Well, she died shortly after he was arrested. Perhaps with everything that happened, it was easier for him to forget her?"

Harry looked at the photos in his hands. There was so much he didn't know and so much he would never learn about his parents and their friends.

"Could you just tell me about them? My parents, I mean. Anything at all."

She smiled, "Of course."

They chatted late into the evening talking of happier things until the toddler started to cry. "Oi! Oliver, grandma's coming," she ran off, returning with the toddler in her arms.

"I think I better be going," Harry said.

"Thank you for stopping by. If you need anything please stop by again." She waved as Harry mounted his broom and zoomed off.