A/n: This ones slightly longer thankfully, and I hope it'll help you get to know the characters more. I have also planned to occasionally play around with points of view, so look out for that soon. Thanks for reading, and please review- it really helps me push myself to write more:)

Love Amy xx

"Kill the spare."

"Avada Kedavra!" Harry's eyes followed the green burst of light as it hit Cedric, leaving him lifeless on the ground. He was too numb, too shocked to speak, as he turned towards Wormtail, his hands shaking, his heart exploding in his chest. Only now it wasn't Wormtail whom he faced; it was Voldemort himself, his features twisted into a scowl, his black robe billowing in the wind.

"Crucio!" He snarled, pointing his wand at Harry who fell to the floor, screaming. The pain was excruciating; it seared his insides, running through his very veins and burning his blood to the core. He could do nothing but writhe and scream as the pain consumed him, eating him up from the inside.

"Harry." Called a voice, faintly in the back of his mind. "Harry... Harry." He tried to follow it, to distract himself from the pain. "Harry, wake up. Wake up Harry!" And then the flames were doused with water, and Harry found himself panting in bed, his eyes open wide. He was drenched from head to toe. Around him, clustered by his bed, were the pyjama-clad Marauders, their expressions a mixture of panic and shock. Harry squirmed under their gazes. At the foot of the bed, Sirius held a bucket of water, a smirk on his face. He whistled softly.

"That was some nightmare, Chalk."

"Are you alright Harry?" Asked Remus softly, his worried eyes meeting Harrys.

"I..." Harry was lost for words. He swallowed, thickly.

"What was that?" Asked James, his brow furrowed. "I mean-"

"It was just a nightmare." Interrupted Harry, sighing. He tried to get up, but Remus's hand pushed him back down firmly.

"Oh no, you don't. That was not just a nightmare." Argued Remus. "I've never seen anything like it- you even managed to wake up Sirius and James, which is near impossible. Harry, you were screaming bloody murder. It was like... you were being tortured, somehow." Harry closed his eyes; he couldn't think about what he'd just witnessed, what he'd just felt. The Marauders waited impatiently for him to speak.

"I... I don't know what happened." He muttered. "I don't usually-"

"Oh yes you do." Frowned James. "I can see it I your eyes- this has happened before. Quit lying to us, Chalk." Harry noted the use of his fake second name and realised his father was annoyed.

"Alright, alright." Harry said, raising his arms in surrender. He tried to lighten the mood by grinning, but he only got four glares in response. "You got me." He sighed. "I don't know why I'm having these... Nightmares. They've been happening a lot recently."

"What are they about?" Asked Peter.

"Different things." Harry replied smoothly. "Just... bad stuff that's happened."

"Like what?" James was still frowning, trying to work Harry out. Harry laughed uncomfortably.

"You guys sure ask a lot of questions. Thanks for waking me up, but if you don't mind, I think in going to go shower." He swung his legs off the bed and walked quickly across the dorm before Remus could stop him.

"Harry-" called Sirius, but the bathroom door had already slammed shut. Harry slumped onto the floor, resting his head against the wooden door. He was exhausted, and under the cold water, he could smell his own dried sweat. Taking a deep breath, he tried to pull himself together; he needed the Marauders to think he was normal, he couldn't bear to be an anomaly in this world, too. Just as he had cleared his mind, Remus's quiet voice carried clearly through the door.

"Well, you were right about one thing, Prongs. Harrys past is definitely messed up." Harry cracked a smile at the irony. Oh, don't you know it, Remus. Don't you know it.

After Harry had showered and changed, the five boys headed down to breakfast. Harry noticed the worried glances that kept being thrown at him, but he ignored them. The Marauders would forget about his nightmares soon enough. He thought about the day ahead. Dumbledore had made sure he'd have most of his lesson's with at least one Marauder, and he'd be mainly doing the lessons he'd done back home; it would be weird going through his six year again, doing all the same work. But, he didn't mind. He'd be doing it with his family around him.

They sat down on the Gryffindor table, and Harry found his eyes drooping as he slumped next to Remus, who poked him. "Harry, wake up."

"I'm up, I'm up." Harry muttered in response.

"Aw leave the poor kid alone." Grinned Sirius, tucking into some bacon. "Little Harry just likes his sleep, like me and Jamesie here." Next to him, James was nodding and stuffing toast whilst Peter crammed as many sausages as he could into his mouth.

"You guys are disgusting." Said Harry, pulling a face. It was like watching three Ron's gorge their breakfast.

"Finally, someone agrees with me." Came a girl's voice from behind him. Harry turned around to see none other than his mother standing there. She smiled warmly, her big green eyes that were so similar to his, shining. His heart jumped into his throat as she spoke, in that familiar, soft voice he's heard only in his dreams. "I'm Lily Evans, Gryffindor prefect." She introduced herself with a smile.

"Harry Chalk." he replied, beaming. James swallowed down his food hurriedly.

"What brings you here, Evans?" He asked, smiling winningly. The effect was ruined slightly, since he still had toast in his mouth. She scowled.

"Not that it's any if your business, Potter, but I came to welcome the new student and give Remus a letter about the prefect duties." She handed the said slip to Remus, who smiled and thanked her.

"Now, I hope you enjoy Hogwarts Harry. If you need anyone to talk to or to show you around, I'm always here. Oh, and a little tip. I'd stay away from the Marauders if I were you." And with that, she walked away haughtily. Sirius sniggered.

"Don't listen to Evans, Harry. She just hates the fact that Potter's had a thing for her since first year." James blushed and shoved Sirius.

"Oh shut up."

"No, she just hates the fact that you two are the biggest idiots this school had ever seen." Said Remus simply, scanning the letter Lily had handed him. He folded it and stuffed it into his pocket, looking up at the two offended Gryffindor's with a smile. Harry stepped in before James and Sirius could respond.

"So what did the letter say, Remus?" He smiled at him knowingly.

"It just has some extra meeting dates, and the days that Lily and I have to patrol the corridors." Sirius and James burst out laughing, and Remus frowned.

"What?" He asked, confused. Sirius tried desperately to speak through his laughter.

"Y-you and Evans... P..patrolling the corridors." He exploded into a fit of chuckles again. "You sound... You sound like..." Obviously, he couldn't find the will to carry on his sentence, and the laughter took over. Next to him, James had calmed down, a stupid grin on his face.

"I'll never get used to the whole 'patrolling the corridors' thing Moony."

"Ugh, shut up, James." Remus groaned, rolling his eyes.

"It'll probably be those two you'll be finding." Added Peter. James feigned shock.

"Don't you know us at all, Wormtail? Sirius and I are very careful. And you two are normally out with us anyway. Blimey, it'll be a laugh if Remy's caught by another prefect."

"That will never happen." Grinned Sirius, finally sobered up. "We've got the-"

"Padfoot!" Hissed James. Harry guessed they were talking about the map, or maybe his father's cloak, and he pretended to be engrossed in his cereal as they eyed him warily. He didn't need to give them any reason to be suspicious around him, or worry that he knew their secrets.

"So, what's first Remus?" Sirius asked awkwardly.

"Huh?"

"First lesson." He prompted. "you're the timetable expert." Remus rolled his eyes.

"That doesn't mean I have to remember all yours. But I think we're all in Transfiguration. What about you Harry?"

"What?" Asked Harry, acting out of it. Remus smiled, and Harry could sense the relief in his expression, that Harry hadn't caught on to the secret.

"We were just asking if you have transfiguration first."

"Oh, yeah. I think I do, actually." Harrys replied, returning Remus's smile.

"Cool, let's go."

The five boys ended up running late to Transfiguration, due to Sirius's lengthy toilet stop, where he spent about 10 minutes in front of the mirror, mussing up his hair whilst James groaned dramatically about him being vein- which was extremely hypocritical.

When they finally entered the classroom, McGonagall raised her eyebrows as they sat down, Harry slipping into the spare seat next to Remus. In front of him sat a small, smiley girl, with light brown hair and a scatter of freckles. She seemed familiar to Harry, but he didn't know why, and so was trying to remember when Sirius complained loudly, snapping his attention back to the conversation that was taking place at the front of the class. "Why do only James and I get detention, Professor?" He whined. "That is so unfair- three other students were late too." Harry grinned at his Godfather's childish ways.

"Just shut up, Black and stop being a baby." Called a raven-haired girl from the back. She had electric blue eyes, and a smirk that reminded Harry very much of Sirius. The said Marauder was just about to retort, when McGonagall stepped in.

"That's enough! If you will please settle down Sirius, and James, can you please stop laughing. You will both see me on Thursday. Oh, and thankyou Alexia, also, for agreeing to join Mr Potter and Mr Black in detention." The Raven haired girl's mouth fell open and she looked ready to say something, until a stern look from Lily, who was sat next to her, changed her mind. She slumped down in her seat and crossed her arms grumpily. Harry could see Sirius's grin, which he made no attempt to hide. Something told him the history between him and the Alexia girl wasn't exactly painless.

The lesson rolled on as the class settled down, most of them smiling and rolling their eyes at the drama that had mostly been caused by Sirius, whom sat near the front, his head resting comfortably on his arms as he leant back lazily in his seat. Harry had always wondered how he managed to do that without falling backwards; the guy either had insane balance, or charmed his seat. It was most probably the latter.

They were learning about animagi, and Harry found himself wondering about the Marauders animagi. They all looked quite proud as McGonogall talked about how hard the transformation was, and he rolled his eyes, internally. He drowned her out, having heard her explain everything before, and thought about what animal he'd want to be. It would be cool to be something like a lion, but that wouldn't be an easy one to explain. At least Sirius would be able to come up with a reason as to why someone had seen a dog walking around Hogwarts. Something that could fly would be good... But Harry couldn't think of any birds he'd actually like to be. Harry glanced at his pen; he could tell exactly what Hermione would say if she was here. She would make the most out of learning the new topics again, for revision purposes, and would probably put even more effort in than she had the first time, if that were possible. His mother kind of reminded him of Hermione, as he watched her hand flying up every time McGonagall asked a question, and it made him smile; he liked to think he had a relation similar to his bushy-haired friend. He got the impression that his mum possessed Hermione's fiery temper, too, from what he'd gathered in the pensieve, and her passion against rule breaking. He still needed to mull over what he'd seen in the pensieve, but he supposed now, he didn't really care how his father treated Snape. The evil, slimy git.

But then he remembered that this was before Snape was like that. When he was just an innocent kid, a kid that James had tormented and jinxed. Okay, maybe not entirely innocent, but innocent enough.

He tuned back in when Remus poked him hard in the ribs. McGonagall was staring at him. "Mr Chalk?" She asked, her arms crossed. "Can you tell me what the word 'animagus' translates in to?" Harry hesitated, racking his brain, until it came to him. He channelled his inner Hermione.

"I believe it's a combination of the word animal, and the word 'magus', which means 'wizard'. So the direct translation would be 'Animal Wizard,' professor." He replied. James grinned and Sirius rolled his eyes.

"Yes… well, very well done, Mr Chalk. 5 points to Gryffindor. Moving on-" She directed a question at the girl in front of Harry, calling her Alice, and that was when it hit him. Alice Longbottom. In front of him sat Neville's mum. He felt happy and sad at the same time, watching the blush rise into her cheeks as she answered the question. In just a few years, she would be sat in St Mungo's with her husband, having been tortured into madness… his hands shook as he glanced around him, realisation crashing down. Half of these people would be dead in just a few short years, and the other half- they would be the ones to kill them. He felt sick. Why was he here? Who had sent him here, to walk around, looking into the eyes of innocent people who were going to die? There must have been a reason for this torture. Yes, he could meet his parents. Yes, he could have a laugh, and watch his Dad mess around with his friends. But then what? Nothing. They all died. The end. That's it. And Harry would live on, constantly reminded of the people he knew that are dead. His family, his friends, their friends. Everyone around him were ghosts.

He thought of Remus, the Remus at home. This was what he went through every day. The boy sat beside him was going to go through hell. They all were, they just didn't know it yet.

"Harry, are you alright?" Next to him, Remus looked worried, which only made Harry feel worse. "You look kind of pale…"

"I'm fine, just a stomach ache." Harry lied.

"Alright." Remus glanced at the empty parchment on the desk in front of Harry. "You can copy my notes if you want." He offered. Harry smiled.

"That's okay, Remus. I have a good memory." Remus smiled back.

"Alright, Chalk, whatever you say."

Once the lesson was over, Harry, Remus and Peter waited outside the classroom for James and Sirius, who had to wait behind along with Alexia. Her four friends stood on the other side of the doorway, chatting. Lily, Alice and two girls whom Harry didn't know. One was only slightly taller than Alice, with dark, curly brown hair, and the other was a pretty blonde. She had a kind face and was probably the tallest in the group, though Harry couldn't be sure without Alexia there. She seemed fairly quiet, standing a little back from her friends, but her brown-grey eyes sparkled.

"Who are the other three girls, with Lily?" Harry asked Remus quietly. To his surprise, the werewolf blushed.

"The smallest girl is Alice Brown, the dark haired one next to her is Mary McDonald, and the blonde girl… er, that's Marlene. Marlene McKinnon."

"I see." Harry said simply. He didn't want to embarrass Remus, but they both knew which girl he was crushing on.

"Don't tell Peter." Remus begged, motioning towards the boy who was staring into the distance few metres away. Harry's temper still flared at the sight of him, but he was getting better at controlling it, and knew it wasn't obvious anymore. "And definitely don't tell Sirius and James."

"Don't tell Sirius and James what?" Came a voice. Sirius's eyes glimmered with mischief as he grinned.

"Nothing." Mumbled Remus.

"Is this about Remy's crush on old Marlene?" Asked James, smiling just as broadly. "That's old news." Remus's eyes almost bulged out of his head.

"You… you guys knew?"

"Of course we knew! We are Marauders after all."

"Knew what?" Asked Peter, frowning.

"That-" James was cut short by a very angry, very red-faced girl.

"Who do you think you are, Black? I'm fed up of you dragging me into your messes!" Alexia's friends stood slightly away from the fray, smiling awkwardly. Obviously this wasn't unusual. Sirius simply leant against the wall, smirking as he looked down at her.

"I believe it was you own fault, Stone. Maybe if you hadn't butted in where you're not wanted then-"

"I was just voicing the opinion of the rest of the class. Everyone wanted you to shut up, not just me. They're all fed up of you, Black. Don't you see? You're just a conceited brat, who walks around like a god. Well news flash! You don't own this place! You can take the wand that's stuck in your ass, and use it to get rid of that shabby, overgrown haircut of yours." Next to Harry, James sniggered.

"That's wasn't what you were saying when you snogged me at the match after-party three weeks ago." Smirked Sirius. The colour drained out of her face.

"The… what? How… How dare you bring that up?" she stuttered. "I was drunk, and I didn't know what I was doing, and… and-"

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Stone, 'cuz no one else believes it. And many girls happen to adore this shabby, overgrown haircut of mine. In fact, I think at least four girls have told me how nice it is since that party. And how you really don't know what you're missing." Sirius grinned and Harry felt a bit sorry for the girl. That was, until she slapped his godfather around the face, her eyes burning with anger. Sirius's mouth fell open as she stormed off, her friends trailing behind her.

"See you at practice, Alex!" Called James to her back, laughing, as Remus let out a low whistle. Slowly, Sirius swallowed, touching his cheek. He seemed to be in shock.

"Padfoot?" Asked James, poking him none too gently. His eyes cleared, and he retained his usual cockiness.

"Did you hear that?" Sirius asked, smirking, "She said I look like a God." Harry laughed along with the Marauders as they headed to their next class.

That afternoon, They had potions with the Slytherins, and Harry was dreading seeing Snape. As it so happened, the others were too.

"Ew, Snivellus and potions next." Moaned James, as they walked up through the grounds. It was cold but dry, so after lunch they'd ventured out to the tree next to the lake, where Harry had seen the Marauders in the pensieve, and ironically, close to where he'd landed. It had been nice, and sat under the tree joking about everything, Harry had felt at home. Like he was one if them. It was strange really, how well he fit in. How he could mess around with sirius, roll his eyes and chat with Remus and talk and joke with James. He was like a mix of all three of them, and just seemed to blend in. Never too loud or too quiet, just Harry. He was still working on Wormtail, however, and couldn't stand to talk to the rat for too long.

On the way to potions, they started talking about quidditch. "Do you play Harry?" Asked James casually.

"Yeah, I love quidditch. I was bought up by muggles, so didn't start playing until my first year, but its great." James beamed.

"Awesome! So do me and Padfoot, here; Im captain on the team. He's a beater and I'm a chaser. What position do you play?"

"Seeker." Replied Harry.

"Cool." James smiled.

"We always say James is a wannabe Seeker- he plays with that stupid snitch of his all the time. He's a traitor to chasers everywhere, really." Teased Sirius.

"Am not, you know I've been a chaser since I was a kid." James huffed, annoyed.

"Aw, I'm only kidding Jamesie!" Said Sirius, squeezing James's cheek. He really was irritating, Harry thought fondly.

"Don't you play Remus?" Harry asked. Remus pulled a face.

"Remus and Peter are literally allergic to quidditch." Joked James. "They like to watch the games, but put them on a broomstick, and they'll jinx you." Harry laughed.

"Are you gonna try out for the team in the term break?" Asked Sirius.

"Maybe." Said Harry, non-commitedly. He wasn't sure how he felt about potentially being on the quidditch team. Sure, he loved the game, but it wouldn't really be keeping a low profile if he was.

Harry entered Potions and waited as everyone sat in their assigned seats. Snape was sat in the middle row, and he looked exactly like he did in the pensieve, only slightly taller. His hair was greasy, as expected, but his nose was even bigger in real life. Strangely though, Harry didn't feel the hatred towards him surge up- he just felt sad. Sure, this was the Snape who loved the dark arts, and associated with bad people, but he was only young. He didn't seem... evil. Just misunderstood. Harry didn't know why he could feel such anger towards Peter, but none towards Snape, and it confused him. A lot. But he figured they were completely different people.

Eventually, the only seat left was next to Lily at the front, and Harry gladly took it with a smile. Just as he was about to say hi, Slughorn entered. He spotted Harry almost immediately. "Ah! Harry Chalk. You are my new student, I assume?"

"Yes, Professor."

"Well, its a pleasure to meet you Harry." He turned to the rest if the class. "Today, we shall be learning how to make Amortentia." Harry smiled slightly, remembering the lesson this potion appeared in, in his sixth year. The lesson of liquid luck.

"And who can tell me what this potion does?" Asked Slughorn. Harry knew the answer, of course, since he'd already covered this topic. However, he had no intention of joining the slug club, and so no intention of raising his hand. Next to him, Lily put her hand in the air, earning a smile from slughorn. "Yes, Miss Evans?"

"Its a love potion, the most powerful of them all."

"Correct! And can you describe it's smell?"

"No, Professor, since it smells different to every individual. The scent is meant to represent what attracts you." The words were so similar to the ones Hermione had spoken, all that time ago, that Harry tried hard to hide his smile.

Once Slughorn had turned back to the class, after praising Lily profusely, Harry leaned over to his mother. "You have a very good memory." He admired. "You remind me of an old friend of mine." Lily smiled, slightly abashed.

"Thankyou Harry." She said. "Did that friend go to school with you, then?"

"Yes. I think you'd like her. She's very clever, very kind."

"Then I'm sure I would." She replied with a smile. They returned to listening to Slughorn as he gave them basic instructions for their task.

"Once a year, I give out a vial of liquid luck to one of my lucky sixth years, as you probably know. But since this is a task for pairs, this year I shall give out two! The winners shall be the ones with the potion that best represents the description" He beamed And a ripple of excitement flew around the class. "Good luck, and get to work!"

They organised it carefully. Harry measured and chopped the ingredients whilst Lily stirred and watched the potion, adding in the right components at the right time. Lily glanced at the ingredient list. "Okay, have you measured out the Acromantula venom?" Harry nodded and handed a small vial to Lily, who poured it in and stirred the potion twice, as the instructions said.

"And now we need 'half an eye of newt, finely diced'". He began chopping the slimy ball and handed the pieces to his mother, who scraped them off her hand into the cauldron, pulling a face. Harry laughed. The potion was beginning to bubble, and both Harry and Lily were beginning to sweat from the steam rising into their faces. Harrys hair felt sticky, and he could see his mothers had grown increasingly bigger. She peered in the cauldron. "It's right to be bubbling like that." Analysed Lily, "but, it doesn't have a 'creamy mother-of-pearl sheen.'" She frowned, and Harry sensed danger. If she was anything like Hermione, work going wrong and a hot room were a bad combinatin.

"Maybe it will after the last ingredient's added." Offered Harry, trying to sound calming. He peered at the ingredient list. "Oh, here. The next ingredient is a Sopophorous Bean." Lily took a deep breath and followed Harrys lead, trying not to panic.

"Okay. Just chop it up and I'll put half in." Harry tried to chop the bean, but found it was slipping around all over the place. Suddenly, he remembered having the same problem back home, in the same liquid luck lesson, and the instructions he'd got from the half-blood prince, who was consequently in the same room.

"I've got an idea. I'll squeeze the bean with the flat of the blade, instead of chopping it." Suggested Harry.

"But thats not what it says." Lily replied, her brow furrowed.

"I know, but trust me. I've done it before." She hesitated, but nodded.

"Okay, go for it." Harry smiled and squeezed the bean with his knife before halving it and plopping it in. It immediately took on a 'mother-of-pearl sheen' quality. Lily's eyes widened.

"Wow, Harry. That was incredible." Her eyes blurred slightly as she smelt the potion. "Hmm. It smells like fresh pine wood and clean laundry, and the faint smell of a broom-" she noticed Harry grinning at her, and her eyes cleared. "Stop laughing, Chalk! Come on, your turn."

Harry leant in. He knew the smell right away- it was completely Ginny. He could even catch, very faintly, the smell of her rose perfume.

"So?" Lily prompted.

"My old girlfriend." He smiled sadly. "Its perfect." Lily put a hand on his arm, smiling back.

"Shes a very lucky girl, to have a fine boy like you, Chalk." She said, and Harrys heart bloomed at his mothers praise.

"Thanks, Lily."

"How did you know how to crush the bean anyway?" She asked, amazed.

"Oh, I just-"

"Its natural talent, Miss Evans, to put it sinply- which you also posses, may I add." Slughorn appeared behind them, beaming. "That is a perfect potion- you make a great team. Truly, well done. Full marks to the both of you." Harry hoped to God this didn't mean he was in the Slug Club. But, before they could respond, Slughorn turned to the other students.

"Mr Chalk and Miss Evans here have made a perfect potion." He dipped a glass vial in their cauldron and held it up for everyone to see. "It even outdoes Mr Snape's, I have to admit." Harry grimaced at Snape's seething expression, and looked about the class. Remus and Peter both looked like they'd given up on life, as they slumped next to their pulsating green mess; Sirius was glaring at James, his hair a sickly shade of yellow, (Harry wasn't sure if that was their potions doing or James's); Alexia and Marlene looked like they were about to murder each other, and Alice was patting Mary's shoulder, who looked to be on the verge of tears, (Harry suspected it was an effect of the potion, which was known for bringing with it emotional side effects, rather than Mary just being upset). He took his liquid luck gladly and slipped it into the pocket of his robe, smiling at Lily.

Soon after, Slughorn dismissed them, and Harry walked with the Marauders back to the Gryffindor common room, glad his first day was over. Sirius and Remus had thumped him on the back, both grinning, and even Peter had smiled, though somewhat sourly. James however, was dragging behind, pouting as they walked, and when Harry asked what was wrong, Sirius answered with a knowing smile "Jamesie boy here is jealous."

"Of who?" Asked Harry, curious. James avoided his gaze.

"You, Harry." Sirius replied, grinning. Harry's eyes widened in surprise. He understood that he'd won, but his father didn't strike he as a bad sport.

"Why is James jealous if me?!" He exclaimed.

"Let me put it into perspective." Sirius grinned. "Not only did you get to sit with Dearest Lils, but you got to talk with her and laugh with her and win with her, and she seemed very happy... You both did. Oh, and apparently she touched your arm. That was the biggie. James practically spent the whole lesson glaring at you two, and if looks could kill..." Remus smiled and Sirius looked like he was about to laugh, but was trying to hide it. James scowled harder and internally, Harry grimaced. Not only had he annoyed James but they thought he liked Lily. His mum? That was so wrong.

"James." Harry said, looking at his father, who refused to meet his gaze. "James." Eventually, he looked and Harry let his seriousness seep into his eyes, knowing how James was feeling. He'd felt the exact same every time he saw Ginny with Dean. "I would never, ever do anything with Lily. Trust me. Not only because shes your big crush, but because shes not my type."

"Are you gay then?" Sirius asked.

"What, why?" Harry replied, frowning with confusion.

"You said not your type, so..."

"No, Sirius, I'm not gay." Harry rolled his eyes, but James was still frowning. Harry sighed. "Listen James, when she touched my arm, we were talking about my girlfriend."

"You have a girlfriend?" He asked, looking relieved. Harry smiled. "Yes, and I... I love her. So, no Lily, ok? We're just friends." Janes smiled happily.

"Okay, thanks Harry."

"No problem. Now that that's cleared up, can we please hurry up?" The others grinned and nodded their agreement.

"But, then were hearing all about this girlfriend of yours." Warned Sirius. Harry grinned.

"Certainly."