Declaim: The characters all belong to J.K. Rolling and the Harry Potter series. I solely write the story for fan with no intention for any monetary gain.

Pairing: Harry and Lucius (rare pairing. DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ. KEEP YOUR EYES SAFE.)

Rated T for later association

4

'James, you heard that? Slytherin has got some new talented Quidditch player. They say some of the first year had done a marvellous job in their flying class.' Sirus grabbed potter's shoulder and caught up with his pace. 'Stressful?'

'No, why? We have new players too.' Harry argued. Learning the stuffs which he had once got through already was truly easy and quite likely, boring. Even potions couldn't be more challenging, you know, having Draco the potion prince as a personal tutor for three months did count for something. ' Or should I be worried? Are they really that good?'

' Not yet. But I'm sure my cousin Lucius will be their seeker as soon as he becomes a second year.' Sirus grinned playfully, 'According to your action previously, are you sure you can accurately catch a golden snitch instead of a blonde one by intention?'

' Hell, no! Merlin, Sirus what the hell are you talking about? Why should I be after your little cousin when I have Lily to be after for?' he palmed the eyes, awfully shocked by his godfather's gossip skill.

'Lily Whom? Not that bookworm Evans? I don't think so, when did you start to get a thing for her anyway? Never know you have any interest in arrogant gingers. Considering, you're always making fun of those Weasley boys, aren't you?' he frowned, showing a strange look. ' Are you serious? You and Evans? She's quite dull.' with that sentence, Sirus stuck his tongue out.

'She's smart.' Harry started to defend his mother, 'and beautiful' then the horrified image of a certain smart angelic blonde flew by in his mind, which caused him to shake his head empty wildly. ' And warm-hearted. Didn't I tell you guys about her, before?' Gosh, he really had messed up, didn't he?

' Nope, not at all, not even once and I won't consider her as warm-hearted. You didn't even lay your eye on her often enough for us to notice, unlike yesterday eyeing my cousin; I almost start to think you have a crush. Well, put aside the joke.' Sirus drugged him onto a batch, 'do tell, James? Are you seriously in love with her? When did it start? Does she know? Are you dating?'

Oh, so his parents weren't together yet, it wasn't a falling love at first sight? He had to get this covered, if his father showed no sign of falling for his mother, he should not show anything desperate, not yet. 'It's not like that, Sirus, you know Evans is the only beautiful girl in Gryffindor. We do not really have many choices if we want to taste something domestic.'

'Right there. That's more like the original you.' Sirus grinned and patted his back. ' Hey mate, you seek for your domestic treasure, I'll go spy on my cousin. Probably take some pics for some pocket money, in case my old mum decides to disown me. I'll see you around.' Sirus waved and turned away.

Harry walked around in the campus, thinking about the whole situation. Then it all turned to his mission, he'd try to befriend a young Malfoy who was two years behind his father, which compared to his real self was seven years younger. Also, he needed to start a romance relationship with Lily Evans, so that his own self could be born about seven years later. That was crazy. Not mention that befriend with a much naive version of younger Sirus and the future traitor Peter. And worse, dating his very own mother. Yuck, totally insane.

He suddenly felt like that he wanted to meet his mother, who was always elegant and perfect in his imagination. He walked around and saw a Ginger girl reading a heavy book under the tree. ' Hi, Evans.' he was nervous.

'James Potter? What do you want? You've never spoken to me before.' her tone was weird, if anyone can smirk and insult by the changing of tone, here you go. 'Why don't you find a book from the library and read. Your transcript didn't have a presentable look as I recall.' then she rolled her eyes,' Oh sorry for forgetting that quidditch is the only area you can manage to do well, which has no strict requirement of brain.'

What? What the bloody hell was that about? How come his father finally worked out with that...with someone who did not appreciate his hobby, his advantage. How come his mother turned out to be some silly girl who would actually insult him of being brainless? Oh god, there was no way for him to play his dad's role properly and date that arrogant damn girl. 'Oh, you have no idea, do you? Evans, being isolated and spending all day studying, and probably enjoying no social life at all. A real bookworm. How pathetic.' Sorry and bye.' he honestly had never planned of talking with his mum in such impolite way, but he couldn't help really. Got his glass back in place, he held his head up and walked away.

' Well, indeed you should feel sorry for wasting my time. Mr Potter' she stick her eyes to the book again.

'No, mine.' that was indeed a fucking waste of time. And beyond disappointing.

What was this world? Hell the worst bastard behaved like a little angel and the one who was supposed to be a healing goddess was a total annoying smart arse. Did he go to the right time zone or not? How come everything looked like in an entirely different dimension? Oh, Merlin told him that he wasn't a production of an accidental knocking out, was he?

'Don't let what you have experienced in this time to fool your eyes Harry.' said Arthur Weasley. Probably the past truly was that different.

TBC

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