I HAVE EXCITING NEWS.

Okay, so, you know a pretzel, right? The baked ones, those mini ones you buy in bags? Have you ever tried to get the two sticks in the middle out and not break the outside?

I DIDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!

That probably made me the happiest person ever... (((:

Anyways! I'm really lacking on inspiration for this story...

I just want to get to second year. x.x I may just do on more chapter to sum up the rest of first year, and then move on to Katharine's first year. I'll probably do that...

Anyways!

On to the story!

(this is one of my shorter A/Ns... x3)

"C'mon, Mum!" Katharine yelled, waiting next to the fire place. "The game starts in forty-five minutes! I want good seats!"

"And we'll get good seats!" Remus chuckled, coming up behind her. "Honestly, Kath, you're going crazy. Consider yourself lucky that you get to see part of Hogwarts before your first year. This doesn't happen to just anyone, you know."

She smiled, pulling her hair loose of the ponytail she had put in.

Ginny stood next to her, fingering the hem of her shirt.

"You okay, Gin?" Katharine wondered, looking at her friend with narrowed eyes.

Ginny looked up, almost as if she were a five year old caught painting on her mother's favorite plates.

"Yeah. A bit nervous. We're going to Hogwarts before we're supposed to. Not many people get to. It's just weird, I think."

Lily finally walked in, nodding her head. "It should be. Consider yourselves lucky."

"Is Sirius coming?"

"Sirius is coming!" he shouted from the door. "Merlin, Moony, calm yourself."

The girls and Remus rolled their eyes as Sirius entered, waltzing to the fireplace. He grabbed a handful of floo powder before throwing it down, and stating very clearly, "Professor Dumbledore, Hogwarts!"

The others followed in suit, all stepping out into the large office, all feeling watched.

"There you are!" they heard, all but Remus jumped. They turned to see Albus Dumbledore floating down the spiraling stairs. "I was just wondering when you would happen to arrive," he said evenly, his eyes twinkling. Sirius and Remus both reached to shake his hand before he held both of his arms up. "Unless you would like the foul smell of dragon toe-jam on your hands, I would suggest waiting until a more convenient time to shake hands."

Both of the men looked at each other before slowly lowering their hands, backing away slightly. Katharine's eye sparkled with amusement as Remus returned to her side and pulled her and Ginny out the door. Sirius ran ahead, his fist out in front of him as he yelled out a battle cry. Lily rolled her eyes and followed them as they all made their way to the quidditch pitch.

When they got there, most of the students were already making their way to their respective stands. Lily led the others to the front corner of the Gryffindor stands, the exact place that she, Remus, Peter, and Alice always sat during their school years. She shared a glance with Remus, who nodded, and took his old seat; the one furthest in the corner. Normally, Peter was placed next to him, then Alice, and Lily was on the very end. Both Lily and Remus stared at the seat next to him, anger burning in his eyes, sorrow and loss in hers.

Reluctantly, she placed Katharine and Ginny next to Remus, and then she sat with Sirius next to her.

Katharine looked around in amazement, staring at the pitch. She had never seen one before. The only time she had heard of Quidditch was when the Weasley brothers would drone on about it, and when Harry had written her.

She turned to look at her mom, who was anxiously bouncing her leg up and down. To some people, it would look as if it were a natural habit, one that Katharine had inherited, but she knew better. Katharine bounced her leg out of boredom or stillness, her mum bounced it out of fear or an emotion close to that. She reached across Ginny and placed a hand on her knee, seizing the rapid bouncing. Her mother looked at her, and offered her a small smile. Katharine raised a questioning eyebrow, but Lily waved her off. She turned back to Remus, hoping he would know.

"Rem?" she said warily.

"Yeah?"

"What's got mum so scared?"

He shook his head, looking out at the pitch. "Your father, though an amazing player, had many injuries from quidditch. It's something your mother absolutely hated about him. He could just go out and risk falling or getting seriously injured, and didn't care. Of course, he started caring once she let him know she cared. Oh, Merlin. She nearly killed him, she did. He fell off his broom, incredibly high up. She wasn't at that game, mind you, but I took her to him. Sixth year. They weren't together, or even friends yet, but everyone knew she was finally starting to reveal her feelings. She wouldn't respond when someone teased her about his undying love for her, and she wasn't screaming at him.

"Oh, but she screamed at him once he got out of the infirmary. The only reason she waited was because when she first tried Poppy had kicked her out. Said he gave her a heart attack when she walked in to see him battered and bruised, and nearly dead. He had been playing for five years at that point, and he still had to wait weeks before he was released from the hospital wing. Harry is her son, and she's never once hated him. She's loved him forever, and he's at risk, just as James was."

"Daddy hurt himself playing quidditch?" Katharine asked, her jaw dropping slightly. Ginny laughed next to her.

"Kaff, tons of people get hurt playing quidditch. Even the best players. People have been known to die, but their usually the people with horrible luck. Not to sound mean, or such. But it's natural to get hurt during a quidditch season."

"Died?" Katharine's jaw dropped.

"Oh, yes, but it's very rare."

She could only manage a nod as she turned to look at her mom and Sirius, glad he was making her laugh and more comfortable. She noticed her leg was no longer bouncing and took this as a good sign.

Just as she turned to speak to Remus again, people around her began screaming out, and she noticed two others trying to make their way over to them. "Ron!" Katharine yelled out delightedly. He and another girl took seats behind her, the girl looking at her confusedly.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Katharine, Harry's sister," she nodded, taking in the girls appearance. She looked oddly familiar.

"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed. "You look… different."

Ron snorted, "did we never tell you that she was a metamorphmagus?"

Hermione's jaw dropped. "I take that as a no?" Ginny laughed. "I'm Ginny, this git's sister."

"You're Fred and George's sister," she nodded. "They've told me about you. Mind you, they've told me tons about Katharine, too, yet it was never said that you were a metamorphmagus."

"I don't tell many people," Katharine shrugged. "I really only use it at home, or when I get bored. Most people don't know unless they're trusted. This is how I naturally look."

The cheering got louder around them, and as she looked on to the pitch, she saw fifteen people. Two players in the front shook hands, and the one next to them blew her whistle. With that, fourteen players and one referee floated into the air, and the balls were released.

"And the quaffle, taken by Angelina Johnson—Gryffindor, is immediately in play. Third year, of course, but an excellent Chaser, if I say so myself. Not to mention quite attractive, ju—"

"Jordan!"

"Sorry, Professor," he apologized. Katharine smirked. She knew this was Lee Jordan, Fred and George's best friend. He often wrote in on George's letters, and occasionally Fred's.

"—and that's the Gryffindor Chaser Katie Bell—"

Katharine froze. Katie? Is that who Fred was talking about? She looked out at the game, searching for the girl. Her eyes landed on her. She couldn't deny that she was incredibly pretty, even when her face was so stone-like, focusing on the game.

"Hagrid!" Ron and Hermione cried from behind her. She turned around to see the giant, smiling at him when they made eye contact.

"Kath'rin!" he grinned, patting her head. "Bin a few months since I seen you. How've yeh bin?"

"Good," she smiled. "Come to watch the game?"

"Harry, more spific'ly. Bin watchin' from me hut. Not quite the same. Any sign of the Snitch, yet?"

Ron shook his head. "Not yet. Harry's been flying around above the game."

Just then, as Katharine looked back to the game, she drew in a breath. A large ball, a Bludger, she thought, was hurtling towards Harry. She glanced at her mother to see her eyes grow wide, watching Harry duck away from it just in time. Fred flew near him, beating it in another direction before turning to ask Harry a question. Harry answered and once again Fred flew away. Remus and her shared a look of relief, until, finally, they heard Lee, "was that the Snitch?"

Katharine's head snapped back to the pitch, her eyes seeking out Harry. He was racing with another boy, who was in green robes. She assumed this to be the Slytherin Seeker, and yelled at Harry to get the Snitch. Her eyes were on the sparkling snitch, one she could barely make out, when she heard yelling around her. She looked at Harry, who was spinning on his broom, and mentally cursed. The boy that had shaken hands with Oliver Wood at the start of the game had knocked in to Harry, but also had prevented his own team mate from reaching the Snitch in the process, thankfully.

Time passed, until she saw her brother rising, and rising, and his broom bucking. Is that supposed to happen? She wondered, looking at her mother again. Her face was paled, and by that, Katharine knew it wasn't.

"I knew it," Hermione muttered from behind her. Her, Ginny, Ron, Remus, Sirius, and her mum turned to look at her. She nearly blushed under all the eyes, but she nodded towards the Slytherin stands. "Snape. Look at him. He's saying something. He's jinxing the broomstick."

Lily stiffened as she saw what Hermione was seeing. Katharine looked at her, then Sirius—who was looking quite murderous, and the Remus, who was worriedly glancing at Lily, and then she looked at Ginny, who was staring at her. Both their eyes widened, and both watched Harry be thrown around. Ginny was frozen in fear, and Katharine was simply shocked. Soon his broom started shaking violently, nearly throwing him off. She wasn't quite sure how he had managed to hold on.

Just as she saw Hermione reaching Snape, the shaking and bucking stopped. But—what? Snape was still muttering under his breath, staring intently at Harry. She wanted to yell across the pitch at Hermione, but it was too late. She had already set the material on fire, and Katharine sighed. She turned her face back to her brother, watching as he hurled at the ground, slapping a hand across his mouth. Had all that broom non-sense made him sick?

"I've got the Snitch!" he yelled, waving a small object around above his head.

Cheering came from everywhere, except for the Slytherin stands, where you could distinctly hear cussing and foul language being thrown at the Gryffindor team. Both the Weasley twins ran up to Harry and raised him on their shoulders, carrying him around like royalty.

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"Severus. Bloody. Snape." Lily ground out, running after the retreating figure. He turned around, surprise covering his features when he saw her. "You, you… You… UGH! You filthy, lying, scumbag. You arrogant arse, you bloody idiot, you… You—"

"Lily?"

"What?"

"You... look different."

"Of course I look bloody different! I'm fifteen years older than the last time I saw you, and my son nearly bloody died today, no thanks to you, you… you… bloody f—"

"Snivellus," Sirius sneered, coming up behind Lily, placing a hand on her shoulder. She visibly relaxed at his touch, but not by much. Sirius may've been her best friend, but he was no James. But, she knew that if she were to fight Severus, she would not be able to stand it. She would either back down, or she would lose all control. She would lose all control and hurt him. Badly.

"Black," Snape ground out, drawing his wand.

Sirius grabbed his as well, looking at the students that were passing by. A few had stopped to watch the two men. "Move along!" he barked, waving towards the castle. Only the Gryffindor and Slytherin team remained at the pitch, along with Professor Quirrell, who was watching as he retreated. The teams had to shower and change, which would take a while. Katharine and Ginny were ordered back to the castle with Percy, who had no idea of the situation. He was told to lead them to the Gryffindor common room right after the game, and after that, Lily stormed after her former best friend. Look where that ended them up. Remus stood behind, ready to stop it all if needed.

Once all the students had disappeared, Sirius turned to glare at Snape. "My bloody son!" he growled.

"Oh, had an affair with your best friend's mate, eh?" Snape growled, looking at a fuming Lily. Her face grew—if possible—even angrier at that.

"Unlike you, I know that blood doesn't matter, in society and family. And he doesn't have to have my DNA for me to see him as my bloody son!"

"Oh? And James, he was your brother, no?"

"Don't you dare speak a word about James," Lily hissed, shoving past Sirius and in front of Snape. "Harry does have my DNA, and he is my son, and you bloody well tried to change that. Just because he is James' son doesn't mean anything! Or, what, does that make him easier to try and harm? Is it your life goal to put me in pain, Severus? Is it? To kill all the ones I love? If I said I loved you would you jump off a cliff without a broomstick? Or would you know I was lying?"

"Lily, you hated him…" he pleaded.

"No, I never hated him! I found him bloody annoying, but I never had it in me to say I hated him, because deep down, I had loved him. Did you know, I thought I loved you? I did. I stayed up every night, wondering how I would figure it out. You know how I figured out it was all a lie? You called me—called me a – a mudblood, and for some reason, I didn't hurt. I was disappointed. Oh, I cried at first. You were my best friend. But you never defended me. Never once. Except against James, who was right all along. I used to defend you. That's why he was annoying. Because he got to you. But he was right. You never deserved my friendship, Severus. You killed my husband, and tried to kill Harry."

"I didn't try and kill Harry!"

"You were bloody jinxing his broom! I saw you! You were staring at him. You were jinxing him!"

"I wasn't! Someone else was, and I was saving him, much as I hate to admit it. I was trying to help, Lily, I really was."

"Don't lie to me!"

"I'm not, Lily, I —"

"Just shut it, Sniv. And it's 'Potter' to you."

As she turned back to Sirius and Remus, she noticed the Weasley twins, Katie Bell, and her own son.

Snape took one last look at her before glaring at the kids and turned to the school, making it to the castle doors only a minute later.

"Mum?" Harry whispered. She looked at him, her eyes full of tears she refused to let fall, and dropped to her knees. She hadn't cried since Harry was three, she refused to. She wouldn't let his death get to her, and that was the one thing that made her want to cry, no matter where, or when, or what.

But suddenly, seeing Severus again, she was taken back to her seventh year at Hogwarts, when he nearly killed James for the first time.

The sight of Harry, looking so much like his father, didn't help.

"Harry…" she murmured, sitting back on her feet, beckoning him to her. He obeyed, walking to her side, and she wrapped her arms around him. He let her cry into his neck, hugging her tightly. Sirius and Remus had come over, as well, enveloping both Harry and Lily in their arms.

"Go back to the castle," one of the twins murmured.

"We'll catch up," the other one agreed. The both made their way over to Lily and the brother and uncle figures, standing awkwardly, waiting for Lily to calm. When she did, the rest of the Gryffindor and Slytherin team had already made their way back to the castle, and it was now only the six of them at the edge of the pitch.

"Lily?" George murmured cautiously. You could always tell which one was which when they were trying to comfort someone, or were talking to someone who was upset. George took caution, while Fred simply talked softly. Fred believed that if someone was hurt, you don't need to go around making them think you're scared of them. George agreed, but he couldn't help but worry, which made him cautious.

Sirius was the first one to speak after the silence. "Let's get back up to the castle. Kathie and Gin are probably awaiting us."

Fred nodded, coming over to Lily, George following closely behind. "Aunt Lily?" George spoke again. The Weasleys' normally called Lily 'aunt' and Remus and Sirius 'uncle'.

"Yes?" she asked, sniffling, and wiping her eyes, letting out a long breath.

"Are you okay to walk now?" Fred asked.

"Of course," she nodded, walking ahead of all of the boys. They followed, Sirius wrapping an arm around Harry's shoulder. He looked down at him, a grin lighting his features, as he crouched down in front of him, as the others walked in to the castle.

"Harry," he smiled, blinking, "you were amazing. You held on, too. This was your first game. You held on, you stayed on, and you won your game. Your father would be proud of you. Actually, he wouldn't be; he is. He smiling down on you right now, you know. Don't ever doubt that he isn't. Because whenever he looked at you, he only smiled. He's proud of you, and he'll never stop being proud."

Harry smiled, wrapping his arms around Sirius' neck. "Thanks, Sirius."

"No problem."

They followed the others into the castle, heading to the Gryffindor common room, smiling the whole way.

Harry had won.

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"Where've you been?" Elizabeth asked once Sirius finally picked up the muggle phone he had purchased for her.

"Harry's game."

"Right," she nodded, breathing into the phone. "Sorry, I forgot. Anyways, can you come pick me up? I hate to ask this of you, but my car was totaled last week, and I've been walking, but it's raining, so I'm not really looking forward to walking home in the—"

"Liz," Sirius sighed, cutting her off. "I'll be there in about thirty minutes. Finish up whatever you're doing and I'll be there, okay?"

"Thanks," she let out a breath before hanging up.

Sirius closed his eyes. He had put a tongue tie curse on her so if she had tried to tell anyone that he or anyone else was a wizard, or that magic existed, she'd be unable to. She hadn't complained about it yet, and she hadn't known he was doing that. He took that as a sign that she hadn't tried to tell anyone yet, and that he could most likely trust her. But he wasn't going to remove the curse just yet.

He shuffled out to the car, placing the enchanted necklace in his pocket. He had found it in his mother's old jewelry box, and had checked it himself for curses, going as far as to get Remus and Lily check it as well.

As he drove, he let his mind wander. He had been with Elizabeth for a month, as of today. They had planned on seeing each other later, and instead of picking her up later, he decided he'd just stay at her house as she changed.

He pulled into the parking lot and went inside, carrying a muggle invention. It was called an… An… Under-Ella? He wasn't sure, but he carried it in, waiting in the lobby for her. After a minute or two she left her office, petting a collie that she passed, murmuring a greeting to the owner, and saying good luck to the collie puppy.

"She's getting spayed today," Elizabeth grinned at him as she shrugged into her jacket. She placed a short kiss on his lips, grabbing the umbrella from his hands, before taking his hand in hers. "You brought the umbrella this time!"

"Um… brella. Right. That's what I brought. Right?"

She giggled, opening it up as they made the walk to his car. "Yes, it is. Umbrella. Where are we going?" she asked anxiously, bouncing around. He had kept it a secret, refusing to tell her.

"No chance," he grinned, walking her to her door, opening for her. "But I'm not going home before we go out. I'm just staying at your house. Is that alright?"

She nodded. "Fine with me."

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(A/N; I got lazy… I'm skipping to the end of the date. (: )

"I got you something," Sirius murmured, his cheeks heating up. Normally, guys weren't one for the '-iversaries' unless they were big ones. 'Monthiversaries'? Not so much. But he found it perfect for her.

"Oh?"

"Yes," he nodded, reaching into his pocket. "It's a mood necklace. Apparently muggles try and make these. They do it by body temperature, though. That's what Lily said, anyways."

He clasped it around her neck as she held her hair to the side, and she smiled. It turned the perfect shade of pink. "And that means?"

"Great happiness," he grinned.

She smiled and leaned into kiss him, catching his lips in a deeply passionate kiss. They broke apart after minutes, both panting. They both looked down. "Orange?"

"Desire."

She threw her head back in a laugh. "This thing is pretty damn accurate," she grinned as the waited placed their check. Sirius glanced at it, placing muggle money within the envelope, going nearly thirty dollars over. He handed it to the waiter at the front desk murmuring 'keep the change' before dragging Elizabeth to a hotel that was so conveniently placed next to the restaurant they had dined at.

She looked at him and rolled her eyes but allowed him to lead her to the room he had already rented.

"You're an idiot, Sirius Black."

"My mood necklace wasn't the one that turned orange," he pointed out before unlocking the door and pulling her into another kiss.

Yessssssss, it IS an actual mood necklace! I want one. x.x

Eitherway, I kinda realized I was doing the meaning of roses when I was making my chart of colors, so for the colors of roses there are, those are the definitions of the mood necklace. (:

Just saying.

And the Lily/Snape scene didn't turn out how I wanted it to. /: At all. I expected it to be... much better.

But, have no worries, thats not the last of Snape arguements with Lily!

Anyways. You should review. Porfavor?

Gracias. d: