A/N:

Quittich Sorry about the really annoying cliffhanger guys. It's just that I've not been able to get on to because i might get into trouble for not doing homework. So I have decided to give everyone two chapters for each story.

James, Sirius and Remus were sitting in their office at Hogwarts and it was a clear mess. The school year was near a close and Harry had been up and moving around for most of the year.

"What would Lily say if she saw this?" James mumbled.

"Umm, she'd probably call it a pig stye," Harry said as he walked into the office, "Dad, you can hardly walk around."

"Yeah, I guess it does need a bit of a clean up," James sighed.

"Yeah, no dar."

James flicked his wand and it was all gone.

Harry shook his head.

"That's happens when you grow up with using your parent's wands to clean up, you get lazy," James stated.

"Yeah, well, if I ever did that then I'd get a good belting for it, that's for sure," Sirius said, "That doesn't mean I never did."

"I'd have to say, you two, really need to go out to the Quittich pitch and do a bit of flying," Remus stated.

"Moony, my old pal, you better not be calling us fat," Sirius said dramatically, clutching his chest.

Harry and Remus rolled their eyes.

"No, it's just that James hasn't seen Harry's flying yet," Remus said, stating the obvious.

James frowned, "Is he any different to me when he flies?"

"No, he's better," Sirius said sarcastically.

James turned towards him and Sirius took off before he was attacked.

"Don't listen to him dad, come on," Harry said, leaving the office.

James turned to Remus, "Is he better than me?" he asked worriedly.

"No, Padfoot is just playing, like always," Remus said, slightly reassuring him.

James grinned and got up to follow Harry.

"So, what position do you play?" James asked.

"Seeker, I joined the team in my first year," Harry sighed.

"Seriously?"

"McGonagall saw me flying in my first broomstick lesson and she convinced Dumbledore to tweak the rule a bit," Harry said, shrugging.

"Oh, golly. Why did I never think of that?" James asked himself, appalled.

"I thought I was in trouble," Harry said, "If that makes you feel better about it."

"You must be pretty good then."

Harry sighed.

"Everyone's been telling me since then that I could be better than you, sadly enough," Harry mumbled.

"You really don't like all the attention, do you?" James inquired with a quirked eyebrow.

"Well if you grew up most of your life being ignored would you really like being the centre of attention," Harry said.

"I don't know because I don't really know what it's like to be ignored as a kid," James said thoughtfully, "'Cause I was always the centre of attention."

Harry shrugged, "If I had been the centre of attention growing up, I recon I would be just as bad as you."

They were nearing the Quittich stadium very quickly. James started asking Harry about his games. The wins and loses.

"First year?"

"In my first game I caught the snitch in my mouth and the second game I almost ran into Snape and then I was in the Hospital Wing for the championship game."

"Second?"

"First game I caught the snitch, second I caught the snitch but broke my arm and then the third was uneventful."

"Third year?"

"First game I got attacked by Dementors, Sirius was at the game and my broom flew into the Whomping Willow. Second game Malfoy pretended to be a Dementor and the match got cancelled and then the championship we lost."

"Fourth?"

"There was no Quittich."

"Fifth year?"

"In the first game I caught the snitch but I got in a fight with Malfoy and got kicked off the team."

"Aww well, I'll be able to watch you this weekend," James sighed.

"Yeah," Harry said, grinning.

Harry, Ron and the rest of the Gryffindor Quittich team entered the Great Hall to see the whole Gryffindor table clad in red and gold and the team's entrance brang a great uproar amongst the Gryffindor supporters.

The teacher's up at the table were clapping lightly in respectful, happy applause for the team. Harry felt like the centre of attention yet again but this was the kind of attention he liked and had gotten used to.

He wasn't the centre of attention for the usual reason; today he was the team's captain and favourite player. Everyone was chanting his name; including Sirius and James while Remus sat their shaking his head slowly.

"I wish Lily were here to see this," James sighed, "She'd be so proud."

There was light flash of white light and Lily's ghost was next to him.

"I am here and I am proud," she whispered.

James's mark glowed softly but he was the only one that could see or hear her.

At the same time Harry looked down at his palm and looked up at the table to see Lily floating next to James. His grin broadened as she became a flash of light as she shot towards Harry and sunk into his chest.

Then for the first time James realised that he had always had Lily with him because she existed inside their only son.

Then the next thing James knew Sirius was shoving him up out of his seat to go out to watch the game. Remus stood up calmly along with the rest of the teachers who followed the large throng out of the Great Hall.

Harry and his team walked onto the pitch to an eruption from the crowd of red and gold covering one half of the pitch. They tramped out to the middle of the pitch where Madame Pooch was waiting for them with the crate.

"And here come the Slytherins!"

The other half of the pitch erupted as the Slytherin team, with Malfoy in the lead, came out onto the pitch. When they arrived to the middle Madame Pooch addressed them.

"Captains shake hands."

Harry and Malfoy took a step towards each other grasped the others hand in a hard but short handshake.

"Mount you brooms," she commanded as the commentating continued.

They mounted their brooms and waited for her whistle. This was the Quittich Cup and the commentating was situated up with in the Gryffindor teachers stand where Dumbledore, James, Remus, Sirius, McGonagall and most of the other teachers were seated.

Then the whistle blew and at that exact moment the balls were released as well as everyone was up in the air. Ron headed to the goal posts immediately while the beaters and chasers were already onto the quaffle and bludgers. Harry hung around looking around just to make sure Malfoy was always in his sight at all times. Harry had to wait for the right moment before he went after the snitch. He could try the Voronsky faint to get rid of Malfoy but he'd already used it to get rid of the seekers in the other games. James had to do stuff for the Order during all the other games so this was the first game he'd seen.

"What's Harry doing?" James muttered.

"What are you on about?" Sirius said, snatching binoculars off James and looking through them at Harry.

"He's fine James," Remus said but James seemed not to be convinced.

"He's doing nothing!" James exclaimed, horrified.

Sirius shoved the binoculars back into James's hands as he and rolled their eyes, shaking their heads.

"Look again, Prongs," Sirius said.

James looked through the binoculars again and realised that Harry was looking around, possibly looking for the snitch.

"Never mind then," he muttered.

"Come on Ginny," Harry muttered, "You need to get this one, so that I can go for it."

Ginny had the quaffle and was streaking toward the Slytherin goals and then in a blink of an eye she threw the quaffle which went through the goal.

"Yes!" Harry yelled as he spun around where he knew the snitch was. Malfoy hadn't seen it because for some reason the snitch had been floating just above the Gryffindor teacher stand. But this is when Malfoy noticed what had happened.

"Go Harry!" Remus, James and Sirius yelled as he flew over the stand and after the snitch.

"He knew it was there," Remus said to his best friends.

Sirius and James became silent.

A/N: The next chapter awaits you.

Messers Prongs/Lily/Prongs