ME: All these characters belong to JKR; except Sara and Lucy. YAYY 46 reviews! My thanks to all the people that contributed (sorry I'm too lazy to name today) and this chapter is dedicated to you guys. The character I picked- (drum roll please) HAH! You have to read to find out. Sorry if I didn't pick your person, I let my friend decide out of random. Okay, onto the story!

James hurried down the corridor after dinner, clutching his broom tightly in one hand. Sirius's footsteps echoed his own as they strode down to the quidditch field.

"We're late," James groaned, starting to speed up into a trot. The dark, starry sky added eeriness to their journey.

Sirius grunted in response, still following closely behind. He was a beater on the team, James was quidditch captain and seeker.

The two friends made a quick dash to a corner, knowing on the other side was the pathway to the fields. A quiet voice stopped them in their tracks abruptly.

"I'll join when I'm ready." Someone whispered in a tone that made it obvious they didn't want to be heard. Sirius and James edged forward from this fact, pressing their ears to the cold, rough brick wall.

"You're ready now." Another voice sneered, a cold edge in it.

"Colden, I'm not. I'd have no chance-" The voice cut off abruptly, reminding James and Sirius incredibly of Peter.

"I'll teach you," Colden interrupted.

The unknown voice let out a small whimper. This, along with other hints, confirmed James and Sirius's suspicions that it was in fact Peter, and also that it was time to interrupt the conversation.

"Hey, Wormy," Sirius stepped out, surveying the situation.

A black haired boy stood next to small Peter, pressing him dangerously into a wall. He quickly withdrew, the angles of his sallow, pale face illuminated by bright torches hanging from hooks.

Within two seconds, the boy had fled in the opposite direction, disappearing into the Hogwarts entrance.

"What was that about?" James asked, eyebrows together in confusion.

Peter quivered unconsciously, looking more and more like a rodent. "Nothing," he squeaked, and followed the other boy.

Sirius and James exchanged glances, both looking thoughtful.

Sirius shook his head suddenly. "Quidditch," he reminded James, and they took off at a run around that fateful corner.

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Lily Evans settled onto the stadium's cold seat, pulling her soft red and gold scarf tighter around her neck. It was getting very cold, and she was wondering when the first snow would fall.

"Excited to see James?" Sara teased, squeezing in-between Lucy and her.

Lily raised an eyebrow. Of course she was. "Why would I be excited to see him?" She asked, turning her gaze back to the quidditch field. The teams were beginning to mount their brooms. They weren't close enough that she could see individual characteristics, but she knew who James was because he stood in the middle, shaking the Hufflepuff captain, Amos Diggory, hand.

"Well, after all that happened…" Sara's voice trailed off, her eyes lighting upon something.

Both Lucy and Lily turned to follow her sight. "What is it?" Lucy yawned, leaning upon Sara's heavily clothed shoulder. Her breath came out in a white puff.

"Oh… nothing.. At all." Both girls looked at their friend skeptically.

Lucy shrugged, yawning again, her eyes fluttering closed.

They flew open when a familiar voice interrupted her slumber.

"Hey, can I sit with you?" Remus asked politely, looking specifically at Lucy.

Her cheeks blushed red. "Of course." She agreed, shivering as the wind blew in another attack.

"Cold?"

Lucy nodded fervently. "Extremely." In response, Remus wrapped his arms around her, snuggling her close and laying his head on hers. Sara and Lily stared, eyes wide.

Lucy froze under his arms, unsure of how to react. After a startling whistle blew and the teams flew into the air, Lucy slowly began to relax, embracing Remus back. Lily and Sara turned, still looking bewildered, and watched the game. The score was still 0 to 0, and the quaffle was being tossed to and fro between different players.

"Violet Brown carries the quaffle," Nicholas's Jordan's voice rang out to the stadiums, "A pass to George Wood, oooh and Hufflepuff chaser Harriet Blonger takes a knock from a bludger sent by Sirius Black, good going Sirius."

"NICHOLAS!" Professor McGonagall yelled, glaring at him as James and Sirius swooped together to give each other high fives.

"Sorry Professor, oh and there's a pass to Fanny Bell oh but Regulas hit her with a bludger, stupid boy, and-" "NICHOLAS!!!!!!!!"

"Sorry.. Sorry."Lily laughed at Nick Jordan's commentary on the game, he was known for taking sides with Gryffindor. Her grin widened in interest when she noticed Sara's expression. She was avidly watching Sirius whack a bludger towards a Hufflepuff player (which hit them quite accurately in the middle of the forehead) cheering him on.

"YOU LIKE SIRIUS!?!?!?!?!" Lily shouted.

"What!?!?!" Sara yelped, her eyes tearing away from him.

Lily patted her on the shoulder with a woolen gloved hand. "It's obvious. Don't deny it."

James suddenly took off, flying after a golden glint 10 meters ahead of him. Amos was a few feet behind James, urging his broom on and distracting Lily slightly.

"Fine. But no telling." Sara admitted, knowing Lily would have found out sooner or later. Apparently Lucy and Remus had not heard; they were too busy snuggling.

Lily smiled, checking the score on the board. Gryffindor; 70, Hufflepuff; 20. They were winning with ease. She watched as James dove to the ground, pulling up inches before a collision. Amos, however, had pulled out to early, leaving James and the snitch all alone. James was now inches away from winning the game, his hand outstretched and wind snatching at his hair. He leaned forward in anticipation, knowing exactly what he had to do. Already close to the ground, James stood up on his broom, perfectly balanced despite the wild wind and speed he was going at. Carefully, in slow motion, he threw himself forward, disappearing into a whirl of dust. Lily stood up immediately, concern and worry masking her face.

"Is he okay!?!" She asked the air, beginning to hurry down the stairs to the ground.

Soon enough the dust cleared, revealing James to be holding in his grasp; the golden snitch.

Sorry if it's not good, I wasn't really in the mood to write when I did this. Hope you like it!