A/N: Thank you, again, for all the reviews. I have to say, I have never been grumbled at for taking to long to write a chapter…hehe…the only one who grumbles at me most of the time is my English professor…she also growls…scary…but I digress. People seem to be strangely worried about Hermione. Don't worry; she's a big lass, with a good head on her shoulders.
Hermione felt strangely guilty about lying to Lily. Well, she didn't really lie, but gave Lily the edited version. Hermione prided herself on her wits, she was clever, no doubt about it. Just clever enough to make the edited version seem plausible. No mention of Wormtail was in it at all. But still, she felt as though she was cheating Lily out of telling her all about her son's life that she missed. She skirted around the issue of Sirius being in Azkaban, (by saying, "he got framed, but I don't know what for,") and left it at that. But still, she felt Lily was entitled to know. It was her son, after all.
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"Lessons!" Said Lily briskly, hauling a stack of books equal to the size of those Hermione carried in third year.
"Lots of fun." Said James, completely deadpan, carrying another stack equal to that of Lily's. Hermione and Harry sat side by side in an empty classroom, both looking slightly anxious. For the first time in her life, Hermione looked afraid of learning.
"Now," said Lily, sorting through the books. "These are the books that James and I accumulated throughout our training as aurors. They are also the books that Sirius and Remus accumulated, and, we have left several other stacks in the common room, which we will have the pleasure of looking through later."
Harry winced. So many books…Hermione was going to have a field day. In fact, it seemed as if she had already started. She was glowing, and looking as though she was itching to grab the books out of Lily's hands and begin memorising every page.
"Now," said Lily, "When you train as an auror, you normally pick a specific area to train in. For instance, I chose charms and medical charms. But you also must always train in combat and combating spells as well as your own area. I can battle my way into the middle of a war, blast away most of the enemies, and try to heal a few soldiers."
"I chose transfiguration, and advanced human transfiguration, besides the combative training." Said James, "I can make myself look like anyone on earth, as long as I have seen them first."
"But," said Lily, "You two are special. You need to train in all areas. Not just one. So, luckily enough, we each have special knowledge of each type of area that you must know. Your timetable is here." She handed Hermione and Harry each a sheet of paper, which read:
6.00-6.30 Breakfast
6.30-10.30 Animal Sciences/Herboligy: Prof. Remus Lupin
10.40-1.00 Transfiguration/Human transfiguration: James Potter
1.00-2.00- lunch and break
2.00-5.30 Charms/Medical charms/hexes: Lily Potter
5.30-6.00 Dinner and break
6.00-9.00 Potions/dark arts study: Sirius Black
9.00-11.00 Combative training: Prof. Remus Lupin, James Potter, Lily Potter, and Sirius Black
11.00-11.30 Homework
11.30-bed
"You will adhere strictly to this schedule," said James, looking uncharacteristically serious. He suddenly grinned. "You have left Hogwarts and now are in the boot camp from Hell."
"Right," said Lily, glaring at him. "After we see that you are getting on well with you're lessons, we will add mimicry lessons and muggle studies."
"We don't need muggle studies!" Hermione and Harry joined in a simultaneous outcry.
"This is not the normal kind," said Lily. "But we will see to it that you get them, when you are ready."
"Oh bugger," said Harry, putting his head on the desk.
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"What about Quiddtich?" Harry paced his room. James was sitting calmly on top of his bed, watching.
"What about it?"
"I suppose you wouldn't know, Dad, but Quiddtich was my life. I was the youngest seeker in a century. I was hoping for Quiddtich captain this year. But I'm throwing it away to save the world." He sounded undeniably sarcastic.
"Youngest seeker in a century?" James grinned. "Those are my genes, those are."
"Yeah, Professor McGonagall told me." Harry grinned now too. "What position did you play?"
"She didn't tell you that? After all my fame and glory?"
"No…no, not really."
"Chaser. Sirius was a beater, Remus and Peter sat on the sidelines and watched us get hauled off to the hospital wings after the games. But most of the time, Sirius got thrown off the field before he had a chance to finish the game. He once brought his flying motorbike onto the field."
"I can see Sirius as a beater," Harry grinned at the thought of Sirius on his flying motorbike wielding a club. "What did Mum do?"
"Your Mum," said James dramatically, "was the commentator. She was actually good at Quiddtich, but she hates heights, your mum does. She was pretty inflammatory, too. 'What will that idiot Potter do next? If it wasn't for the fact that he was so good looking, that would've been a penalty.'"
"She should meet Lee Jordan. I think they'd like each other."
"Hmmm…" James looked thoughtful. "Maybe I could get Dumbledore to bend the rule about being totally kicked out of Hogwarts…being Quiddtich deprived should be listed under 'cruel and unusual punishment.'"
"Hermione'll be pleased. She spends most of her life watching Quiddtich matches, and then watching me get hauled off to the hospital wing."
"She doesn't like Quiddtich then?"
"Not particularly."
"We'll have to add Quiddtich to the schedule, then."
"She'll kill us both." Harry and James grinned evil identical grins.
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A/N: I apologise for being late, again. I'm trying as much as I can. Oh, I know that Ron hasn't been mentioned much, but he'll be back, don't worry.