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Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter I wouldn't be writing this. Figure it out. I don't own it.

Hermione ran out on to the quidditch pitch where there was a large gathering of people, all looking up at the two strikingly similar figures twisting and turning in the sky. Hermione couldn't tell them apart.

"Ohhhhhhh." Hermione let out an anguished moan. She parted the crowd and looked for Ron; he was standing with Sirius and Peter, who was nearly wetting himself with excitement.

"Oh, Oh! Was that James? Did he catch the snitch?"

"Ron!"

"Hermione."

"What the hell is going on?!" she hissed in to his ear.

"Harry just had to…argh…I dunno."

"Ron you realize…if James and Harry and…Lily and…you know…you know…"

"I know I know!" Ron roughly dragged his fingers through his hair. "I know. But I couldn't. James and Harry have this…abominable pride. And it won't let neither of them give up. This is their tenth game. Harry leading by one. People are starting to say that James ought to be replaced."

"No! We can't let that happen. We must get Harry to stop. Now. And he must also let James win."

Ron snapped his head toward Hermione. "Are you mad? You can't to that! Harry's going to be distraught!"

"Well I don't see much of an alternative; if he were to win then…then…well you know what I mean!"

Sirius was looking at them with a bewildered expression on his face. Hermione and Ron both clasped their hands over their mouth. They didn't realise they were conversing so…loudly. Luckily no one else had noticed. But Sirius was smart enough to understand that there was something between Harry and James.

"What are you two talking about?"

"Nothing." Hermione and Ron both said quickly.

Sirius narrowed his eyes – "I know you two were talking about something. And I want to know. Especially if it involves James."

Hermione and Ron both turned to each other helplessly.

Above them, Harry had caught the snitch again. James looked so pissed off it was almost scary – almost like seeing Harry in indignant rage after an unfair dispute with Snape.

"Spit it out." Sirius said seriously. (A/N: ahahahah…..sorry that just sounded funny…)

Hermione and Ron stood, silent, looking at each other and refusing to make eye contact with Sirius.

There was a great whoop. James had caught the snitch. Lily was following the game in quiet contemplation with her green eyes and a small frown on her face. Hermione was so worried she was wringing her hands. Sirius grabbed the both roughly by their arms and dragged them away from the crowd.

"We are not going to tell you." Ron said resolutely.

"Ron – !" Hermione grabbed his robes roughly and held it tightly.

"So there is something."

Ron muttered sacrilege under his breath.

Hermione pressed her lips together so tightly that they were white.

"What is it?"

"Look Sirius – we really can't tell you. It's Dumbledore's orders." Ron said, matter-of-factly, looking a little more confident.

"Dumbledore?"

Hermione nodded.

Sirius walked away from them muttering to himself.

"Phew."

"Phew?!" Hermione hissed, "Now Sirius definitely knows something's up. And he's smart – he will figure it out."

"Well what was I supposed to do?"

Hermione just shook her head. And took her wand out. She took a deep breath.

"What are you doing?" Ron asked with his eyes wide.

"I'm helping James win."

Ron grabbed Hermione's wrist. "You can't do that."

"I have to! Imagine – If Harry wins, Lily will like him better and then he'll never be born!"

"Eh? What the hell are you talking about?"

"Ron, don't you see? Lily likes Harry!"

Ron made a face. "Are you mad? That is just…eugh."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I didn't expect you to notice Mr. Sensitivity, but I think Lily likes Harry."

"What proof do you have?" Ron asked incredulously with a slight edge of sarcasm to his voice.

Hermione rolled her eyes – "Listen. Harry is a matured version of James. Which is what Lily is looking for."

"Ron scoffed –"You are just like being romantic. So what now? You're going to be a matchmaker for Lily and James?"

Hermione snatched her wrist from Ron's grasp. "Shut up."

"Hermione stop. Think about it. Sirius always said that Lily and James were besotted with each other and they still are. They just have this love/hate thing going on. Harry isn't going to change that."

"Argh! I don't care. If Harry punctures James' ego equally bad things can happen."

Ron shrugged. "I am NOT responsible for what happens next."

Hermione helped James win five times in a row. The game ended quite abruptly with James sporting a grin larger than the fat lady's backside. Harry looked like he could kill Voldemort by just glaring at him. Ron and Hermione stood at the back of the crowd twitching while Sirius was talking to Remus conspiratorially. Peter, as usual was wetting himself with excitement at James's victory (Which was all thanks to Hermione's wand waving).

"Good game Granger."

"Likewise." Harry spat out tersely between his tightly gritted teeth.

James swung his broomstick over his shoulder casually and chanced a glance at Lily, who was busy staring at Harry. Hermione poked Ron in the ribs with her elbow and motioned to her. Ron gave her a "So what" look. Hermione mumbled under her breath about stupid blind boys.

"If there was anything between them, and I believe so firmly that there wasn't, then you only helped Lily like Harry better because he was acting mature. He wasn't complaining or anything! If you did anything then you just made the situation worse."

Hermione walked on silently, refusing to look at Ron.

"So Miss know-it-all, you just sprouted an incestuous relationship between mother and son. This is Oedipus and Jocasta all over again. Harry's going to kill James. And then marry Lily."

"Aha!" Suddenly from the shadows jumped out a voice.

"Ah!"

"Ah!" Ron and Hermione both jumped a mile high while the paintings in the corridor craned their heads from their gold frames.

Then appeared Sirius. He was holding the invisibility cloak.

"Aha."

"Si-si-sirius."

Sirius circled the both menacingly.

"So." He glared. "So."

Ron swore. "Fuck."

"Who are you?" Sirius asked, folding the invisibility cloak.

"We can't tell you." Hermione said in a trembling voice.

"You better tell me Miss Granger. Or are you called something else?"

"No. No I'm called Hermione Granger."

"So who is Harry Granger?"

"He's my cousin."

"Bull shit."

Hermione drew her wand.

"Hermione what are you doing?" Ron asked uncertainly – he knew that Hermione was a true advocator of 'desperate situations calls for desperate measures'. She could hex Sirius and he wouldn't be surprised.

"Obliviate!" she cried.

Sirius ducked the spell with a shocked expression on his face. He advanced on Hermione threateningly. Ron placed himself in front of her.

"Look here Sirius – we want to be your friend. In fact we are friends. We just can't tell you this."

"She tried to Ovliviate me!"

"She had her legitimate reasons."

"You two; out with it. Or we duel."

Hermione and Ron looked helplessly at each other.

"If you don't tell James or anyone else." Ron blurted out.

Sirius narrowed his eyes. "I must tell James."

"Fine then. We tell you nothing." Ron grabbed Hermione by the arm and led her away from Sirius.

"Wait!" Sirius stopped them. "Fine, I won't."

"How do we trust you?"

"I am a man of my word."

"I don't trust him." Hermione said to Ron.

"Sirius. This is really something you should not tell James or his whole future would be an absolute misery."

Sirius nodded.

"Can't we just not tell you?"

"If you don't tell me then I'll tell James something is going on."

Hermione took in a big breath. Then another. "Alright."

"We are from the future."

Sirius looked at them incredulously. "You expect me to believe that?"

"Well it's true!" Hermione said indignantly.

"Oh come on. From the future? What sort of rubbish is this?"

"You want us to PROVE to you that we're from the future?" Hermione asked menacingly.

Sirius guffawed.

"You have a brother called Regulus."

This caught Sirius' attention.

"How…?"

"You ran away from home and moved to James' because you parents were pure blood fanatics."

"What…"

"You want to know something else that will happen in the near future?" Hermione glared at him. Ron stopped her.

"Hermione…nothing about the future! Remember?"

"Well? Do you believe us now?"

"How?"

"Time turner."

"Eh?"

"It isn't invented yet and Professor Dumbledore is looking for another way to transport us back. A time turner is a device which enables us to go back or forward in time. We had a little accident with it and it landed us here"

"So…so…"

"Figure it out genius…" Ron said under his breath. Sirius glared.

"You mean to tell me that. Harry is…"

Sirius seemed too shocked to finish the sentence. He looked wide eyed from Ron to Hermione then to Ron again, looking at him like he could provide a suitable explanation. Ron almost laughed at the comical expression on Sirius' face.

"And James and Lily…?!"

Sirius started pacing and muttering things under his breath. Suddenly he seemed excited.  "So what happens? When do James and Lily stop acting like idiots and figure it out?"

"Pretty soon."

"And then? And then what happens?"

Ron and Hermione looked at each other nervously.

"We really can't tell you…and I don't think you'd want to know." Hermione said quietly.

Sirius' proud head drooped a little. "Something bad happens?"

"No. Not necessarily."

"Then what?"

"You see THIS is why we didn't want to tell you. You keep asking us questions."

"And now you see I am going to have to obliviate you." Hermione sighed.

"NO! Don't…I won't tell and I won't ask. Thank you for telling me. Thanks for trusting me."

"This wouldn't be the first time." Ron said with a smirk.

"What do you mean?"

"Ah. Can't tell you." He said wistfully.

"Hi Harry."

"Oh. Hello. Erm. Lily." Harry did have to fight the urge to say, "Oh hi mum!"

"You're a good quidditch player."

Harry flushed. "Oh. Thank you."

"Do you mind if I sit down?"

"Sure." Harry moved his rolls of parchment from the chair next to him so Lily could sit. She sat and flashed him a smile, which he thought was very pretty, and took out her potions essay.

"Have you been playing long?" Lily took her bottle of ink and her quills out.

"Yeah. Since I was in first year." Harry said nervously.

"Well, I wish you were playing for Gryffindor."

"You have James." Harry tried to keep the bitterness from his voice.

Lily shrugged, "Yeah but he's…"

Harry wasn't sure whether he wanted a romantic low-down on his mother and father's love life but he steeled himself for it and decided to be sensitive. He wanted his mother and father to get together – he won't be born otherwise.

"He's what?"

"He's too annoying."

Oh.

"Why?"

"I don't know." Lily shrugged again. "His swagger, the way he talks like he knows everything, the way he demeans people, the way he still plays jokes on Severus the way he think I'll just go out with him if he asks."

Harry didn't know what to say. "So you…you don't want to go out with him?"

"No!" Lily let out a laugh.

Harry's head drooped. "Er…well I think he's a great guy Lil. I mean he's smart and he's popular. And he's nice." Harry said hurriedly. Lily seemed to glow.

"See that's what I like about you Harry – you are so modest and you speak well of others. James is just a big headed pig. I'll never go out with him even if he grovels."

And Harry thought Voldemort was the only thing that was a threat to his existence.

From a distance, Hermione was giving Ron an 'I told you so' look.

A/N: Don't worry Harry will be born. I'm sure Hermione will help Lily and James get together some way or another. And Sirius…I'm having a hard time deciding whether I'll obliviate him or not but I felt that he sort of needed to find out somehow.

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