Rhysel Ash – Ok! And no, he doesn't deserve to live.
I Am A Sly Slytherin – k
Tara – me too. Glad you like it
Kleiwer – nice idea.
Kate – I like that idea! Hmmm….
A.A Milne number 2 – thankyou! Glad you like it!
MerlinHalliwell – I hate who she killed off, they were my favourite character, and it ISN'T FAIR!!!!
Sam (or is it 'I love Sirius and Remus'?) – No, this is set later, when they have stopped being jerks, and Lily likes James. I agree with what you say about Snape, but I don't want to have to totally change their characters.
Padfootsgurl4eva – I wanna do both! Hey, I just might!
Lady Arwen – Yeah, it was different. Darker. But I loved the bit where Harry yelled for about half a page and the bit with the twins and Ron's knees – mustn't say too much, but you know what I mean!
Stee – thanks for the review
Histastrea – No, Harry + the others are in 4th year, so you-know-who isn't dead yet, and Harry will return at the same time that he left, if you know what I mean. No time will have passed in his time.
Smudged – thanks for telling me, I uploaded chpt. 4 twice, and had to fiddle around a bit. It must've changed the order when I deleted the extra chapter. Fixed now!
Siobhan – I'll try to make them longer, its just that there are so many good cliff-hangers to stop at!
Alecatq – yeah, paying back peter would be a good thing, but Harry can't change the future, remember? If he was nasty to Pete, he could be haunted by the thought that it was his meanness that turned him evil!
Stephanie – yeah, it would be cool…
Ecilla – Your wish is my command!
Smeagol – make it hard for my why don't you! Still, glad u liked it, keep reading!!
Gods! So many reviews! I'm touched!
I'm doing another fic, called Secrets, about Sirius and Remus. It isn't slash; it's the same sort of story as this one. Please read it, and review, and tell me if you like it!
The house elves were happy to give 'James' more food than he could carry. Smiling, and loaded with cold chicken, rolls and muffins, Harry staggered back up to the tower, said the password, somehow made it up the stairs and collapsed onto his bed. No, James' bed. As he ate, he wondered what to do next. Tricking Lucius and maybe Snape was tempting, but he really wanted to play Quidditch too. He also wasn't sure he wanted Peter to know he was here, and Lily might recognise his eyes… But Peter seemed ok in this time…
By the time he had finished the muffins, he had decided. Quidditch, the love of his life, had to come first. Hey, he could even scare Peter, by coming onto the pitch halfway through, and making him think he was James or something.
Just then, there were footsteps on the stairs, and he dived for the invisibility cloak, which he had hung on the bedpost. He was just in time, for half a second later Arthur Weasley and Frank Longbottom walked into the room, talking about Herbology.
"No, the mandrakes are ok, really. It's easy, you just have to be firm with them," Frank said, waiting by the door.
"I suppose, but I still don't like them. I prefer a butterfly bush, something simple," Arthur told him, grabbing his bag and looking through it.
"It's flutterby. By simple, do you mead bubotubers? They were simple enough."
"Ew, no thanks! They were disgusting!" Arthur complained, following his friend back down the staircase.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and decided to get out. He grabbed James' quill and a scrap of parchment from his bag.
Gone flying. See you somewhere! I'll probably be above the forest, or over the lake. HP.
He grabbed his Firebolt, opened the window and soared through, with a skill born of long practice. He had been flying in the evening since he first got the firebolt back after McGonagal confiscated it soon after he'd got it. The wind teased his black hair, making it messier than usual, and his robes flapped behind him. He felt the familiar soaring sensation in his stomach, and grinned. He was free.
About half an hour later, three blurs sped over the lake to meet him. He grinned at the three older teens, and called out;
"Catch me if you can!"
They immediately soared after him, but his firebolt was way faster than their shooting stars, or whatever it was that they were flying. After he had proven that he could out manoeuvre and out fly them, Remus called for a stop.
"Hey, slow down! You're way faster than us! Shall we go to the pitch or something?"
Harry spun round in a tight circle, sped towards the others and braked sharply, nearly running into them.
"Ok.!" He grinned at their startled faces.
"What is the acceleration on that thing?" James asked in awe.
"0-160mph in 10 seconds."
"Wow," Sirius gasped. "That is quite a broom!"
"Where's Remus?" Harry asked, looking round.
They started looking for Remus, and finally spotted him, heading for the cabin where the Quidditch balls were kept. They soared down to help him in a slow dive. Well, Harry thought it was slow. It was as fast as the other brooms could go!
Once they were on the pitch, they each opted to do different things.
"I'll be a beater," Sirius said, hefting a bat in his had.
"Keeper," Remus said quietly.
"Have you ever played anything but seeker?" James asked Harry, who shook his head. "Ok, I played chaser when I first joined the team, as they already had a seeker. I'll play chaser this time"
"Ok," Harry grinned. He mounted his broom, and waited for the others, before soaring down and kicking the lid of the crate open. James dived for the Quaffle, Sirius began to tail the one bludger they were using, and Remus sped off towards the goal pasts. Harry sped upwards, and started to circle, looking for the snitch.
While he was searching, he kept half his mind on watching his father, seeing how he flew, and just watching him. Sirius had said that he was the better flyer, but then he had a better broom. Just then the setting sun reflected off a flash of gold near the sands. He sped towards it, and soon had the snitch clutched tight in his fist.
"I've got it! What's the score?"
"James zoomed up, and grinned at him. "I managed to beat Re four times!"
"Hey, do you want to borrow my broom?" Harry asked, curious to see if his Dad could fly as well with a faster broom.
James' face lit up. "Can I? Wow!"
They landed quickly, and swapped brooms. Sirius was talking with Remus by the goalposts, the bludger held tightly under his arm. James mounted the Firebolt, and soared towards then, calling something Harry didn't catch. He let the snitch go, and mounted the broom, once again taking to the air. It was much slower than the Firebolt, but he managed to coax it into going pretty fast, and set off in search of the snitch.
By the end of half an hour, Harry could see that James was a good flier, but he had a feeling that he was better, even with a slower broom. James didn't swerve as neatly, or dive as recklessly. He didn't have the sense that he belonged on the broom, which Harry felt every time he kicked off.
Once they were having trouble seeing the balls, they returned them to the shed, apart from the snitch, which James put in his pocket, and headed back to the tower. Harry flew up to the window – he hadn't brought the cloak with him, and he didn't want to be seen.
The other three thundered up the stairs about five minutes later, talking loudly about how tired they were, both to stop the other Gryffindors from becoming curious, and to tell Harry that they were coming.
"Ok, Harry. Where are you going to sleep? Can't be with me – incest you know."
"You can have my bed," Sirius said, grinning.
"Ok, but where will you sleep?"
"Um…"
"Sleep on the floor as Padfoot," James joked.
"Hey, you cane come in with me, if you like," Remus offered.
"Thanks, Mooney!"
The tired teenagers fell into bed, Harry wearing a pair of James' pyjamas, and slept until morning.
Next:
Harry plays a trick on Lucius
Lily/Peter find out
Harry plays a trick on Peter
I know I took me a year or so to update – sorry! I found a great story, and copied and pasted it into word and I've been reading it almost non-stop for the last three days. It's 660 pages of size 10 Tahoma!!!! I'm stopping here, because I know you're probably really impatient with me! I'm trying to make the chapters longer. Please bear with me. When my laptop is fixed, if my dad ever gets off his ass to do it, they will be longer. I promise!