It was a couple of days later at breakfast. All students were excited as usual to see the owl post come in. Harry, in the middle of buttering a piece of toast, noticed a strange owl coming towards him. It dropped a note into his orange juice but Harry could still read it.
"It's from Professor Trepur, she wants to have lunch with me this afternoon."
"Really? Well, I s'pose it sounds like fun."
All too soon Harry was knocking on the door of what he assumed to be Professor Trepur's office. He only found it because of the Marauder's Map. There was never a day he wasn't glad that he had it.
Professor Trepur was sitting at her desk in a room that was covered in marked maps, timelines, and even some family trees.
"Nice office." Harry said by way of a greeting.
"Oh, hello Harry. Thank you. I've been thinking this week and have decided to tell you the story of the first time your mother and I met. You know about James, right?" Harry nodded his head. He remembered that before his mother and father got together, James Potter had been a somewhat conceited prat. He actually found it quite amusing.
"Well, I was sitting in a train compartment all by myself..."

-Flashback-

Hannah was a quiet girl with pretty brown hair. She was a half-blood, sitting in a compartment all by herself. She was entering her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and was positively tingling with excitement.
A girl with red and hair and intense green eyes entered. The odd thing about her was that she was soaking wet.
"Can I sit here?" She asked timidly.
Hannah nodded fervently and then stuck out her hand for the girl to shake.
"Hannah Trepur." She said in a friendly voice.
"Lily Evans." The girl smiled.
The girls were sitting in partial silence talking about how they thought Hogwarts would be when Hannah's curiosity got the better of her.
"Why are you all wet?" she asked before she could stop herself.
"Oh, that," said Lily, and she smiled. "Some idiotic boy dumped water on me. Then I hexed him with one of the jinxes I've been reading about. Of course, I don't think it worked entirely, but I got away before his posse could see me properly. They both giggled and by the end of the train ride were firm best friends.

-End of Flashback-

Harry laughed at this story and went to do his homework feeling much better. He was also rather excited as tomorrow was the first Quidditch match of the season. He had worked the new team very hard and felt they could take anything that Hufflepuff threw at them. He had canceled today's practice and told his team to relax.

The day of the match dawned bright and clear. The Gryffindor team marched out onto the field to a tumultuous applause from their own house and polite appulause from the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. However this was equally matched by the boos they received from the Slytherins. Madam Hooch released the balls and the match began. Lee Jordan was no longer commentator as he had graduated, but Seamus Finnigan had happily accepted the job.
"And they're off...it's Gryffindor in possession...Euan Abercrombie of Gryffindor...passes to Ginny Weasley....yes, as always there are two Weasleys on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, must be a tradition by now...Weasley passes to Thomas...Dean Thomas, her boyfriend, mind you and my best friend--"
On the field Ginny could be heard yelling something at Seamus as she turned the color of a radish.
"THOMAS SCORES! That's Gryffindor in the lead, ten to zero..."
Harry was circling the game high above everyone else, squinting for any sign of the Snitch. He thought he saw something gold glinting near the Gryffindor stands, but it appeared to be a particularly large earring of Parvati Patil's which she had just received as a gift from family in India. And so the game went on.
"Thomas in possession...passes to Abercrombie...intercepted by a Hufflepuff—can't tell who I can only see his or her back—stolen by Weasley...Weasley scores! Gryffindor leads sixty to thirty! It's Hufflepuff in possession...Sally-Anne Perks of Hufflepuff...tries to put it past the Gryffindor Keeper...come on, Ron, you can do it...YES! I mean, er...saved by the Gryffindor Keeper...Gryffindor in possession..."
And then Harry saw it. A glint of gold near the teachers' seats. He shot his Firebolt toward the stands, the Hufflepuff seeker on his tail...he reached out his right hand...zooming closer and closer to the ground and closed it on something before somersaulting out of the air and onto the grass.
"GRYFFINDOR WINS! GRYFFINDOR WINS ONE TWO HUNDRED AND TEN TO THIRTY!"
The Gryffindors fell back to the ground yelling themselves hoarse. Hermione ran over to Ron and Harry and hugged them each in turn.
"That was spectacular!" she screamed over the roaring crowd.
They returned to the Gryffindor common room and to a party that lasted through to one o'clock in the morning. Some one had had the brains to perform a silencing charm on the room. Then at last, Harry went to bed, full of good food and drink and the happiness that could only come from an excellent Quidditch match.

Authors Note: Sorry for the wait before the update. Fan fiction server has been down and I have been unable to post or reveiw. Thanks to my wonderful beta reader Desipoplover13 who wrote the details of the quidditch match and fixed the grammical errors and such. I wrote the first death of a character in one of the chapters betwen 30 and 35. So look out. I also have a quick note to make that I couldn't because I havem't been allowed to reveiw.

Actionmaster: I just read your story today! It was very long, but I liked it a lot. The only thing that I really have a promblem with is that you are expanding way out of the dream team and Riddle by bringing Neville and all there dates along. Its a good story though and very impressive. I am excited for chapter 13. Hope High school didn't suck to bad yet.