Kay: Hey everybody. I'm glade you're liking this story. I know It's confusing, but it'll make more sense as the story progresses. I tend to put a little mystery into my stories n.n

Chapter 2
Diagon Day, Part One

"Tap, tap." A young boy with messy black hair rolled over, covering his head with his pillow. "Tap, tap."

"Alright, alright! Cool your jets, Snitch!" The boy threw off the covers, and stalked over to the window to allow the well fed barn owl to come in. Snitch got his name from his master's favorite sport, Quiditch. Yes, James Potter loved Quiditch, and had been the Gryphondor seeker for about 3 years, now. And he was pretty darn proud of it, too. Snitch dropped the rolled up piece of parchment on the bed side table, and then went to his usual perch in the corner of the room. James checked who it was from, and smiled to see the name "Padfoot" scrawled in familiar handwriting. Eagerly, he opened it up.

Prongs,

Have you read the paper, lately? Something happened with the time turners at the Department of Mysteries, and now, supposedly, we're in some weird dimension that's in between our time and some other time. Weird, huh? I wonder if we're still alive, in the future. That would be cool, meeting our future selves.

We still on with our usual plans?

Padfoot

James read and reread the letter, trying to make sense of it. The future? Then, he smiled. If he was alive in the future, and say…married to a certain Lily Evans…

James shook his head to clear his mind of the thoughts. He didn't even know how many years into the future he was. For all he knew, it could be one year into the future, or 100! But still, one could dream…

"James, honey, breakfast is ready."

"Coming, Grandmum," James said, and ran down to eat.

­­­­­­­­­­­"James, could you make your self useful and feed Guinevere for me? I kind of have my hands full with Genevieve." A young girl with shoulder length, straight black hair asked, balancing a 7 month old baby girl in one arm, and a baby girl in another.

"Matilda, you're doing it all wrong, you're supposed to hold her like this,"Oliver, James's twin brother said, taking Genevieve from her and demonstrating how you were supposed to hold a 7 month old toddler when feeding her, as James followed suit.

Oliver was tallish, with brown hair and blue eyes. Matilda rolled her eyes. "Good morning you five," a kindly voice came from the direction of the dinning room.

"Good morning, Grandmum," the three children who where able to talk said.

"You children had better finish up with breakfast and then move along. We want to get to Diagon Ally before everything is gone, don't we?" The children nodded and hurried up. James smiled. Diagon Day, as it was called in his family, was his favorite day of the summer. Diagon Day was the day when he met up with his friends to make their plans for the year. Plans of absolute mischief.


Kay: There you have it. I hope you all liked it. Review!