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Hye em yes: Thank you. I was pretty sure about Lee, but not so sure about Katie, because she was on the team in Harry's first year and I'm not sure if seeker was the only position they filled that year.

Eric2: Thank you! That's a good suggestion, but I don't like making original characters, and I already know where I'm going with James and Harry in this story. I've actually written some of the later chapters.

Hermione21: Thank you! I'm glad you like it.

Faith-Tse: Good job on finding the responses. Sorry for causing all the trouble. J I was going to add some swear words, but I think I'll try to keep them out. It's not worth changing the rating for that. Thanks for the help with Lee and Katie. Thanks for reviewing!

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Born2driveat16: Thanks for the Lee/Katie help. I think I'm going to keep the responses at the end of the chapter from now on. I actually am working on a Sirius not going through the veil AU, but I don't know if I'll ever put it up. Glad you liked the chapter.

Krissygurl: Everyone is saying Lee goes bye-bye, but Katie might be back. I'm not sure what I'm gonna do for that situation yet. Thanks for the help. Sorry this chapter took so long.

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HPprincess23: -sniff- Poor Harry. I actually go a little teary writing it. I like Harry and James as friends as well, so I speeded it up by... like the whole school year... causing me to change my outline, but oh well. It'll all work out it the end. Thanks for reviewing!

Yaminy-grint4eva: Did they? I was pretty sure Lee was, but I can't quote any of it from the book. Maybe I'll check later. Thanks for your help! Sorry to update is so late.

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Queerditch Marsh: I always liked the theory that Harry was abused, so I'll probably use it a lot. Thanks for the Katie/Lee help! Thank you for reviewing!

Stars Enchantress: Thank you so much! I'm glad I finally wrote something along the lines of well. I think chapter 12 is my new favorite for this story. Yes, mush is awesome, but not everyone agrees with us, so I have to keep it to a minimum.

I'd rather not say: Seeing that you reviewed chapter one, I agree. I'd like to just delete that chapter. Over the summer, I started using 'said' less in my dialog and I think I've started writing less dialog as well. And yes, I agree so much, Dumbledore, as well as almost every character is out of character, but I was never really a fun of being really in character. Sorry. Thanks for the constructive criticism.

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Author's Note: So sorry this chapter took me ages. I never though high school could be so hard. I have almost no computer time on school days, so I spend it catching up on reading fanfics first. Really, this fanfic is one of my priorities though. About Katie/Lee, I'm not sure if I'll keep Katie or not and I guess I'll have to replace Lee as announcing for Quidditch. Anyway, this is a really short chapter, but I hope you all still like it. I'll try to make chapter 14 longer.


Chapter 13: Can't Change the Past

Harry awoke the next morning thoroughly confused.

"What the..." he muttered as he noticed he was in his parents' bed.

Where were his parents and why was he in their bed? He got up and was relieved to hear the sound of frying bacon downstairs. He went into his room, grabbed a fresh change of clothes and took a short shower. He dressed quickly and headed downstairs to grab a piece of toast.

Harry was unsurprised to see James downstairs in the kitchen as usual. He wondered if his parents had jobs. Both seemed to always be home. 'Maybe they are just on holiday' Harry thought. Harry decided he should ask.

"Do you two have jobs?" asked Harry.

Both Lily and James seemed a bit started by this sudden question.

"What?" asked James.

"Do you work?" asked Harry again.

"You didn't tell him yet?" Lily hissed into James' ear so Harry couldn't hear. James didn't answer.

"Oh, well, your father's family is quite wealthy..." Lily finally said.

"We haven't needed to work. The money has been enough. We were both active members of the Order though. We still are members, but not as active."

"Oh," was all Harry could say.

They ate their breakfast in silence. Well, they meaning Harry. James just poked at his food with his fork. Harry shouldn't have had to ask about their careers at all, he should have known. After Harry finished his plate, he got up and left the table, not bothering to ask if he was excused.

He went upstairs in hope to formulate some plays for the Gryffindor Quidditch team early. He soon found that not knowing who would be a chaser next year would be a problem. He finally decided on making up a training plan for the team until school started and he knew exactly who was on the team. As he put his plan aside he wondered who the other captions would be. Slytherin would need a new captain.

"Harry!" came a voice from hallway.

Harry hesitated for a moment before getting up and walking out the door. He knew it had been James calling him, so he was in no hurry. He stopped in James' doorway and leaned against the frame.
"What?" he asked impatiently. It wasn't the fact that Harry was busy that made him mad, because he wasn't doing anything anyway. It was the fact that James could have gotten up and bothered him instead of making Harry walk all the way down the hallway. Harry almost laughed at the thought of how lazy that sounded of him.

"Do you think you'd want to... hang out or something? Your mum went our for the afternoon and... I thought it might be fun..." James trailed off. He wasn't sure what Harry would think of the idea so soon.

"What would be do?" said Harry. He seemed a bit interested in the idea. Reading books had lost his interest the last time he was grounded.

"We could go flying?" James suggested.

Harry looked down at the ground, "You grounded me, remember?"

"You remember me saying until I say otherwise?"

"Yes,"

"Well, I say otherwise."

"But-"

"Don't make me change my mind, Harry. I think you've learned your lesson already."

"But it was only one full day-"

"I was surprised by how maturely you acted with the punishment. You did your letters, your essay and you even began showing me a lot of respect. If you don't think that's enough, I'd like to know how you could add on to it."

Harry grinned, "When can we leave?"

They both met at the bottom of the steps, broomstick in hand. Harry's Firebolt was shinning brightly from of the sun rays streaming through the window. He had just polished his handle a few days ago. James' Cleansweep 5 was looking as old as ever. A twig was poking out of the side and the wood was a dull shade of brown.

They both walked out the door and mounted their brooms. Harry, in a hurry to get back into the air, soared off before James had even finished mounting. The breeze was refreshing.

"Hey!" James called after him.

Harry stopped and doubled back to let James catch up. He did have an unfair advantage with his Firebolt. They both flew slowly around the field together, exchanging stories of their childhood. James almost fell off his broom when Harry told him about the bars on his window before second year.

"Insane Dursley's..." James muttered as Harry blocked him from falling off the broom.

Harry nodded in agreement.

"Ron bailed me out though. Showed up with a car and took me to the burrow while the Dursley's were asleep."

"He sounds like a good friend."

"He is. He was my first real friend."

James was about to say something, but Harry cut him off.

"My cousin just frightened anyone who wanted to be my friend, that's all. Don't worry about it. I met Ron and Hermione at Hogwarts. We're good friends now"

"You were eleven! You're suppose to get friends years before that."

Harry shrugged, "I didn't really have time for friends anyway. We talked about this before, remember? A few days ago."

If that comment was intended to cheer James up, it failed badly. He frowned, but didn't dare press the subject farther. He knew pushing Harry into conversations like that could lose him his one chance.

"Oh, yeah, right... Sorry." mumbled James.

They continued to fly around in silence. James glanced at Harry every so often. When he knew Harry wasn't looking; he could get away with it. Around there 27th lap or so, Harry broke the silence.

"Is there a reason you keep staring at me?" Harry asked coolly.

'He saw me?' James thought hard for an excuse, but couldn't come up with a good one. "Not really."

"Oh, well, that helps." Harry added sarcastically.

James looked down, "I was just thinking..."

"About what?"

"Well... I think... I don't get to see you much... having fun I mean. We need to do more fun activities."

"Like what? Our ideas of fun differ a bit I think."

James thought for a moment. "We both like Quidditch. Maybe we could..." James trailed off. Harry wouldn't want to do that. Too much attention.

"Maybe we could-" Harry pressed.

"Nothing, it's a stupid idea."

"I want to hear it anyway."

"I was thinking we could maybe have some of our friends over for a game of Quidditch." James flew down a bit lower from Harry.

"What?"

"I didn't think you'd want to... I was just thinking... That's okay, it was just a suggestion."

"No, that's a great idea! When can we have the game?" asked Harry.

James' eyes brightened. Harry flew down so he was beside James again. They began planning out the match and weren't finished with the plans until dusk. Lily had come out and scolded them for staying out flying so late.

"Lils, it's barely even dark yet..." James reasoned.

"I thought you grounded Harry."

"Yeah, I did, but-"

"You ungrounded him?" Lily asked.

The expression on James' face clearly said that he did.

"You're too soft for your own good sometimes, you know that?"

"Think of it in a good way. If I went so soft, I wouldn't have you."

Harry took this as his chance to leave the room unnoticed. His parents obviously hadn't noticed he was in he room at all to begin with. He rushed upstairs to write owls to Hermione and the Weasleys. James had asked him to send out the invitations for the match. They had decided on inviting all the Weasleys, Hermione, Remus, Luna, Neville, Tonks, Dean, Seamus and Oliver. Harry decided to write Ron first.

Ron,

How's it going at The Burrow? Everything's been okay here. For some reason, I'll already un-grounded. My dad is way to lenient sometimes, but I like it that way. Anyway, the reason I'm writing is because my dad and I would like to hold a Quidditch match against all of our friends. You, as well as Charlie, Bill, Ginny, Percy, Fred, George and your parents are all invited. Though I doubt Percy will show up... It's next Saturday. I hope you all can come.

-Harry

Harry took out another sheet of parchment to write to Hermione.

Hermione,

How are you? I hope you'll skip the lecture I know you want to give me. Believe me, I've had more than enough lectures already. My dad was furious, but he's gotten over it. I'm already ungrounded.

We've decided to hold a Quidditch match before summer break ends. It's next Saturday. I've already written to Ron about it. I really hope you'll come to watch at least. I know you won't want to play.

I'm sending this with Hedwig now. Send me a reply back with her.

-Harry

Harry scribbled Hermione name on the front of her letter and added Ron's name on his. He called Hedwig over and tied both pieces or parchment to her leg.

"Take these to Ron an Hermione. Wait for a reply from Hermione, because she doesn't have an owl."

Hedwig hooted in response and flew off out the window. Harry watched her form get smaller and smaller, until he could no longer see her. He suddenly felt a wave of tiredness sweep over him and sunk down into his bed. Flying was a lot more tiring than he though it was. He eyes closed and he drifted off into sleep.

End Note: Next chapter: The Quidditch match most likely