1Disclaimer: If Harry Potter were mine, I'd be writing the seventh book and receiving all the royalties off of it, but I'm broke, so obviously none of the books or stuff inside belong to me.

As James and Lily bickered on, Sirius looked over at Harry, sizing him up. He looked a lot like James alright. He was about medium height, and thin; built like a seeker. He even had James' untamable hair. Yes, he was the spitting image of his "father", that was definite. But that scar, how could he have gotten it? That was no ordinary scar. And those eyes. Sirius knew he recognized them. He looked back at James and Lily, his eyes widening, before looking back at the obviously upset Harry. Those were Lily's eyes. He'd stake his life on it.

"...and furthermore, James I'm-the-most-arrogant-pompous-airhead-in-all-of-England Potter, I am overcome with disgust at just the sight of you. I can't believe..." Lily was cut off when Sirius suddenly shouted.

"Oi! Evans! If you can find it in yourself to stop screaming, then maybe we can get something accomplished." Lily looked like she might snap a retort back at him, but she caught sight of Harry and stopped, looking slightly sheepish. "Now, what was your name again?" Sirius asked Harry, once he could hear himself think.

"Harry. Harry Potter," Harry replied, still a little dazed.

"Well, I think introductions are in order," said Lily, stepping forward and holding out her hand for him to shake. "My name is Lily Evans."

Harry shook her hand, and Lily couldn't for the life of her understand why he had that strange look on his face. Harry, on the other hand, couldn't for the life of him believe that he was actually shaking hands with his long-deceased mother. "I know who you are," he said as soon as he had found his voice again. Lily looked at him strangely, but didn't say anything.

"Well, I think it would be prudent for us to go see the headmaster, don't you think?" asked Remus.

"Finally, somebody with some common sense," Lily sighed, looking pointedly at James. "Honestly Remus, I don't see why you would tolerate the company of these two, much less be their friends." Remus just shrugged, and Harry looked down at the tile on the bathroom floor.

"Well, I suppose I could take you to McGonagall." The four looked at him in surprise. McGonagall? What about Dumbledore?

"Did the old man finally retire then?" asked James softly. Something about the way Harry looked told him it was not as pleasant as retirement.

"Professor Dumbledore...died last year," Harry said, wishing that he didn't have to. The four were shocked into silence for a minute. Even if they could have talked, they wouldn't have pressed the matter. Even Sirius knew that this was not just a simple case of death by natural causes like old age. And obviously, Harry didn't like talking about it. Sirius was the first to break the silence.

"McGonagall, eh? She never did really like me that much. Or any of us for that matter. Well, with the exception of Lily. She always did get on well with the teachers."

"Well, at least I make decent grades, Sirius. I'm sure the only reason you don't fail every one of your classes is because Remus forces you to study," retorted Lily. Sirius just grinned and Remus tried to keep a straight face. It was true. Sirius would never have passed any exam or class if not for Remus. "What about you, Harry?" asked Lily. "What kind of marks do you have?" (For those of you who don't know, she's referring to his grades)

"Fair," Harry replied with a grin. He was alright at his classes, but nowhere near as good as Hermione. And he would definitely not have the marks he did if Hermione didn't keep after him to do his homework and to study.

"Oh, please don't tell me you're the smartest kid in school," said James with a groan. "I mean, I don't want a stupid git for a son, but I don't want a know-it-all either. Ow." James said this last part as Lily slapped him on the arm and pushed him, looking angry. Harry grinned again.

"No, the smartest kid in school is my friend Hermione Granger."

"You're friends with her?" asked Sirius incredulously.

"Well, it's not like our whole lives revolve around schoolwork, you know," said Harry in defense. "Hermione isn't as uptight as you'd think. She used to be, but she's calmed down quite a bit. She's helped Ron and me out of loads of tight places. If it wasn't for her and her genius, Ron and I would be dead. Besides, you can't very well defeat a mountain troll together in your first year and not become friends." The four looked at him in disbelief at his last remark. A mountain troll? In their first year? He had to be kidding. Right?

"Wait, what do you mean you'd be dead?" asked Lily. "How much trouble can you get into here? Even these three couldn't get themselves killed at Hogwarts." Harry looked at her a moment, and ran his hand through his hair before looking at the floor.

"Maybe I should take you to McGonagall after all," muttered Harry.

"This doesn't by any chance have to do with the fact that three of us are supposed to be dead now, does it?" asked Remus. Harry swallowed hard, trying to figure out a way to tell them the story.

A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. Please review, and I'll try to update more often. And I could use some ideas for their first adventure, if you've got any floating around in your head and want to give me one.