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A/N: Woah! First off I am So sorry its taken me this long to update! Originally I was going to update this chapter after HBP, but I got really lazy and un-inspired, plus school has taken all my time from writing any fiction. But here it is! I finally finished the chapter and I have to say I am not as much satisfied with it as I was when I first wrote it. After reading HBP and Harry's quick recovery from angst vile and of course the lack of Sirius tears , The voice I was writing from, for this story vanished. That of course will explain the really Canon Harry for this story in the first half and the more self-preserved calm, Harry at the ending. But I think I might be getting back, as slow as a process it is. I am not abandoning this fic, this story will be complete; why should I leave it? We've come so far. Anyways, yet again sorry you guys! Hope you like the chapter! Let me know what you think with a review! feel free to PM if you wish!

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Chapter 7

"Quiditch and Melancholy"

Sandwiches were staked neatly around the plate that Lily had placed on the living room table. They were half triangles filled with a nice green lettuce, juicy dripping tomatoes, and a combination of ham and cheese. Harry picked one up, his stomachs grumbling stopping after taking a bite. He was famished from all the laughter he'd spent doing for the past hours and for the lack of a good nights sleep he'd been receiving for the past months. He took another grateful bite out of his second sandwich, the grumbling in his stomach subsiding. Lily had gone up to check on his baby self and Remus was getting the rest of lunch.

"Save some room for desert" Remus commented as he directed his wand to three mugs filled with juice on to the table. He seated himself right across from Harry scrutinizing him, a mixture of a smile and a frown clearly on his features. Harry looked up at him having finished his sandwich and picked up his mug, taking a sip of what seemed to be water. He set it down once more looking over at Remus that took a bite of his own sandwich now.

He examined him closely; he looked refreshed more energized than he did before. Apparently a goods night sleep did the trick, a shame it doesn't work for me Harry thought bitterly. He glanced back at Remus before focusing his attention on the water. He had just spent a wonderful morning listening to stories of his father as well as looking at old photographs with his own mum. His stomach muscles ached from the pure mirthful laughter he had engaged in, but the feeling slowly passed away, he was not at all exulting. Once his mind settled down, realization hit him. He would be back in his own time in a few days; I have to do something he thought to himself.

Remus watched his logging gaze into the goblet as if the liquid had an answer to his tormenting question. He recognized that expression, he only had a vague feeling of what this could possibly mean, yet there were sorts of possible scenarios that ran through his mind; Events that he forbade himself not to stay upon too long.

"So Harry are you enjoying your classes up at Hogwarts?" He asked smiling, breaking the long silence between them. Harry snapped out of his trans and looked up at him.

"Erm—I suppose so" He answered listening to the sarcastic response his mind had automatically spit up If you mean by Trelawney's constant death predictions and Snape taking points for just breathing than, No. He was sure answer like that would only get him a peculiar glance along with a couple of more problems to add to the recent ones. Remus starred at him unsurely for a moment before shrugging it off to the back of his mind.

"Enjoy your years at Hogwarts, I surely miss mine" Remus responded with nostalgia smile. Harry sighed underneath his breath, If only you knew, He can said another voice in his head. He released his suppressed breath focusing his gaze on the floor. His appetite was gone now. He was Sitting here with his soon to be former professor, the only adult he could trust, rely on and go to now after S—DON'T THINK ABOUT THAT!

"I understand you're in a complex situation and there's no possible way you can confide in us with what's going, but please take into consideration that there's someone to talk to if not now" Remus said quietly looking at Harry with pure seriousness, the same expression he would often use once he aged and meet Harry once more.

Harry snapped his head up at him feeling a bolt of frustration dropping into his stomach. He was right about one thing as usual he was in a difficult position, 'to speak or not to speak that is the question' Hamlet once questioned himself. He had a choice, to speak and cause a chain of reaction of possibly even more horrible events to occur. There was no way he could discuss this matter with anyone here. Even with Dumbledore's warning and promise he had made Harry make, which he kept so far, His reaction to it now was Sod it. Ironically enough time was at its essence and his moral and paradoxical dilemma needed to be solved now before it was too late. Before he burst.

"You don't know half of it," He muttered with a sigh.

"You're right, I don't but you know the importance of everything, judge well," he stated wistfully. If Harry would have known better he would have sworn Remus's adult spirit from his time was channeling its self into this time. He swallowed the little saliva that formed in his mouth.

"I know what I can do, I know what I want to do" He spoke cryptically as possible his gaze on the younger Remus; His hands fisted to his side, his thumbs gripping the soft material on the cushions of the couch.

"Sometimes what we want to do isn't for the best" Remus measured his words carefully suppressing his own curiosity. He suppressed his need to know his conflict; to reassure himself.

For a moment they locked gaze with each other understanding, sensing it. Harry opened his mouth to speak, the sudden appearance of his mother stopping him.

"I was wondering why not a sound reached me upstairs" She remarked taking a seat on the couch, just between the two of them from across.

"I would have thought you would be telling Harry of the Hair dying experiment" she commented with a smile playing on her lips as she gazed at Remus.

"Right, almost forgot about that" Remus replied grinning weakly. He turned his gaze to Harry. Harry attempted to smile the pang in his throat growing the words the sentences in his mind the ones he needed to say. They were growing strong fighting against his will, almost defeating it, almost there. They wanted to be spread among the world; they needed to be there; the fight was growing stronger. One word after another was forming in his mind, slowly opening his mouth.

"Harry?" his mothers voice echoed through his mind, her worried face, turning blurring into the screams and pleading to leave her son alone. The word was forming his lungs were burning.

POP

"Pronglet, time for Quiditch" echoed a warm rebellious voice through the room. Harry snapped out of his thoughts, and looked at his Godfather that was planted just in front of them his hair ruffled in all angles, his quiditch clothes creased and stained with perspiration. Somehow his Godfathers appearance eased him into controlling the wave of emotions that threatened to override him a second ago; the pang that was slowly killing him inwardly.

"Everything alright?" Sirius asked sharply, his eyes narrowed in a serious manner, his worry lines appearing.

"Yes" Lily broke the silence her own voice betraying her uncertainty. Sirius took a few steps forward glancing at Lily to Harry, vaguely aware of Remus presence.

"Fine" Harry let out glancing from his Godfather to his mum and Remus, while trying to keep a hold of the stress pressing close to another Chernobyl effect.

"Yes, Padfoot" Remus added standing up straighter. Sirius glanced at Harry before laying his gaze on Remus. An odd expression passed over his own features so quickly, before a smile formed.

"Ah Moony, have you been educating young Pronglet here?" he asked with hidden fierceness.

"Didn't get the chance" Remus responded smiling.

"However I did enlighten him of what women are capable of if you're an idiot enough to filch their lingerie" Lily cut in coolly, for the first time since Harry was here his mothers eyes were hallowed and cold towards his Godfather. Sirius slightly jumped physically as his eyes darted back to Lily, scrutinizing her almost reading her mind.

"Very, well" he answered coldly his face impassive.

"If I recall correctly James wasn't as dilatory or as accusing, when he was in that situation" Lily retorted frostily. They both locked eyes a wordless conversation taking place among the two. Harry watched them with pure keenness.

"I believe James is waiting and Harry here must be anticipating a good match now that you two are young and capable of playing a good game" Remus intervened smiling weakly in attempts to lighten the malicious atmosphere. He looked between Sirius and Lily. Sirius snapped out of his stare, forcing a smile, his lips curling. Opening his mouth to speak.

"This is safe?" Lily beat him to it, a worried expression-taking place of the cold one.

"Of course Lily, we are both Aurors and there have been some protection spells placed on the stadium, you don't have to worry" Sirius answered softly trying to comfort her. Lily sighed almost Mrs. Weasley like and turned to Harry. She smiled and embraced him tightly.

"Be careful, and have fun" she said quietly smiling at him as she let go.

"Harry, Do beat them" Remus winked at him smiling himself.

"Sure thing Remus" Harry responded smiling weakly back. He turned to Sirius that pulled him towards him towards the fireplace.

"Were going to use Floo , since you can't apparate pet" Sirius said as he picked up floo powder in his hand.

"Ill go in first, were heading for Chamberlain Stadium" Sirius said, then he stepped into the fire place and casting the floo powder and clearing stating

"Chamberlain Stadium!" Green erupted swallowing him . Harry picked the Floo Powder in his hand and walked right into the fireplace. Throwing the flood powder he yelled

"Chamberlain Stadium!" The green fire erupted around him, taking him into another place. It was the most nauseating ride yet; he felt as if he would vomit. He stumbled forward coughing as he tried to regain his balance feeling nauseous effects of the ride, the retch fighting its way up his throat.

"woah there pet!" Sirius said grabbing a hold of his shoulder and steadying him. the Coughing finally have subsided, he turned his gaze up to his godfathers concerned looking face.

"Thanks" he answered quietly the dizziness fading to his likeness. He examined the room around him, there was a table placed near a window where the sun was shining its brilliantly not failing to catch the dust that was falling. There were chairs placed around the table surrounded by old butter bear bottles and caps. Some were empty and some were filled with some contents left from what seemed to be the last game. Harry turned to examine the other half of the room when a man entered through the doors.

"You alright Harry?" James voice carried out from across the room as he hurried over, his brow furrowed with worry. He was dressed in white trousers that cricket riders wore and a scarlet and gold shirt that stuck to his torso. His black hair was even more disheveled than earlier, and his glassed fell close to the edge of his nose. He looked with worried hazels to his son, as he placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, Dad I am fine" Harry answered, feeling tired of the same question being posed to him each time he entered a room. However he managed to flash a weak smile, brushing his slight frustration off.

"Alright" James responded still watching him.

"Well, we don't have all day we have a game to play" Sirius interjected in a casual voice.

"Right" James said glancing at him "Harry, I have some clothes you can change into in the lockers, come on". With that they exited the room walking through the empty halls of the building. The halls seemed to be empty, he glanced into the many open doors they passed wondering where were people.

"The teams don't practice as much as they did with what's happening" James answered his UN asked question. Harry looked at him.

"Then how come you two are here playing Quiditch?" He asked before he could stop himself.

"Well, we were part of the team but Auror duties are more important, but a nice game with our old mates occasionally is good" Sirius responded glancing at him as they moved down the stairs.

"Well here you are Harry" James said as they entered the locker rooms. James made his way over to the right; He pointed his wand to the locker taping it. He winked the door popping open; he pulled out a pair of cricket riders pants much to the same he was wearing and a black t-shirt.

"These should fit you" he nodded his head as he handed them to him.

"Will be outside" He added him and Sirius smiling as they moved outside of the room. Harry swiftly changed, his father was right they did fit him. He starred into the mirror the lockers ironically had. He found the shirt clinging to his torso in the friendliest way, as the pants were less tight than the jeans he was wearing before, he found this comforting. He stepped away from the mirror feeling a bolt of anxiety drop into his stomach, much to the same anxiety he usually felt before a quiditch game. He was actually going to play a game with his Godfather and Father; he couldn't help but feel slightly saddened at this. He shrugged those thoughts away as He walked out of the door, to the stadium.

His mouth dropped just a bit as he looked at the stadium it was much the same as the stadium he had been at during the Quiditch World Cup. There were hundred thousand seats, the stairs purple carpeted that leading to each individual seat, he noted as he glanced around awed. James flew down floating across from him.

"Your broom" he nodded his head to Harry's left where a broom stood leaned against the benches. Harry walked over and picked it up. He pulled one leg over the broom and lifted off high into the air. The cold winds caressed him; he felt the most wonderful sensation in the world, and he felt as if he were back where he belonged at last. All his troubles and worries had melted as the cold air pressed against him. He looped around the stadium a few times, testing out his temporary broom finding it less extravagate than his firebolt back home. He pulled up from a few dangerous dives flying next to James and Sirius that were starring at him with an expression of awe.

"Looks like he did scrape your quiditch skills prongs" Sirius remarked smirking at James.

"Of course he did Padfoot" James responded arrogantly smiling at Harry.

"How are we going to play?" Harry questioned as he looked between the two of them. He had done the math; there was one seeker, one beater (He assumed Sirius was a beater judging by the bat he held in his hands) and one chaser. They were only missing a keeper and two more chasers.

"I am going to play Seeker against you Harry" James answered promptly with a smile on his features, the impressed expression still evident on his face.

"While I, protect you two from a bludger" Sirius added.

"Bludgers? You're sure that's safe?" Harry asked skeptically remembering his second year encounter with the bludger, though that bludger was bewitched to take off his head from the beginning.

"You don't have to worry, he's played against more than two bludgers before" James commented glancing over at Sirius with a far away expression of someone remembering something that happened long ago.

"There will be only one bludger," Sirius added.

"Alright" Harry said. With that the three of them flew lower to the ground floating barely touching the grass.

"I'll set the snitch loose, as soon as it's loose the game has began, the bludger will be momentarily joining you so watch your heads and limbs gentlemen, seekers shake hands" Sirius said all professionally sounding almost like Madame Hooch. Harry shook James hand that smiled at him. Sirius approached the crate taking a hold of the golden snitch, he placed two fingers in his mouth whistling as he released the snitch from his hand and released the bludger mounting his broom with his bat at his side.

Harry pulled up into the air his mind focused on the hunt for the snitch now. The cool winds pressed against him as he looked determinedly through the sky. He could hear the sound of another flyer right behind him; he turned slightly finding his father right behind him smiling most characteristically. Harry grinned this is something all right. He pulled up even higher in the air feeling the elation and excitement grasping him. His eyes scanned the field for the sparkling little snitch.

"HEADS UP!"

Harry turned slightly, Sirius pulled into a dive right in front of him hitting the bludger away and swerving gracefully away from him, winking before doing so. Harry chuckled inwardly cracking a smile. He watched Sirius for a moment as he chased after the bludgers battling them out. There was a sense of determination on his face along with a reckless grin the same one he had come to know; the same one that he greeted him when he arrived to the department of mysterious.

"OI!" He felt a bludger pass over his head.

"Come on now Harry!" he father called grinning. Harry snapped out of his thoughts and began his hunt for the snitch once more. Althrough the game his father and him tailed one another while trying to catch the snitch. Each time one of them saw the snitch; both sped towards it and dove for it. For the first part the game was even Harry caught the snitch, making both James and Sirius grin with pride.

And there it was, they were up tied three on three. Just one more catch and Harry would prove to his father how he did in fact have his quiditch abilities (which James was already aware of). They faced each other, brows dripping with perspiration; their shirts clung to their bodies with sweat stains. Harry Grinned clutching the handle of his broom, as James smirked most mischievously. Sirius looked at the two of them holding the snitch tightly. He let it go after his three finger signal and all of them were off; Sirius off to fight against the bludgers protecting his future sixteen year old Godson and blood brother.

Harry pulled up high the winds pressing against him as he scanned the field with pure determination, looking for that golden sparkle. He needed to find it. This was his way of proving it. It was all up to this last game now. And there it was! He had spotted just at the other side of the field lolling about in the middle hoop. He quickly pulled with full speed a head, his borrowed broom not being as close to his firebolt when it came to smooth speed.

And there out of nowhere popped James that was just behind him next to him speeding towards the snitch as well. He threw a glance at Harry, as they both competed against each other for the snitch. Harry urging his broom on under his breath. Forty yards, fifty yards, sixty yards,

I need that snitch!

Seventy yards, the hoops growing rapidly near, his hands tightly clutching the handle of the broom.

Eighty yards

Just right next to him, his glasses pressed against his face glimmering in the sun.

Ninety yards

Just so he prove himself to them, both of them, the hoop was large

100 yards

The snitch with its agility twisted and turned downwards. Harry pulled into a dive his father as well. He stretched out his right hand, if he could just get it Come on! Come on! He gritted his teeth clutching the handle with his left, feeling the pressure of the speed affecting his hearing abilities. Almost there

50 feet

almost got it

30 feet

just a little bit more

And he pulled out of his dive a little too late, having rolled to the ground on his back, clutching something in his hand. Both James and Sirius flew down hurriedly, and landed next to Harry. James kneeled down next to him looking concerned. Harry got up half way grinning.

"Yeah" he answered still clutching the snitch. James broke into a grin.

"That's my Godson! You're airborne petal! Airborne!" Sirius interjected clapping him on the back proudly.

"Looks like he did inherit some of your quiditch talents Prongs!" Sirius smirked.

"OF course he did Padfoot, he is my son after all" James responded casually helping Harry up to his feet, still looking concerned. Harry brushed off the grass from his back still clutching the snitch in his hand. It was wiggling around trying it's hardest to escape his grasp. He looked down at it, the memory of from the pensive creeping into his mind. He frowned just a bit to this. He's not like that anymore he thought to himself furiously Besides Snape deserved it. He snapped himself out his thoughts looking up at his Dad and Godfather that were still smiling.

"Come on, lets get something to drink" Sirius suggested while shaking the black strands out of his face.

"Yeah, come on Son" James said as he put an arm around Harry in an affectionate manner, following Sirius whom was ahead of them.

They spent the rest of the afternoon in the stands drinking some butter bears and listening to Sirius and James stories of their Quiditch days at Hogwarts. Apparently, the Slytherin rivalry was more ferocious in their days than it was in Harry's time. Sirius finally got bored of talking and mounted his broom to battle a few bludgers

Harry sat in a comfortable position in his chair, holding his butter bear bottle while gazing off in space. He couldn't help contemplate how normal (Despite the fact that he was of course fifteen years into the past with his parents) the day had been.

"ahem"

he snapped out of his thoughts his gaze darting at James. That irking cough reminded him of Umbridge, he sighed inwardly pushing away the spite he felt towards that horrendous toad. James cocked his brow.

"something wrong?" he asked.

"No, I am fine you just reminded me of something" Harry answered.

"Of what?" James asked curiously as he waved his wand innocently around his own butter bear making the foam and then pressing down with a reversed wave.

"Of the life long Quidditch ban I got last year" he responded casually, picking up his butter bear bottle and taking a sip.

"What!" James choked on his own butter bear; he starred at Harry very curiously trying to regain his composure.

"Don't tell me you pulled some kind of Sirius like stunt?" He cocked his brow in a questioning manner with the feeling of amazement, some pride, curiosity and uncertainty mixed in one. Harry suppressed a small grin at his expression, this possibly wasn't the best choice of topic but he was going to be as precarious as possible.

"You can say Sirius had some influence in this" he answered cryptically, remembering full well his brooding Godfather, the excitement in his eyes once they talked in the fire place. James eyed him.

"What did you do?" he probed him for answers.

"I knocked out one of the Quiditch players at our Quidditch game against Slytherin, the other team provoked me and my mates" he answered, remembering exactly what Malfoy had said he couldn't help but feel angry and sickly proud of himself for causing him as much pain as possible. He shrugged the thought away, not wanting to waste a second thought on him.

"McGonagall didn't ban you did she?" he asked eyes narrowed.

"Oh No, She was going to give us a detention, it was the professor for Defense against the Dark Arts that did" he answered; suppressing the fueling anger he still had for that toad. James eyed him for a second in amazement; he could sense the intensity of burning hatred his son was feeling but also something more than that, and something he couldn't quiet put his finger on it. He cracked a smile, simply because Harry reminded him of himself.

"And who is this Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" He questioned him, interested and amazed. 'Might as well have something prepared to Lily when the that day comes' he thought to himself. "Old Kirbe is not teaching anymore is he?"

"I probably shouldn't say anything," Harry answered reluctantly knowing that the mention of Umbridge couldn't possibly bring anything good. He couldn't help but imagine the endless possibilities if his parents were to live. He clutched the bottle tightly. His father and mother would raise him; he wouldn't have to live with the Dursley's that despised him. Sirius would be alive. His knuckles were ghostly white. He wouldn't have to fall right over the arch, right through the cracks of his life.

"You're really aren't fine" James stated. Harry looked up at him the visions before him drifting to the back his mind. His face was blank, there was no present "gold wining" smile that he usually flashed, at that moment he looked older, older than he was.

"I know there's something bothering you and I am quiet sure I know what it is, and rather murdering me not being able to know especially if it is what I am thinking" James vented his frustration his hazel eyes shining with such a passion, the same as Harry's. It frustrated him not being able to help his son, watching him and his melancholy state, seeming partially dead once he remembered what it seemed to be things of the future.

"I wish you could just tell me, and sod this buggering 'change of time' hogwash" he snapped a bit letting out a deep sigh. Harry starred blankly, he wasn't quiet sure how to respond. Of course, he would be more than willing to rant on and warn them. But even though he wanted this, he couldn't.

"I want to" He answered him his eyes filled with agonizing pain. He clenched his jaw, the guilt; pain burning him, his soul.

"It's fine" James answered with a weak smile. He gripped Harry's shoulder in reassurance, pushing back his own feelings. He couldn't do anything at the moment and he knew that. Harry sighed exasperatedly. There wasn't anything he could do. And there it came to him, stood up from the chair, and grabbed a hold of the broomstick.

"I need to fly," he said slowly swinging one leg over his broomstick and lifted off. As soon as he lifted he felt all his troubles his worries, the frustrations leap out of his stomach. It was just him and the winds now. He flew up and down, performing complicated twists and turns that his father had never been able to do when he was his age. He took all his frustrations, the feelings of isolation and regret and attempted to fly them out.

"Pronglet did manage to inherit one of my habits"

James turned at the voice, eyeing Sirius that casually took a step closer, his broomstick over his shoulder.

"Not a lovely trait may I add" James responded with a hint of venom.

"Be thankful it's not bludgers Jamesie, then you would have something to worry your arse for" Sirius responded cocking his brow, a smirk lighting his face. He couldn't suppress the weak smile forming on his lips.

"Thanks Padfoot" he only answered him.

"All in a days work" Sirius responded, his cheerful expression fading.

"He's really hurting," He stated, his grey orbs sharply on James, his broomstick clutched in one hand.

"He is, and it's bloody killing me not being able to do anything" James answered, frustrated, pained. Sirius sighed watching Harry flying down into a dangerous dive. He brushed his messy black hair back and placed a hand on James shoulder.

"Don't worry James, he'll be fine" he stated as Harry pulled out of the dive just in time, he sat on his broom hanging in the air.

"Besides, he's here now and that's what really counts" He smiled warmly his eyes glistening. James turned to him, smiling weakly.

"I suppose you're right" He answered him.

"Bloody well am" he winked ruffling James hair affectionately. James pulled away grinning as he glanced at his watch.

"Lets go, Lily will be worried" he nodded his head as he looked over the stadium watching Harry, he still hang in the air looking down at the ground below him. James cupped his hands on the sides of his mouth.

"Harry come on! It's time!" He called loudly. Harry turned and nodded floating up over the stands.

"You two head off, Ill put the Brooms away" Sirius said. James nodded putting a hand on Harry's shoulder steering him away, his other hand gripping his wand. Sirius sighed watching them fade through the hall

"Hopefully everything will be ok James" He sighed heavily his guise of blithe falling.

"For our sakes I do hope" He turned looking up at the sun setting sky, gazing out at the colors of orange and yellow blended in with the pure red sparkles that stained the sky almost in un-healthy manner. The stars were already coming out, their sparkles clashing magnificently against the rich hues. He stood their awed by the endless beauty, watching it until every last drop faded away in the dark sky. It was ephemeral beauty; just like their years in Hogwarts were before the severe awakening of the war; the many losses of fellow classmates and even family members. He sighed deeply knowing this time was only transient, he fisted his hands.

"Will figure it out" he muttered to no one but himself, with that he turned his back to the darkened sky, and walked through the halls.