Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter does not belong to me.
Author's Note: I know this is short, but I don't have the whole Lily and Sirius plot worked out yet and I don't want to go too long without an update (especially with the hints I've been getting from a certain beta-reader cough tvnerdgirl cough)
Sarahthebardess: The soap flavoured bean is based on actualy experience. Twas icky but better than some of the others.
catchme: I will follow the storyline basically, mostly writing only the parts that change significantly, so it will mostly skim the first two books and then gt more involved with the third since that story line has to change completely.
Little Morgsi: it's been behaving, thank goodness
dARWIN: Lily and Sirius are not a couple at the moment, but that could change.
tvnerdgirl: oh good, I was hoping I hadn't skipped that part
Iniysa: I've heard other people comment in other people's stories about different coloured buttons too. thanks for finding it anyways ;-)
Tania. siriusgril, nightwing, stoney silence, carriebun, harryslytherin, ginnyharry, smorefan, and sirius-lover: Thank you all and here's an update.
Sirius was sprawled across the couch snoring and Remus was slumped in a chair. The two had spent most of the night reminiscing about the Marauders and finally fallen asleep shortly after midnight. Lily moved about, quietly summoning bottles and dishes and just generally tidying up.
The living room tidied to her standards, Lily dropped a blanket over Remus and retreated upstairs to the privacy of her room. She pulled out an old photo album and flipped through the pictures. She didn't bother wiping away the occasional tear that escaped as she watched her James as a young man waving at her, playing quidditch, casting spells or playing with Harry. She smiled at the picture of Sirius and James trying to teach a nine month old Harry to say "dada," a word he had been steadfastly refusing to say, referring to James as "pongs" instead. Although it had amused James that Harry referred to him by his old nickname, he had wanted Harry to call him something a little more traditional as well, as least sometimes. It had taken another two months before Harry finally called James "papongs" which James decided was sufficient.
Just before one am, Lily closed the album and looked out onto the moonlit street. She thought about Harry, wondering if he was in James' old dormitory, perhaps even the same bed James had once slept in. There was always a chance he had been sorted into another house, but she doubted it. In any case, Harry would probably send them an owl the very next morning so she would know soon enough.
Farther to the north, Harry Potter lay in his dormitory, half asleep and listening to the snores of the other new Gryffindor boys, including Ron and Neville. Hermione had also been sorted into Gryffindor, to the mild disgust of Ron who had found her rapid recitation of everything she had memorized from the books she'd read over the summer while they waited to find out exactly how the sorting was done rather irritating.
Harry had noticed professor Snape, the potions master, scowling at him occasionally throughout the feast and knew it had something to do with the fact that he and the Marauders had not gotten along during their years at school together. Harry was not looking forward to that class.
Besides Snape, Harry had noticed other people staring at him and whispering, although they seemed excited rather than malevolent. Mum and Sirius had obviously been right about how famous he was.
Finally, the long day caught up with the boy-who-lived and he drifted off to sleep, dreaming about mice and teacups.