Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter. The credit goes to J.K Rowling and/or New Line Cinema.

NOTE - I don't know if Alicia Spinnet had graduated by now, I think she did, but I can't remember. If you know, please let me know, and I'll put her back on the Quidditch team!

Lily and James were sitting in the Quidditch stands, Sirius lounging in the row of seats below them, his mane of black hair falling over the arm of one chair. Lily stared glumly at the Quidditch pitch, James was looking around with tangible excitement at the place where he'd made such a name for himself.

"What's the matter, Lils?" Sirius asked from where he was resting, both eyes closed.

"He grew up so fast." Lily sighed. "I wish James had gotten to teach him how to ride a broom. I wish that,"

"He doesn't blame you, y'know." Sirius said gently, sitting up. Lily turned red and looked away. James, seeing her distress, kissed her temple.

"We've got now." he said resolutely. As if on cue, the Gryffindor Quidditch team came stalking out onto the pitch. The three fans in the stand studied the team: Harry as Seeker, Ron as Keeper, Ginny, Katie (as captain), and a third year named Whitney as Chasers, and Andrew and Jack as Beaters. After running their laps, they all mounted their brooms. James visibly swelled with pride as Katie released the Snitch and sent Harry after it. In a matter of seconds, Harry caught it. They even had a quick scrimmage with the team split in half and Katie acting as ref until it got dark, and they had to put away the Snitch for fear of losing it. Harry and Ron did a few laps around the pitch together on their brooms, and Harry made sure to wave to his parents and godfather as they passed. Once they were done, they went inside, pausing only to wait for Sirius, Lily, and James to come out of the stands and join them.

"Good practice?" Hermione asked. As was becoming usual, she was seated next to Ron, who was across the table from Harry. On either side of him were his parents, and Sirius was curled up as a black dog under their feet.

"Not bad. The running's getting easier." Harry told her, looking up briefly from his plate. He was starving. Ron snorted into his steak.

"Maybe you like the running Harry. The only time I ever want to run is if I'm being chased by Aragog and the giant squid." he grumbled. Lily and James exchanged amused looks over Harry's head. Hermione smirked down at her plate, causing Ron to glare at her.

"You weren't there! If you'd have been there you would have screamed like...like...like the girl I'm not sure you are!" Ron snapped. Hermione gasped and slapped him across the face. Without another word, she stormed out of the Great Hall. Ron's mouth was still hanging open.

"Not your best move, mate." Harry said, trying to hide his grin behind the green bean on his fork. Ron flung a pea at him and treated him to an icy stare. (Which on Ron, looked more like a strange case of indigestion.)

"I'm with Ron on the whole running concept - I hate it." Lily said with a dismissive note in her voice.

"You ran from me." James snorted from Harry's right.

"Well, you were worth running from." Sirius barked from under the table and James gave Lily the evil eye over Harry's head. Lily blew him a kiss.

"Hah, well, I caught up to you anyway. I'm that fast." James crowed proudly. Lily laughed.

"More like, I slowed to a walk." she teased. James's jaw dropped in indignation. Suddenly, one of the doors slammed open Hermione came running in. Everyone stared as she went right by the Gryffindor table, sprinting up the aisle.

"All the lights are out!" she panted, coming to a halt in front of Dumbledore's chair. Dumbledore rose from his chair, glancing quizzically at her.

"Are you sure?" he asked. As if in answer, all the lights in the Great Hall flickered out. Amid all the screams of panic and shouts of horror, Dumbledore's voice rose.

"Quiet, everyone!" he shouted. Suddenly, a silver glow burst out from one of the tables. Draco Malfoy was standing on the bench.

"They're coming." he said, smirking. With an earsplitting, hair raising noise, one of the large glass windows shattered, spraying glass across the hall. Death Eaters on broomsticks flew into the hall. One of them landed and stepped forward from the rest, his hood falling back as he did so.

"Good work, Draco." Lucius's silver, slippery voice said smoothly. "The time has come. Harry Potter and his parents will die, as will Sirius Black. The Dark Lord knows they are in your midst. He'll come for them. He's coming." Lucius's voice grew louder with enthusiasm and excitement. Suddenly, a white light spilled over the heads of the Gryffindors. James Potter stood, his wand tip alight.

"Then he'll die."

SORRY IT'S BEEN SO LONG! I'M WORKING ON THE NEXT CHAPTER ALREADY! PLEASE REVIEW! CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS WELCOME IN ADDITION TO THOUGHTS/OPINIONS!