I should be studying right now. However these notes are a bit mind numbing so I took a mini break and wrote enough for a mini update for you guys. Not sure if you'll like since it is a bit different, and a good portion of it has to deal with...well, you'll find out.

Everyone doing well? Everyone good? Enjoying the Christmas spirit? I'm looking forward to this weekend since it means I can finally sleep properly, and hopefully I'll be able to pump out a few Drabbles in my Christmas Drabbles series. (WHICH btw I started posting the chapters of, check out my profile if you want to read it. So far we've had two dealing with Sirius, and two dramione ones. One of them for FTT actually. A little cute moment between Mione and Dray :D).

If you absolutely abhor this chapter I'm again very sorry, I liked writing it, so hopefully you will like reading it.

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Severus Snape was beginning to detest James Potter more than ever before. After Lily's stay at the Potters, all she did was talk about the Gryffindors. 'Hermione Potter this, James Potter that, wait till you hear this about Draco. Oh Sirius is so funny, Remus is brilliant, and Peter is sweet.'

Lily never explicitly said that her opinion of James had shifted, but Severus heard the change in the inflections of her tone when she spoke about him. Not only that, she now called him James. Not Potter as she had previously, but James. Disgust, he felt disgust every time she smiled slightly whilst telling a story about her time there, mainly at the points where she would smile just a little bit wider when she said James' name.

This lasted for about two weeks, where randomly in conversation she would bring them up, bring him up. I've heard about the bloody Potters enough in the past two weeks to last me a lifetime. Fuck do I care how the Potter girl takes her tea? He thanked Merlin when the stories began to space themselves out until he did not hear James Potter's name for a full seventeen days. Seventeen days. Which unfortunately, much to his disdain, ended on their way to King's Cross. Lily was just beyond ecstatic. Overjoyed, practically vibrating with excitement at the prospect of the new school year beginning. She was going to be able to see all her precious little lions. At least she kept the conversation to their new subjects and how much she was looking forward to learning all kinds of new things this year.

At some point during their train ride to Hogwarts as he was peacefully enjoying an advanced potions book, she just up and left. Without a word, Lily just left. He didn't know whether to follow her, or wait until she came back. He eventually decided to stay put, she was coming back. Right?

Twenty minutes later, she opened the door to their compartment and quietly slipped back in, offering him a small smile and a Cauldron Cake. She didn't elaborate on where she'd gone, and he didn't press. I much prefer Liquorice Whips, he thought as he slowly ate the cake.

As per usual the first years got sorted, and Severus couldn't find enough interest to deign to pay attention to the proceedings, instead choosing to watch Lily's expressions change as she quietly whispered something to Kira; if he remembered correctly that was the mocha skinned girl's name. Generally though she was raptly paying attention to the sorting, leaning her head on Alice's shoulder for the second half of it. Kira had cheered boisterously at some point when Nancy's brother was sorted and became a Ravenclaw. Beside him, out of the corner of his eye he saw Regulus Black also staring intensely at the Gryffindor table. Although his attention was captured by another particular group. The grey eyed boy was watching his brother's every move. How the Potter girl poked him in the ribs, obviously telling him to stop talking and pay attention. Then there was the other Potter, the quieter of the siblings, something about him bothered Severus, but he chose to ignore it. Convincing himself that he was as thick skulled as the rest of the lions. How the Potter twins did well in school he would never know, they skived off regularly; especially Draco. The boy was careless and was always messing up his potions. They had to be doing well based on favouritism, it was the only thing that made logical sense. Hmph, when we sit our OWLs I wonder how favouritism will help them then, Severus smirked to himself, picturing them getting all Troll's for their OWLs.

Finally the sorting was done, and Dumbledore began his speech. Severus merely cocked an eyebrow at the man, for someone who was supposedly such an amazing wizard, he certainly was quite odd. Old coot.

Before he left the Great Hall he took a peek over his shoulder and caught a quick glimpse of the red hair he was so fond of. There was a slight sinking feeling in his gut, a nagging at the back of his mind that he just couldn't shake. Every year Lily and him seemed to be drifting farther and farther apart. He hated it. A split second later he saw James walk up to Lily and she smiled. Smiled. Hatred bubbling over, he turned on his heel and left. He hated James Potter.

...

Flashback

Thursday, August 26th, 1971

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

"Are you bloody mental?" Draco hissed, throwing his hands in the air in exasperation.

"I'm doing it," Hermione crossed her arms over her chest, stomping towards him so that she was glaring up at him.

"You think we've been sent back in time by Merlin knows what so you can play house with a bunch of lions? Who are at the moment, seven ruddy years younger than me and eight years younger than you?" Draco spat, thrusting his hands in his hair. What have I done to deserve this. Yea I helped with the death of Dumbledore, and I was made a Death Eater and...ugh. This though? As if puberty wasn't bad enough the first time round.

"What other reason could we have been sent back right before they are meant to start school?"

"For your information Granger, the world doesn't revolve around you Gryffindors, as much as you wish it did!" Draco barked out a harsh laugh, shaking his head in pure disbelief.

"I'm not saying-"

"We could do something useful like, I dunno, hunting down the bloody horcruxes?"

"We have no clue what repercussions could come of that, who knows if any of them are even in the same place, or if he feels them being destroyed, if he'd make the same ones. It would affect everything, a split moment that instead of Bellatrix's curse missing by a hair's breadth she actually killed Sirius." Hermione growled, the ends of her hair sparking, "not to mention it could affect anyone, even your family!"

"So? Our presence here has changed everything already!"

"Dumbledore always did know too much, maybe we were meant to tell him what happened," Hermione muttered pensively, seeming to forget she was currently having a row with Draco.

"Granger..." Draco rolled his eyes.

"Yes?"

"Why are you so convinced that we need to stay and help out, or whatever you think we're going to be doing for the sodding Gryffindors?" Draco sighed, yelling wasn't going to get them anywhere, much less help anyone.

"Oh, well that's because I saw it," Hermione said simply, and in that moment he was reminded of Loony Lovegood. That weird little bird isn't all that bad...sometimes.

"Pardon?" Draco said dumbly, forehead wrinkled, hands falling limply at his sides.

"Before I woke up in that tiny room, I saw it, the Marauders, you and I," Hermione blew out a frustrated breath, as if he should know what she was talking about already.

"Care to elaborate?" Draco asked, curiosity a bit piqued. Granger might just be going mad now that I think about it.

"I had a dream, we all looked about sixteen, and we were joking about, it was blurry, and I couldn't really tell what was going on...but we were there, all together. I saw enough to know that I was there, you were there, all the Marauders except," Hermione's eyes flashed dangerously for a moment, "the rat were there as well."

"You sure you don't want to lie down?" Draco offered. Yupp. She's lost the plot.

"I know what I saw, Malfoy!" Hermione stomped her foot in indignation, lips pressed together in a thin line. "It felt like...it felt like I'd done it already. I've used a time turner before. I know how it feels to time travel."

"This...dream," Draco grimaced as he said the words, "are you sure?" I can't believe I'm actually even entertaining this deranged idea.

"Yes, I swear on my magic," Hermione said sincerely.

"I must be just as barmy as you clearly are," Hermione's face took on an affronted look before Draco continued, "but fine...we'll become stupid first years again."

...

Draco's eyes snapped open like a rubber band. What the fuck? Why did I dream about that, of all things. Draco sat up slowly, and ran his hair backwards through his messy, raven locks as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

Sirius was sprawled across his bed, snoring a bit obnoxiously. Remus was burrowed below his covers, his sandy hair peeking out. James was hugging one of his pillows, having fallen asleep with his glasses askew across his face, sheets tangled around him. Peter was...Peter was gone?

Where the hell is Peter? Draco frowned deeply, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Kicking his sheets off of him, he swung himself out of bed, and quietly padded across the floor. Peter was definitely not in his bed. has he run off to? Maybe he went down to the Common Room.

Draco quietly slipped out of the dorms, and eyes darting about in the darkness as he made his way down the stairs to the common room; hand firmly grasping his wand.

When he reached the bottom of the staircase, he hesitated when he spotted the small boy, sitting in front of the dying embers from the fireplace. Soft sniffling travelling across the Common Room to Draco's ears. Pete is crying? Why is he all the way down here by himself? Does it have anything to do with his letter that he got from his Mother this morning? Draco frown returned full force.

Peter's head snapped up, wide, watery anxious eyes glanced their way in his direction. Peter's eyes squinted hard into the darkness, his bottom lip wobbling as he tried to confirm if he was really, and truly alone. Draco heard the small boy's heavy footfalls hurrying across the Common Room, but by the time Peter reached the staircase, Draco was already back in his bed as if nothing had ever happened.

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