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Saturday, January 9th, 1999

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmistress Minerva McGonagall's Office

"You're what?" Sirius's eyes rounded as he looked up and down at his cousin.

"Pregnant, that is not why we are here though Sirius. We're here to talk about what we remember and what possible memories we think are still evading us," Narcissa rolled her eyes, shifting so that her back was against the armchair a few feet away from McGonagall's desk. Lucius was standing protectively by her side, hand resting on the back of the chair.

"It's not like that'll make Dray and Mione come back to the present," Sirius scowled.

"I am almost certain they small return, Pads. We just need to give them time," Remus said from beside his best mate. They were sitting on the couch that McGonagall had moved to accommodate her nightly visitors. Harry and Ron were sitting on the couch closing the almost circle they had formed.

Harry officially started dating Daphne Greengrass a week ago, they had been flirting back and forth for the entirety of the school year so far. At first their words had been a bit sharp, but eventually they turned into playful banter.

Ron was attempting-shoddily-to flirt with Padma Patil. He had accidentally bumped into her in the corridor a few weeks back and he had stumbled over an apology whilst also apologising for the whole Yule Ball fiasco. Padma had narrowed her eyes for a moment before accepting his apology with a smile.

"Sometimes talking about it helps memories surface, Pads. You know what better than anyone," Remus gently hit the other man's upper arm.

"Something has been bothering me. I seem to recall a little Hufflepuff that used to talk to you all, for the life of me I can't recall her name or what she looked like," Narcissa pursed her lips. "I saw her once when I came to visit the school in your Fourth Year."

"Hufflepuff?" Sirius frowned, "we didn't really talk to any Huffle-" Sirius froze mid sentence. "Hufflepuff…" Sirius's brow furrowed deeply, a lock of hair fell in his eyes.

Remus shifted on the couch to look at Sirius, expression matching that of his friend's.

"Yes, yes. She was a year younger than-"

"Riley Paddington?" Minerva offered, leaning forward in her seat and resting her forearms on her desk. Today her hair was braided down her back, and she was wearing casual green robes.

"Riley…" Sirius said almost reverently, his grey eyes widening greatly, and he jumped up suddenly.

"Pads, how did we forget about her?" Remus whispered in shock, sharply angling his head towards Sirius; who looked like he had seen a ghost, his dark hair contrasting vividly with his pallor.

"I have to go," Sirius whispered shakily, pausing, glancing at Harry before turning and striding towards the exit.

"Who is Riley Paddington?" Ron asked curiously, looking around at the confused and shocked faces around him. His question was met with silence. That it turned out, was quite a long story.

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Tuesday, 6th November, 1973

Transfiguration Classroom

"Sirius, Minnie is definitely going to hex you, and I am going to laugh," Draco drawled from his seat in between Remus and Hermione; all three of them were trying to decipher something for their Ancient Runes homework. A few moments ago Sirius had strutted to the front of the classroom with his chest all puffed out, and was now lying on his side on McGonagall's desk.

"Face it, Dray, she's going to be rendered speechless by my beauty," Sirius said, putting his hand to his forehead dramatically.

"Suit yourself, just know that I'm going to enjoy every second of it," Draco smirked, reaching into Remus's bag and pulling out the camera the werewolf kept in there to capture memories at a moment's notice. Draco subtlety snapped a quick pic of Sirius as the boy was still in the same position, when the picture came out the top, Draco tried not to laugh. Sirius's expression had changed from overtly dramatic to a deep scowl as he opened his eyes and saw that Draco had taken a picture.

"Dray! Give me that!" Sirius exclaimed, jumping off of the table. Draco grinned devilishly before waving his wand with a quick flourish, the camera levitated in the air for a moment just above his palm before he sent it higher, until it almost touched the ceiling; the very, very high ceilings. Sirius took out his own wand, but then a loud ahem from the back of the classroom by the entrance made him freeze. Draco smiled triumphantly, tucking the picture into his robes now that no one was looking.

"I'll speak with you after class, Mister Black. Now if you would be so kind as to return to your seat?" McGonagall raised an eyebrow at Sirius when she reached the front of the class, standing regally with her hands clasped in front of her. Her robes were a royal purple colour today, her pointed hat black with a matching purple ribbon wrapped around the base of the hat. She adjusted the flopping brim, before commencing their class. It was their first on the basics of Switching. All Draco could think about however was why it was so hard trying to transform into his animagus form, I'll need to practice some more, he decided firmly. Since he knew about Switching already, he half-heartedly took notes, but still made sure to pay attention to what McGonagall was saying. With Transfiguration, any and all information was invaluable.

"Quidditch Tryouts are at the end of the week," Draco overheard James whisper to Sirius, seated in front of them between Sirius and Peter. Ah that's right! They are, Draco felt excitement fill him at the thought, he missed playing Quidditch properly, and he was almost positive that he would make the team. He had to, what he didn't know was that he and everyone else was in for a surprise in a few days. A huge surprise.

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Friday, November 9th, 1973

Quidditch Pitch

Gryffindor Team Tryouts

"Okay, so this is how it's going to work. Normally tryouts would be for the positions that no longer have anyone filling them. This year however, every position is up for grabs. Except of course mine. Which is Keeper." Gideon explained simply, he added on a couple other notes about what each person would have to do during their tryout for each position. To their credit, the boys hadn't freaked out too much when they found out who else was trying out for the team. They were however extremely excited about it.

It was the Full Moon the following day so Remus was back in the dormitories sleeping off his migraines, Peter had decided to stay behind and watch over him. Draco knew that the smaller boy had been trying to perfect a cup of hot chocolate that best suited Remus's tastes. Having already asked the Werewolf to try several attempts and variations over the past couple months.

Draco ignored James and Sirius's excited chatter beside him, the two of them were bursting with nervous excitement and whilst it amused him, he was not really in the mood to deal with either of them.

"Seeker tryouts are first," Gideon announced, looking very serious with his clipboard and quill.

Draco and some lithe sixth year stepped up, Draco scrutinised him for a brief moment before dismissing the brown haired boy. I can't study who I'm going up against, I just have to focus on catching the Snitch.

"Right, remember, you'll be going one at a time and whoever catches the Snitch in the fastest time will be our new Seeker. Donovan you're up first." Draco watched the older boy swing his leg over his broom. Gideon smirked before bending down on one knee, placing his clipboard on the grass beside him, reaching over to the trunk that contained all the balls, and releasing the snitch. The Golden ball zipped past them into the air, Draco's eyes never left it.

Gideon's voice faded into the background and Draco avidly watched as Donovan shot into the air. He isn't bad, Draco mused as the boy stopped about fifty feet up in the air, eyes darting about as he looked for the Snitch. Draco had already found it, and it took the other boy half a minute longer to do the same. He shot off towards it and after some ducking and weaving he finally caught it.

"Two minutes ten seconds," Gideon muttered under his breath, jotting down something on the parchment attached to his clipboard.

"Potter, Draco, you're up," Gideon winked at the raven haired boy and Draco smiled in return.

Donovan landed gracefully back on the ground, carefully handing Gideon the Snitch. Gideon released it once more and Draco pushed off of the ground, tightening his grip on his broom, hearing the familiar squeak from his leather gloves. The wind blew his hair back and a drop of water hit hit cheek. Shit. It's going to rain. No matter, I can do this. Draco leaned forward, eyes searching throughout the air until he saw the golden glint in front of him. The snitch was moving towards him, but changed course, diving towards the ground. Of course, Draco thought, quickly diving after the Snitch.

There was a sharp gasp from the others on the ground but it didn't really register in his mind, his sole focus was his fingers wrapping around the cool metal that was getting closer and closer. As was the ground, but he had been flying for almost as long as he'd been alive and played in numerous Quidditch games at this point. He was not going to pull up until he caught the Snitch. Closer, closer, closer. Everything but the Snitch blurred out his vision, he could only see the Snitch, he extended his arm. So close, he leaned forward until he was laying flat across the broom. Then he felt it, finally, his fingers curled around the Snitch and he immediately pulled up, mere feet away from the ground, he would have crashed into the people watching if he hadn't done some tricky manoeuvring. Narrowly avoiding crashing into Sirius and James to be more specific. Both of whom whistled and started cheering as he flew by them.

Gideon was grinning broadly when Draco lazily flew back to the ground, returning the Snitch to the redhead. "Congratulations, Potter. You're our new Seeker," Gideon whispered so only Draco could hear him. He smirked knowingly, but didn't say anything. If he was anything, it was humble. Hermione would snort and laugh if she heard me say that about myself, Draco smiled internally, shaking his head at the visual.

"That was freaking sick, mate," Sirius clapped Draco on the shoulder when he rejoined his friends. Gideon was calling for the next tryout to start, it was the Beaters turn.

"Oi, pay attention. It's her turn," James hit both of them, jerking his head in the direction of one of the girls. Draco scowled lightly before following his brother's line of sight. This is going to be interesting.

…

It was the most talked about thing as everyone entered the stands for the first Quidditch match of the season. In large letters that filled the entire Quidditch pitch, spelled out with what had to be at least hundreds of various lilies was, "Will you go out with me, Evans?"

"You have to give him credit, he certainly is getting more elaborate," Sirius stroked his chin thoughtfully, "what do you think Evans is going to do?" Sirius asked giddily, elbowing Remus lightly in the ribs. Remus had his DADA textbook open across his lap, shaking his head as he looked up at the vibrant flowers once more.

Lily, Alice, Nancy and Kira were sitting a little ways away, and the girls were obviously asking Lily about what she was going to do. Lily was scowling openly, arms folded in her lap, legs crossed over one another, her top foot bouncing back and forth. In one swift movement she took her house scarf and neatly tucked it around her neck, hiding the lower half of her face.

Whereas Sirius and Remus were sitting in the front row, waiting for the match to commence. Sirius of course was impatient and had been whinging to Remus for the past five minutes about how long it was taking to start.

"Wait. I thought Gideon said you were good enough to make the team. Remind me again why you didn't make it?" Remus paused his reading to look at Sirius who had been poking him incessantly for the last couple minutes.

"It would be unfair to everyone else playing, I would overshadow them with my greatness," Sirius said confidently. Truthfully Gideon didn't want anyone to say he was playing favourites, in addition to the fact that another boy in Fifth year was just a little bit better than him.

"I still think it's bloody amazing that Mione is a Beater, Dray is the Seeker and James is a Chaser. The Potter three!" Sirius exclaimed impassioned.

"Potter three?" Remus arched a brow questioningly.

"Work in progress, don't worry. The official one will blow your socks off. Hey, think we could sell products that were Potter based?" Sirius got a crazy, mischievous look in his eye, and Remus knew there was no stopping him when he got like this.

"Potter based products."

"Sell them at games in support of the Potter three," Sirius exclaimed, obviously liking the idea more and more by the second. "Think about it, Moony. We could make who knows how much money!"

"How about we focus on other things, like that History of Magic assignment that's due next week, or finishing up our Transfiguration essay on Switching?" Remus asked absently, frowning as he re-read a passage that Sirius had distracted him from reading, and he wanted to make sure he fully comprehended what was being said before he moved on.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Witches and Wizards, welcome to the first Quidditch game of the School Year! Today we have Slytherin versus Gryffindor, which always promises for a heated match!" James Thomas was the Commentator, which Remus thought probably gave McGonagall a great deal of grief.

"Our teams are both exciting out onto the field, they're waving to their adoring fans…" Thomas paused as the stands blew up, loud cheers and hollers, clapping and some of the older students were shooting harmless sparks out of their wands.

"Madame Hooch is walking to the middle of the field with the team captains Gideon Prewett and Demetri Flint, both of their teams gathering behind them. Hooch is talking to both captains, there's a lot of pointing. Most likely because dear ol' Demetri fouled last year at the end of the season, almost knocking dear Ol' Gids off of his broom. Aiming directly at Prewett with the quaffle...after the whistle had been blown to end the game."

"You know, I'd like to believe that some of the Slytherins are decent, but it seems like they're hiding somewhere," Sirius growled, "pretty much every Slytherin I've ever interacted with has been an absolute wanker."

"Doesn't mean there aren't any," Remus said, finally tearing his eyes away from his book in time to see Hooch release the Snitch and Bludgers, tossing the quaffle into the air in the middle of a ring of Chasers. Sirius jumped up when James quickly nabbed it, bolting off into the air.

"The game has officially begun! Potter has started the game off by grabbing the quaffle before the other Chasers. The other male Potter is currently in the air, moving about a little but from his intense focus you can tell he's searching for the Snitch. What's this? Hermione Potter stops a bludger that was heading straight for her twin, feisty little witch that one." Thomas ducked as McGonagall swatted at him with a roll of parchment, huffing before sitting down beside him at the table in the Commentator's box.

"Flint has managed to steal the quaffle away from Potter, heading towards the Gryffindor goals with such passion it's almost bringing a tear to my eye!" Thomas's voice grew more excited in the next few moments, "however as he aimed for the left hoop, Prewett batted it away with the back of his broom, almost effortlessly it would appear!"

"Shit!" Remus exclaimed as a bludger narrowly missed James, who was now back in possession of the quaffle and was throwing it between himself and one of the other Gryffindor Chasers, Moira Finnegan, who was a couple years older than them.

"Oi! Hermione Potter bats away another bludger, this time it's heading towards one of the Slytherin Chasers, who with a split second to spare avoids getting hit. He does not look pleased by that. It's alright, Pucey! No hard feelings with Quidditch, mate!"

The game only got more heated as no one scored twenty minutes in, and Remus wondered if Draco or the Slytherin Seeker had truly not seen the Snitch yet, or they were waiting for their team to rack up some points first. Then finally, after another five minutes, Demetri had the quaffle once more, and he would have scored if James hadn't done a tricky move, snatching the quaffle from him, and in one swift movement hurling it towards the Slytherin goals.

"What's this? Potter has thrown the quaffle at the Slytherin goals, and his teammate Finnegan uses the back of her broom to hit the quaffle and GOAL! WE have a goal! Beautiful teamwork on both Chasers part, landing a goal in the right hoop! Twenty six minutes in!"

After that it was like the Gryffindors had found their groove, scoring a further seven times on the Slytherins, whereas the Slytherins had only scored twice. Sirius's throat was beginning to hurt a little bit, starting to go a bit hoarse; Remus was even getting into it, cheering just as loudly as his friend. It wasn't just them, the Gryffindor side of the stands was going nuts, the Hufflepuffs were just as excited, mainly because the match was so exhilarating to watch. The Ravenclaws soon joined in, and the Slytherins were all yelling at their housemates in exasperation, their cries drowned out by the other spectators.

Remus felt the wind on his face as some of the Chasers flew scarily close to the stands, Slytherin scoring once more.

"It seems like Draco Potter has seen the Snitch, he's racing upwards into the sky, the Slytherin Seeker in hot pursuit. It doesn't help that visibility is getting worse as the match rages on, those stormy grey clouds do not bode well for our Seekers!"

It was several, long moments that the spectators waited with bated breath. Draco and the other Seeker had disappeared into the clouds.

"Do you think someone caught it yet-" Sirius started when two figures burst out of the clouds, speeding towards the ground, both of their hands extended.

"They are neck in neck! The Snitch is pelting towards the ground! How will this end?" The question was answered a moment later when with what seemed like an extra boost, Draco leaned forward and captured the Snitch.

"HE'S DONE IT! DRACO POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH. The final standings are Gryffindor Two hundred and twenty points to Slytherin's Thirty!" The stands exploded into cheers, the lions boisterous and the loudest of them all.

Gryffindor had won, and the team was doing a victory lap around the pitch. One of the team members attention was drawn however to the redhead that was stalking across the field, scarf blowing out behind her. They began to immediately fly towards the ground.

"Incendio!" Lily pointed her wand at the flowers and they all set on fire. Hermione had just reached the ground and jumped off of her broom, running to maintain her momentum and to get to where Lily was.

"Aguamenti!" Hermione pointed her wand to stream out behind the flames.

"To answer your earlier question, Sirius. That is how she's going to deal with it," Remus smirked, looking at his dumbstruck friend in amusement.

"She just set it on fire," Sirius said, mouth agape as he ran his hands backwards through his hair. "No hesitation, just fire."

McGonagall had stormed onto the field, and was currently putting out the remaining flames, shooting a disapproving stare in Lily's direction, telling the redhead that they would discuss this in her office, now.

James flew a bit dejectedly over to where his friends were, "it took all night to do that too." All that was left of his hard work was, "ith me, Evans?"

"Maybe not so large scale for a while, mate," Sirius walked down to the bottom of the stands, patting his hovering friend on the back.

"Wait, where's Pete?" James frowned, noticing that one of his best friends was missing.

"Both him and Frank caught something, they're both in the Hospital Wing sleeping it off," Remus said without looking up from his book. James grimaced and he commented that they would have to go visit their friends in the morning since they might be better then. He wouldn't want to disturb them if they were sleeping.

Most of the school was filing out of the stands at this point, slowly however, since they all were interested in the events going down on the pitch. Draco finally broke away from his conversation with Gideon (his captain had been congratulating him on their first win) and flew up to them, offering James a sympathetic smile when he pulled up beside him. "Next time you give her flowers, maybe do it on a much smaller scale," Draco advised.

"That's it!" James brightened immediately and you could see the gears turning in his mind.

"Good ol' James. Never deterred by a little chink in the plan," Sirius grinned broadly.

"I'm not sure I even want to know," Draco laughed, wiping some of the sweat off of his forehead.

"More importantly, we're working on the map tonight right?" Sirius piped up, eager for the map to be finished.

"When you say we, you really mean me whilst you doodle on spare parchment and make stupid remarks?" Remus closed his book, and hopped down from his seat.

"Hey! I'm offended by the insinuation that my work isn't just as important as that fancy charmwork you and Mione do," Sirius grumbled. "I do well in charms I'll have you know."

"I know, which is amazing since you hardly pay attention in class," Remus turned to the other boy, "which is why you're going to work on the charm that tracks everyone and where they are in the castle...Mione and I figured out how to do it for the most part, in the sections we've managed to get done so far."

"Didn't you say that you had a bit of trouble having the names and illustrations work together properly?" Sirius asked curiously.

"Yes, which is why you and Dray are going to work on that part. I'm going with James to map out more parts of the castle tomorrow night-"

"Shouldn't I go with someone since I'd be the best to accurately draw out the corridors and where everything is? No offense Moony, but none of you can draw to save your sorry arses if you were being held at wandpoint," Sirius reached out, patting his friend on the back pityingly.

"Oh fuck off," Remus scowled, shaking his head at Sirius. A few moments ago Hermione had flown up to the stands as well, one foot was on the railing as she hovered a bit above it, she had released her curls from the high ponytail they had previously been in, and they were now cascading freely down her back. The chilled November air was blowing against the Potters who were drenched in sweat, and they all involuntarily shivered.

"Okay boys, how about we go inside and take nice, hot showers. It's bloody freezing out here," Hermione emphasized her point by shivering once more, she held onto her broom with one hand, the strap of her beater bat secured around that wrist, and then moved her free hand to the holster on her thigh that had her wand neatly tucked into it. She fumbled for a few seconds before she managed to free it and when she did, with a quick wave and a muttered whisper she cast warming charms on the boys and herself.

"That's that sorted then isn't it?" James grinned happily, the sting of Lily's actions already fading into the deep recesses of his mind.

"Yes, yes it is. That's a lot better, thanks Mione," Remus smiled warmly at the hazel eyed girl, who shot him a wink and stuck out her tongue before swinging her broom around.

"Race you to the locker rooms boys!" Hermione called out over her shoulder as she sped away, hair whipping out behind her, both Draco and James made loud protests before racing after her. The Gryffindor changing rooms were split up into a girls side and a boy's side, but you entered from the same place. Through one door out of the cold and then you either went left to the boy's side or right to the girl's.

"Remind me why I'm friends with you people?" Remus laughed lightly.

"Mate," Sirius shot him a look, wriggling his eyebrows at the Werewolf; who merely shook his head with the corners of his lips twitching upwards. Making sure he had the book and everything else he had come into the stand with, he started walking towards the stairs that took you down the ground. Sirius walking beside him. I wouldn't trade them for anyone else in the World, Remus thought as he saw James, Draco and Hermione now racing across the remainder of the pitch towards the changing rooms. Not a single one of them.

I'm going to be totally honest, I wasn't planning on having the present/ future snippet for a little while longer, but as you all have been so lovely and patient I decided to give it to you a bit early :p Not to mention it felt right.

I hope you enjoyed it!

Love you,

Indieblue xxx

P.S. If any of you are still reading this far I have a question (love you if you are), I'm kind of feeling to have a time jump...I'm not sure if I'll actually do it, not too too far though...like middle of their Fourth Year? I don't know. You guys can tell me what you think, right now we're at the end of November in their third year. I may have the Potter 'twins' birthday and then skip forward? Ugh, I have no idea. Cause I can see myself doing either.