a/n: so this is the first fanfiction i wrote, like ever! (re-edited)
"i can not believe you got us seats in the top box, Prongsie!" exclaimed Sirius, gaping at James.
"yeah well.. the new minister was a friend of my fathers. he decided to get us tickets for the match to repay dad" shrugged James.
"ooh look its starting!" said Peter pointing at the giant screen in front of us.
"nah wormy. that is what you call an advertisement" laughed Remus. Peter turned beet red and mumbled something.
"so Lils, you excited?" asked James wrapping an arm around me.
"yes, James this is the millionth time you've asked me that" i said. "but i don't think i am as excited as him." i gestured to little Harry, sitting in my lap. he was staring out onto the pitch.
"oh look look it's starting!" shrieked Sirius, jumping in his seat.
"or as excited as him" i added to James, who laughed and hugged me tighter.
as the players zoomed in, Sirius lifted harry and pointed at them. "look Harry, those are quidditch players, see? one day you are going to be just like them! better than your dad and nearly as good as me"
laughing i rolled my eyes at Sirius as James gently punched him.
harry crawled back to me and looked at the players whizzing past. "wassat?" he said pointing to the screen.
"that harry is the screen where the points are tallied"
"wassat"
"that is a bludger harry. they are nasty"
"wassat"
that is the quaffle"
"wassat"
"that is a person on a broom harry"
"wassat"
"that is a goalpost"
"wassat"
"thats a pigeon sweetheart"
"sat?"
"why dont you ask your father?" i told him gently placing him in James' lap. James happily answered his questions.
when the match ended, the teams came up into the top box and Harry decided that is when he wanted to start crying. bawling and screaming. he was, making quite a scene. desperately we tried to calm him, but he refused to listen.
a familiar face came by to meet harry. she asked, "do you mind?"
i looked up at her and exclaimed, "GWENOG JONES?"
she laughed and said, "LILY EVANS?" we both laughed and hugged each other. we were friends during Hogwarts, but Gwenog left at the end of our sixth year to pursue quidditch.
"when did you transfer to the Harpies?" i asked her.
she shrugged and said, "recently".
i looked back at the marauders and they all sat with dumbstruck expressions. Gwenong looked at them too.
"Lily Evans. sitting in a quidditch match with the famous Marauders. seems like i missed a lot at Hogwarts."
i laughed. "you missed something else too! it is not Evans, its Potter!"
Gwenog gasped and hugged James, who just looked more shocked.
"Congratulations loser!" she said.
"wait. wait wait" said Sirius "you're telling me Gwenny J from Hufflepuff who left in sixth year was actually the Gwenog Jones?"
Gwenog grinned "happy realisation"
"I hooked up with y-"
"don't mind Sirius" i told Gwenog, pulling her away from our ticking time bomb.
"what a shock Lily" she told me "it was great seeing you again! well, now i have to go, but here," she bent down to face harry and opened her palm, revealing a tiny golden snitch. "this is for you"
a/n: soooooo...?