Hey everyone! I'm sorry for the delay. Once again my mom has cut me back from computer use, so I'm forced to do this on a Friday night when they're gone… DON'T TELL ON ME!!!!!! Here's where the letters start, and they're supposed to cover about two months. Please enjoy and remember… I don't own anything. At all. Don't think that I do.

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Chapter 3: Corresponding and Quidditch

Dear Sirius,

Congratulations on becoming a free, living man! Have you walked out and about yet? If you want an excuse to, there's a Hogsmeade trip next weekend and our first Quidditch match two weeks later. You could watch me make a fool of myself as team captain!

My classes are going alright. Slughorn's a really good teacher. Transfiguration is crazy, oh, and Snape is teaching Defense this year. There goes my chance of passing! As for the other lessons, well, let's just say they involve a Pensieve and a lot of guesswork.

Tell Remus hello for me. Ron and Hermione say hi!

Your godson,

Harry

Harry,

Thanks for the congratulations. The freedom's great, but the trial wasn't. I'll tell you about it the next time I see you!

Unfortunately, I can't make it to Hogsmeade. I've applied for a job, and I'm meeting the boss that weekend. I will, however, make it to the Quidditch game. I'll even bring Lupin with me (if he agrees to go)! And I'm sure you won't make a fool of yourself. You're too good!

Moony says hi, and tell Ron and Hermione hello for us!

Be safe!

Sirius

P.S. - I'm glad classes are going alright. Don't let Snape be too much of a git! If he is, then I'll give him a piece of my mind.

The air had that fresh smell to it. There was a light breeze, and there was a little cloud cover. In other words, it was a perfect day for Quidditch. It was the first of the year: Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff.

In the locker rooms, Gryffindor team captain Harry Potter was attempting to boost his team's morale.

"Alright, everyone," he began, suddenly wishing that one of his previous team captains, Oliver Wood, was giving this speech, "we've been doing brilliantly in our practices and our moves are flawless. We'll be the team to beat this year!"

His team cheered behind him as they filed out. The only person who looked anywhere close to how Harry was feeling was Ron, who was bouncing up and down and fidgeting with his robes.

"You'll do fine today, Ron!" Harry encouraged his best friend.

"I know, thanks to you, but that doesn't keep me from feeling nervous."

Ron still hadn't realized that the Felix Felicis, the lucky potion, he had supposedly taken, was still full in its bottle that was currently residing in Harry's pocket.

Harry patted his friend on the back and stepped onto the field. The red and gold supporters were cheering madly. He stepped to the middle of the field to shake hands with the Hufflepuff team captain.

"A good, clean game, right?" Madam Hooch said through the teeth that were clenched around her whistle. Both captains nodded, shook hands, and mounted their brooms. The Bludgers were released, then the Snitch. Harry's senses went into hyper alert. The whistle blew, and he was off.

Flying was the one thing that Harry could always gain peace from. The air gave him power, it made him feel strong. As he swooped and dove, all of his fears washed away into nothingness.

Forty feet below, Sirius and Remus were entering the stands, looking for a place to sit. They seemed to be in a sea of red, and they couldn't find anyone they knew.

"Sirius, Lupin, over here!" Both men turned to see a bushy-haired Hermione waving to them, clutching a large book in her other hand.

A few heads turned towards them as they pushed through the crowd. Hermione was sitting with Neville and Luna, who were all wearing Gryffindor colors. They sat down and their heads snapped up, almost like they were magnetically drawn to the game.

"Stop the Quaffle, Ron!" Lupin yelled. Sirius refocused just in time to see Ron barely block the goal. The red and gold group cheered wildly. Just as the Quaffle went back into play, one red and one yellow player went into a dive. With a shock, the crowd realized that the Seekers may have spotted the Snitch. Sirius watched as his godson Harry raced Summersby, the Hufflepuff Seeker, full-force towards the ground. Twenty feet left, ten feet, eight feet left, much too close Harry…Sirius winced as he heard a loud thud. Opening his eyes slowly, he felt slightly relieved that it was the Hufflepuff Seeker on the ground. OF course, he was concerned for the boy's welfare, but he was also very impressed. The Wronskei Feint…you little bugger, Harry.

Remus, out of fear, had grabbed Sirius' upper arm tightly when the dangerous had occurred.

"Um, Moony? Ouch, buddy," Sirius hinted. Remus immediately let go and began fidgeting in his seat.

"Stop twitching, Remus. You're making me nervous!" Sirius said, trying to calm down his friend.

"Making you nervous? How are you not nervous? If that didn't work, Harry could have broken his neck!" Remus exclaimed heatedly.

"Moony, that's Quidditch! Yes, I was screaming inside, but that is the nature of the sport." Sirius explained. "You just never realized it because you looked like Hermione at all of the matches, your nose four centimeters from your book."

Remus scowled at his friend, while Neville and Luna laughed at Hermione who hadn't taken her eyes off her text the whole time.

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Meanwhile, Harry's broom sped closer and closer. His hand was stretched out; he could almost feel the disturbance in the air caused by the tiny winged ball. Just a little closer…

His hand clenched around the gold metal, and he beamed. Not too bad for my first match as team captain! He thought. As he made his descent, two faces stood out from the crowd: Sirius and Remus were looking straight at him, Remus giving two-thumbs up while Sirius punched the air. Harry flew down to the rest of his team, who all had been engulfed in a group hug. He went into the locker rooms, took a shower, and put on clean clothes.

After he had finished cleaning up, Harry walked into the main part of the locker room to find Ron, fully clothed and rubbing water out of his ears with a towel.

"Good job Ron!" Harry congratulated his friend.

"Eh," he shrugged, "I got lucky."

Harry rolled his eyes and exited the room, Ron following behind him. Sirius and Lupin were leaning against the wall facing the door to the locker room.

"And a great Gryffindor victory to start the season!" Sirius cheered, rubbing the top of Harry's head.

"Excellent goalkeeping, Ron," Lupin said as the foursome walked away from the field.

"Thanks," Ron mumbled, his ears going slightly pink. "Did you see Harry's Wronskei Feint?"

"Sure did," Sirius replied smugly, "and it almost stopped Moony's heart!"

"It did not!" Lupin retorted.

"Did so. You kept going on about the unseen dangers of Quidditch."

"Remus, I never took you for the worrying type," Harry said with difficulty, for he and Ron were both laughing at the grown men's teasing and banter.

"Oh Remus always worried," Sirius explained, "But he has become more placid in his old age!"

At that point, Remus started chasing Sirius across the grounds. They were evenly matched, because Sirius was still pretty wiry and Remus had supernatural capabilities.

"They sure are friends, aren't they?" Ron asked just as Remus and Sirius had stopped their running.

"Yeah," Harry said wistfully, "I wish we were like that."

Ron turned to face Harry. "What do you mean? We're friends."

"Oh, absolutely!" Harry hurried, not wanting to offend Ron. "We're best friends. But what I meant was… they have it so easy. Pulling pranks, sneaking out, getting to be kids. You, Hermione, and I grew up too fast. There were always threats of Voldemort, people being attacked, and in one case," Harry said, grinning towards his godfather who had, along with Lupin, rejoined the teens, "a murderous escaped convict bent on personal revenge."

Sirius pretended to look offended. "Hey, that was one time and I wasn't even after you!"

Harry laughed and patted Sirius' shoulder, "Yeah, but you still scared the hell out of me."

Sirius shook off Harry's ribbing and he walked with Lupin towards the Apparition point beyond Hogsmeade.

So…how did you like it? I know it was a little angsty and if my memory serves me correctly, the first Quidditch match is against Slytherin. But once again, I don't have the books on me. I'm going to try to out up the next chapter ASAP, but the more reviews I get, the faster I type!

Love you all,

K~A~W