I'm soooo sorry it took this long but writer's block would not leave me alone! But hey, it's here now right? Enjoy! It's probably horrible...ugh.

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HPOV

"There was this one time" he begins, pausing only to take a short breath before he continues, "the Marauders and I were walking through the hall after breakfast and we came across Snivellus – he's this completely vile piece of scum who's so into the dark arts not even old Dumbledore could save him- anyway we saw him scuttling away from an old statue hidden behind some drapes. It's a secret spot of knew the little twit was up to something so I cast a spell that built an invisible wall in front of him. A capite ad calcem*, it's a silent spell so he had no warning. It wasn't meant to stop him from passing through, that would be too easy, too juvenile, not us. Instead as he passed through it made his outer clothes transparent and Snivellus didn't even notice until a group of Third Years started pointing and snickering. He wouldn't have of course because the way the spell works he would still feel the clothes on his back and he wouldn't have had a reason to look down at himself. Lucky he thought to put on some good underpants that day, stupid git." He breaks out into laughter. It was strange hearing him speak about Professor Snape that way, knowing what I know about his sacrifices for the cause, but I chose not to interrupt and I know that correcting his misconceptions could alter the future forever. He seems lost in his thoughts for a bit and I wait for him to return to the here and now.

"I think he may have learned to wear proper undergarments after we hung him upside down and his robes overturned leaving him flashing everyone in seeing distance. He crossed the line that day. But I refuse to go back down that road or I swear I'll sneak into the Slytherin dungeon and hex Snape into oblivion by Merlin."

"Let's not talk about him then. What else did you do, or should I say do you do?"

"Just silly stuff, stuff to rival Peeves. I remember this one time we made it rain chocolate worms over the Slytherin table and Peeves decided he couldn't be outdone where screaming girls were concerned and he made them turn into rattlers instead. McGonagall probably would have gotten a hissy fit if Padfoot didn't change them back to worms at the last minute."

I sit and listen to his tales of adolescent tomfoolery and think to myself how lucky he is to have been given such free reign to be a teenager. Harry, Ron and I had only had fleeting moments when we could be carefree and even then it was tainted by the possibility of something going wrong, of a burden too difficult for one boy to bear but thrust upon him nonetheless.

"Am I boring you?" comes the voice of my amused companion.

"No. I'm sorry, my mind seems to have drifted away. I was just thinking how nice it must have been to be so carefree."

"You think I'm carefree? With the threat of You-Know-Who always hanging over our heads. If that's what you think I am you are sadly mistaken." His face has taken on a red tinge and he glares at me sharply.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. But from your stories it would seem that you've had it pretty easy."

"Yes well it's not. We goof off because that's the only way we can deal with the load of bullocks that this Wizarding war has caused. There's nothing else we can do."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Oh. Everywhere we turn someone's dying because of some twisted belief that one group is superior to another. That's not right. So we do what we can to make this absolutely shitty time a smidgen more bearable. So don't come here, searching me out, and pretend that I'm some wreckless teenager who doesn't have a care in the world okay!" By the time he finishes with his little impromptu speech he was yelling and every customer was looking at us cross-eyed.

"Okay, okay, calm down. I hear you okay. I'm sorry I judged you. I truly am."

"So. What now?"

"Well, I think I've heard quite enough of your stories for now. I want to know what are your hopes and dreams for the future."

"What for? You already know how I turn out..."

"I do, but I want to hear it from you. Know for myself whether you ended up in the direction you had hoped."

"Fair enough. I've always wanted to become a Chaser for either the Montrose Magpie, Puddlemere United or the Irish National Team but now I'm having second thoughts you know? I'm really entertaining the prospect of becoming an Auror."

"The national team? Really?" I still hadn't become an out and out Quidditch fan but knowing about it was part of the package with Ron. Not a preferred part of the package, but a part of it all the same.

"Yeah, national pride and all that. I mean we can't have those French scum beating us you know? But that's more of a pipe dream as of right now. Unless the war- well never mind." I can tell that he just remembered that I inadvertently let it slip that he would be dead soon. I was singlehandedly responsible for killing this man's dreams. If that's not worth a guilt trip I don't know what is.

He probably saw from my face that I was feeling guilty because in the very next breath he tells me not to feel bad.

"That's life you know? We live and we die, what we do with the time in between is just a bonus. And I plan on enjoying every minute of it."

Just then the waiter brings our food and further conversation is suspended as we inhale our foods as though we'd just been released from a week of eating nothing but Hagrid's cooking. I shudder just imagining such torture.

GPOV

"What do you think she's up to right now Luna?" I ask, not that I really expect an answer, but just for something to do.

My best friend was currently, possibly, sitting down having dinner with my deceased father-in-law during a period in Wizarding history where hostility is high to anyone who is not a pureblood. Granted she's had to deal with that during our own time but to have to return to such a harsh life may cause her to crack if she were to encounter someone ignorant enough to make a blood status insult towards her. I should have told her not to go, I should have told Luna that she was a bumbling lunatic and she needed to come up with another dare! But I didn't because I'm a horrible friend who obviously doesn't care enough to ensure her best friend and future sister-in-law's safety. Stupid stupid stupid!

"She's probably eating some kind of sweet treat and learning all sorts of wonderful information about James Potter" she replies, not even looking up from the copy of the Quibbler in her hand. Over the years she had somehow managed to turn the Quibbler into a reputable newspaper, building it up from something people laughed at to the number one source for information on the Wizarding world.

"I just hope she's safe! What if when she went back there someone attacked her, or she got caught in the cross hairs of some major battle or something?" I probably shouldn't be worrying about these things; I mean there's nothing I could do about it from here and it certainly did nothing for my queasy stomach but I can't stop myself.

What if something's wrong?

"Ginny if you don't stop worrying I'm seriously going to have to gag you" stated Luna in an eerily calm voice. It was strange to hear such a thing come out of the mouth of someone who's demeanor was usually so sweet it was sickening. Hmmmm. Well fine, I'll just keep my thoughts to myself then...

But I can't, I'm too worried!

"But Luna-"

"Ginny I'm warning you!"

"Fine!" I huff. No sense irritating her.

What should I do in the mean time then?

*This is an actual Latin phrase, it means from head to toe. I felt it was an appropriate phrase for the spell I wanted. Do you agree?

For more info on these Quidditch teams be sure to check out the hp lexicon website.

Please be kind :/ because my mother always says if you have nothing nice to say don't say anything at all...