A/N: I AM SO SORRY! My computer is screwed up (it refuses to charge), I had to do summer reading (5 books) and Global work (19 paragraphs!)and ALL HONORS CLASSES! I've already failed a Chem quiz, a Global quiz, and I'm up to my second math test! Anyway, I actually had the beginning done a while ago, and saved it up here. And I'd finished the END even before that, but it was in my notebook, and I hadn't been able to type it. But I've got it done, and figured a way to connect the two! Please, no yelling at me in reviews?

The Truth is Getting Clearer

"Harry, honestly, stop fooling around. Here, change into these," Draco said, putting wizard's robes on the silver bed. "I'll be in the bathroom."

Draco left the room and Harry looked back at the mirror. "This is not normal." Harry's mind was reeling with questions. Why is Lily in love with and married to Snape? Did he make his move before James 'deflated his head' as Lupin had put it? What happened to James? Did he move on? Did he marry another woman? Does he have kids? Is he happy?

Harry turned away from the mirror. He couldn't stare at it any longer. Seeing the plain black robes on the bed, Harry quickly changed his clothes and then looked around. 'So, this is my bedroom,' he thought. He noticed a pile of books on a desk, next to a desk lamp and a wand. Harry walked over to the desk, looking through the books. Most of them were old spellbooks, and Harry recognized Muggle book titles from his life at the Dursleys's. However, the book on the bottom pile caught his eye. There was no writing on the plain, brown leather cover, but Harry had a feeling he knew what it was.

Opening it to the first page, Harry saw a birth certificate. "Harry Severus Snape, born 31 July, 1980," he read. Harry continued flipping through the pages, taking in each picture. He saw himself as a newborn in his mother's arms; his mother and Narcissa Malfoy holding him and what he assumed to be a baby Draco side by side, as the boys were asleep; him in Snape's - his father's - arms as a toddler, eyes drooping as the man rocked him to sleep; toddler-Harry laughing and running away from a thin, sallow faced woman he recognized as Eileen Snape; there was even a picture of him and Dudley, around five or six, eating ice cream as his mother and aunt laughed in the background. Eventually the pictures became more recent - adolescent Harry in green robes, blocking a hoop from an incoming Quaffle; he and Draco making funny faces while sipping drinks at the Three Broomsticks; him looking cross-eyed at his slightly hooked nose, where chocolate icing had stuck from the cupcake he held in his hand; Harry rolling his eyes as Draco tried to flirt with some girl, and then laughing as the girl slapped Draco across the face.

There was a slight knock on the door before it opened. Draco noticed the book in Harry's hands and rolled his eyes. "Feeling sentimental?" he scoffed.

Harry ignored his friend's comment. Placing the book back on the desk, he turned to the blond. "Are we leaving soon?"

"Yeah, come on, your mum's waiting."

Lily led the teenagers to a shop. Harry noticed the address – ninety-three Diagon Alley. But when Harry looked up, he didn't see Weasley Wizard Wheezes. Instead, the place looked spooky and deserted. The curtains were closed, the overall building looked ancient with windows like you'd find in a medieval castle, and on the door was a sign that read 'Enter at own risk' in dripping red letters, and Harry was momentarily reminded of when the Chamber of Secrets had been opened.

Lily turned to them and smiled. "Well, go on. Find your friends so you can get your shopping done together. I'll meet you back here later."

She left, and Harry looked again at the place, wondering what mother would leave their child here. "Well, go in," Draco said. Harry looked at him like he'd gone mad. Draco rolled his eyes and grabbed Harry's arm, dragging him into the building.

When they entered, the sight before him was not as he'd expected. This place was obviously a popular hangout, because kids, ages 12 through 18, were packed into the place, eating, drinking, showing each other what they'd bought, and laughing. The interior was a complete 180 from the exterior; instead of being dark and gloomy, the place was bursting with energy.

There was a small drink bar at one side of the shop. Directly across from it was a counter with displays of sweets and baked goods. In between the two, there were many small, round tables, which fit an average of 5 teenagers. In the back and the very front, there were four larger round tables (two in the front, two in the back), which looked like they could fit about 10 kids. Past the large tables in the back stood a staircase, leading an open loft-like second floor. It was lined with shelves, in which children of almost all ages were looking through. Harry also noticed the Weasley twins were standing around the loft, one seemingly flirting with a girl Harry recognized as Angelina Johnson, and the other one with his arm around a tall brunette Harry didn't know.

"Noticed, have you?" Draco whispered, leading Harry to the candy counter. "I honestly think I preferred the Muggle bookshop that used to be up there. We didn't have to worry about girls spiking our drinks with WonderWitch love potions before the Weasleys rented the second floor."

"Rented? They don't own it?" Harry asked.

"You're joking, right? Like they'd ever be able to afford that! The only reason the afford rent is because one of the owners gave a discount to a future son-in-law."

"Son-in-law?" Harry asked, stunned. They reached the counter and Harry saw a notice board. On it, a poster read:

'The Marauders Misses are proud to announce that the loft in the club is now home to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Although we are sad to see the Muggle Literature Collection go, we are most excited that you teenagers can now purchase fun joking and pranking equipment that is only potentially dangerous.'

Next to it was a small newspaper clipping, announcing the engagement between Fred Weasley and Violet Lupin. In the photograph, Fred stood behind the tall brunette, embracing her around the waist as they smiled to the camera. But Harry wasn't focused on them. "Violet Lupin…?" He looked around the notice board and laid his eyes on a fairly large clipping. The title read 'Marauders Misses – Open for Business!' with the subtitle, 'Four dedicated mothers open a "club" in Diagon Alley, where they can be sure their children have fun and stay safe.' The photo showed four women, standing in front of the building.

The woman on the far left was tall, had her caramel hair in a professional bun, and seemed content to just smile at the camera. The woman beside her had honey-blonde hair, which fell in straight strands around her smiling face, she shyly waved to the camera and pushed her hair out of her face, only to have it fall back a second later. Next to her stood a slightly taller witch, who styled her dirty blonde hair in a messy bun, held together with chopsticks. She looked from the camera to the building, as though she couldn't believe it was happening. The woman on the far right had caramel hair as well, but it fell in long curls. She seemed to simply be smiling at the camera, although Harry could swear he saw her wink or smirk a couple of times. The caption below read: '(L-R) Blake Lupin, Ministry of Magic official; Allisandra Potter, top Healer at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries; Mary Pettigrew, housewife of Ministry official Peter Pettigrew; Serena Black, Professor of Muggle Studies at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.'

Harry held in his relief. The Marauders apparently all had misses and children. Voldemort and his followers hadn't killed them. Peter never betrayed them. They were probably very happy. 'Maybe this wish wasn't a total waste.'

A cute girl with medium length black hair and grey-green eyes came over. She wore a red shirt and Muggle jeans, under a purple apron with the words 'Marauders Misses' in gold. Her smile was obviously fake and her tone was one of false sweetness, in a Delores Umbridge sort of way. "Welcome to Marauders Misses. Today's Back-to-School Special is fudge brownies and an iced drink of your choice. What can I get you?"

Draco cocked an eyebrow at her. "Careful now, or people might think we don't despise each other."

The smile never faltered from her face, but her eyes did seem to get darker. "Hardly. I just don't want to piss Mum off by hexing one of her customers."

"Well, here's a thought, Potter," Draco said, as if stating the most obvious thing in the world. Harry was only half listening; he was mainly staring at the girl. He noticed she kept moving her hair out of her face and running her hands through it. Harry almost forgot Draco was speaking until he continued. "Get us a server that we can actually stand."

Potter then dropped her smile; her grey eyes momentarily green with rage. "Who would you suggest, Malfoy?"

Harry followed Draco's gaze as he looked around, eyes settling on a short, smiling girl with dimples and dirty-blonde pixie cut. Under her purple apron was a white summer dress with yellow roses on the skirt. She was carrying a display case full of brownies over to the counter from a door marked 'Employees Only'. "Hey, Pettigrew!" Draco shouted.

The girl dropped the display case. Before Harry could even react, Potter had run to the girl and caught the case, just inches from the ground. She brought it over to place it near the two boys, the shorter girl following. "Thank you so much," Pettigrew said, breathless. "If it weren't for you, Clarissa, they'd have fallen and Mum would've killed me."

"I didn't mean to startle you," Draco said, giving a crooked smile.

"Oh, I know you didn't," Pettigrew said, giving a shy smile. Clarissa just glared at him, obviously not believing him. The effect, however, was ruined when she had to stop glaring in order to rub her eyes. The shorter girl noticed. "If you need to take out your contacts, Riss, I'll take over for now."

"Thanks, Chelsea," she said, walking towards the door labeled 'Ladies.' Harry assumed she was too proud to tell her coworker (and probably friend) that the customers had asked for another server anyway.

"So, what can I get you?"

Draco immediately responded. "Two frozen hot chocolates to stay, a fudge brownie to go, and for you to save the first Hogsmeade weekend for a date with me." He winked, causing Chelsea to blush. She was smiling slightly as she walked away to get their order ready.

Upon noticing the shocked look Harry was giving him, Draco became defensive. "What? Okay, she's not my usual type, but she's cute, and after being in Pansy's clutch for almost a year, can you blame me for wanting a girl who isn't anything like her? Besides, you're perfectly happy with a sixth year Gryffindor. Maybe I can be, too."

It suddenly clicked in Harry's head what the blond had said. 'I have a sixth-year, Gryffindor girlfriend. Could that mean…?' Images of a certain red-haired, brown-eyed Quidditch player flew into his mind. Before he could dwell on it, however, Chelsea Pettigrew returned.

"Here are your frozen hot chocolates," she said, handing them to the boys. She picked up a small white pastry box with a Marauders Misses label on it. "Here is the brownie, and," Chelsea smiled at Draco, blushing slightly, "I'll let you know about that Hogsmeade weekend." Harry suddenly felt like a third wheel, until Chelsea looked up, staring behind the Slytherins with eyes wide open.

Before either could turn around or ask what was wrong, an angry voice hissed:

"What is going on here?"

A/N: GASP! Who is behind Draco and Harry? Are the Potters, Lupins, Blacks, and Pettigrews as happy as they seem? Does Draco have an ulterior motive for asking Chelsea out? Who is Harry's Gryffindor girl? I'll let you know soon, but I would like to hear your theories.