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"Cho! Hey, Cho!" called James as he walked towards the Ravenclaws departing from breakfast in the Great Hall.

"Oh, hi Jose, how are you?" smiled Cho.

"I'm better, now that I'm with you."

Cho looked a little taken aback but smiled, nevertheless. "Good. Glad you're doing well. Did you sleep well?"

"No," he admitted. "I was up all night thinking about you."

"What-?"

"Hey," he interrupted suddenly. "Are you part Veela by any chance? Because your beauty puts me in a trance." He smiled at the little rhyme he came up with.

"Um…Jose are you feeling a bit ill?"

"Ill? Actually…I reckon I am. I think I've been bitten by the love bug." James replied wiggling his eyebrows

Cho looked uncertain of what to say to the grinning boy. Was he for real? "Are you being serious?" she finally spluttered.

"Well, dearest, Sirius is my middle name!"

"What?"

"Oh, never mind, love."

"Jose, you're starting to creep me out a bit. Dearest? Love? I've only known you for what-a day?"

"A day can feel like centuries when you're trapped in romance."

"OK, Jose, this is too much. Let's just get to class. I heard Professor Flitwick has an exciting lesson planned."

"Speaking of Professor Flitwick, you must be brilliant at Charms because you've certainly cast your spell on me."

"Jose!"

"Sorry. I admit that one was a bit to far."

Although she rolled her eyes, a smile played on her lips. "You're pretty funny Jose."

James was disappointed that Cho didn't break out into fits of love for him, but nevertheless he replied to her with his usual arrogant tone, "What can I say? I have a gift."

And with that, they continued on their way to Charms class, James looking like a lovesick puppy.

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Lily hummed to herself as she strolled back from the Room of Requirement, where she had a delicious lunch of Shepherd's pie. It had been a rather good day so far, almost good enough to help rid her head of the lingering thoughts about her parents.

As she walked back toward the Great Hall to catch up with some of her new found friends, she saw a lock of ginger hair identical to her own. Lily stopped in her tracks and stood frozen like a statue. Ginny looked in her direction and smiled politely. Lily knew that she should walk away, Teddy's words of admiring from afar filling her head. But she couldn't just let the moment pass! She needed her parents, and this was her chance to get close to them. The only thing better than being with your parents, is being with your parents when they're your age.

"Hi," she said nervously as she approached her mother.

"Hello, there." Ginny smiled politely. "I don't think I've ever seen you around before. Are you a first year?"

"Yes, I am."

"I'm a second year. What's your name?"

"I'm Lily," she murmured.

"Lily…that's a really pretty name!" Lily beamed. "I'm-"

"Ginny!" Dear Merlin, what was wrong with her? First the 'Daddy' incident and now this! She really needed to watch what she said from this point forward.

"Yeah, that's right. How did you know?" asked Ginny curiously.

"Lucky…guess?" It came out sounding more like a question, but Ginny didn't push it. For that, Lily was grateful.

"So…" said Lily after a moment of silence. She decided to try and turn the conversation into another direction. "Play any Quiddtich?" The answer was obvious. She played in the Holyhead Harpies for goodness sake!

"Well," she looked like she was considering what to say. "I do enjoy watching. I like playing, too. Although no one in my family knows."

Lily raised her eyebrows. Ginny never told her that. "What's your favorite team?"

"My brother Ron's favorite team is the Chudley Cannons, so I suppose he has an influence on me. Although I am starting to lean towards the Holyhead Harpies..."

So on and on they talked as they walked through the grounds. They talked about magic, school, their families (Lily coming up with a very realistic story) and their hobbies. Lily knew that it was wrong of her to befriend her mother, but she couldn't resist. Being the youngest of the children Lily missed her parents immensely and she couldn't even send an owl to them to say hello. The only way to see them and be with them was to befriend them. And seeing as she already had an awkward run in with Harry, Lily knew that she would have to start with her mom. Her plan was working out splendidly, so far- so good.

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James and Albus walked together to the Room of Requirement for dinner. James was telling his younger brother all about his success with Cho and how he knew that she was dying to be with him. Al laughed, not unkindly, but still not believing a word he said. The younger boy then recounted his day, which was rather uneventful. Teddy and Lily were already waiting for them when they arrived, Lily looking a lot more cheerful than the last time they were with her.

"I still can't believe you got detention on purpose, Ted!" said James when they sat down and started to tuck into their food. "After all the times that you lecture me about the detentions I land in."

Teddy rolled his eyes. "Think about all the times you received detentions, James, and how many times I have. It hardly adds up. Besides, this is detention with my dad."

"That's so weird, mate."

James, Teddy, and Lily all joked and talked; no one bothered to make an effort in including Al. Pushing his peas around his plate absentmindedly, Albus thought back to what happened moments before he met James for dinner. Draco had given him yet another invitation to have dinner at the Slytherin table. He said that he was really missing out, and what was the point of experiencing Hogwarts if he didn't interact with other members of his house. He said that the Slytherins were very kind to one another, contrary to popular belief, and that he would be very welcome in their conversation. Your House was your family, after all. Suddenly, Al wished that he had accepted Draco's offer this time. Certainly no one in his family was paying him any mind right now. This wasn't new to Al. He was hardly ever noticed in his large family. It was always James and Fred, what with all of their pranks, mischief, jokes, and trouble making. Lily and Hugo were the youngest, so of course they got all of the adoring attention. Rose was extremely smart and was constantly praised. And Teddy. He could fit in with anyone. Not only was he mature and smart, so he could easily carry a conversation with the adults, but his Metamorphmagus abilities often made him the life of the party. Who would even bother with little, quiet, Albus Severus Potter?

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Teddy walked to his father's office to serve his detention after dinner in the Room of Requirement. He was caught between excitement and nervousness. Excitement because he was going to detention with his dad and was going to finally be able to talk to him. Nervousness because he was having detention with his dad. The teen hadn't even considered what he was going to talk about. He couldn't really talk about anything that would give him away…maybe he could get to know more about his dad.

Taking a deep breath, Teddy knocked upon the door.

"Enter," came a slightly tired voice. Teddy complied. Remus was sitting at his desk and grading some papers. He looked up when Teddy entered. "Hello Mr. Astra."

"Hello, Professor," said Teddy humbly. Before Remus could say anything Teddy thought it would be appropriate to apologize. "Sir, I would like to apologize for my behavior. It was completely uncalled for, especially since I am new at Hogwarts, and I don't know what came over me."

Remus's face softened slightly at the apology and he even gave a small smile. "Thank you for apologizing Mr. Astra. You are right-it was uncalled for and I appreciate you acknowledged that. I hope you know the apology will not save you from detention."

"Of course not, Sir," replied Teddy, hiding his smile.

"Alright then, let's get to business, shall we? I'm not going to be too harsh on you. However I would like you to write a short essay on the proper and improper way to behave in a class. After that, please write the line: I will refrain from throwing dungbombs in class. I will inform you when your detention is over."

Teddy thought this was a very reasonable detention. "Yes, Sir."

Remus handed Teddy several pieced of parchment and a quill, then went back to grading papers. After about two minutes of silence, Teddy spoke up.

"Sir…?"

"Hmmm…" said Remus, not looking up.

"I-I was just wondering if you could give me some…advice?" Teddy was completely coming up with this on whim, deciding to see where his mind would take him.

"Advice on what, Mr. Astra?" asked Remus, looking up.

"Could-could you please call me Teddy?" This was the first time he was having a conversation with his father and Teddy didn't want to be known as 'Mr. Astra'. He wanted to hear his father say his name as much as he could.

"Alright, Teddy." Teddy, Teddy, Teddy. He could sit there and listen to his father say his name all night long, drinking in his father's voice. "What seems to be your dilemma?"

"Well…" he put down his quill. Teddy wondered if his father would say he was making excuses to get out of detention time but Remus seemed sincerely willing to help. "I was wondering if you could give me advice on future careers. I am in my last year of school but I haven't really given it much thought yet." Lie. Teddy knew what he wanted to be. An Auror like his mum and godfather. Harry even promised to start training him one-on-one soon.

"Well, Teddy, what are your interests?"

"I like helping people. I was considering maybe being a healer. Lie. And I like Transfiguration so maybe I could be a professor. Lie. And…I like books so I may be able to work in a bookshop. Lie. And I like DADA so maybe; just maybe, I could be an Auror. I'm awfully clumsy though." OK, so he lied a lot; but what was he supposed to do? The more lies he fed, the more Remus would talk. None of these things other than the Auror pick (and the fact that he was very clumsy) were true.

He was lying, but Remus would never find out.

The werewolf chuckled. "Well you certainly have a lot of options, don't you?" Teddy smiled sheepishly.

Remus straightened up and put down his quill. "Keep writing. I'll give you the advice I have. Well, since you have a large variety of choices, it shouldn't be that hard to actually pick one. I think the best way is to look at the subjects you are strongest in and match it with what you enjoy doing…"

And so Remus talked to Teddy about jobs and how to find the best match. Teddy used this as a perfect excuse to subtly let his father know about himself. He told him how he loves Transfiguration and Defense Against The Dark Arts, how he lives with his grandmother after his parents died of a disease. He told him how he spends most days with his godfather Henry and his wife. How he is incredibly clumsy, always picks the raisins out of his food, and despises anything that has to do with pears.

Remus didn't really say much about himself. He said he lives alone and also dislikes pears. By the time they were done, Remus suggested Teddy look into being a healer, Auror, or a professor.

"Look at that!" exclaimed Remus when he read the time. "We've been here for nearly three hours. I suggest you head back to your room before curfew."

Teddy frowned. He wanted more time to spend with his dad, but what was he supposed to say? Reluctantly he handed the papers he wrote his lines and essay on, bade goodnight, and walked out the door, feeling as though he was missing one less piece of his life.

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Teddy walked back to the Room of Requirement, intending to just lie back and reflect on the glorious hours he spent with his father. The children would want details, no doubt. Instead, to his surprise, when he opened the door to the large room, he found all three children standing as though waiting for him. They weren't dressed in their nightclothes. On the contrary, they looked as if they were going to meet someone.

"What's going on?" asked Teddy.

"We just got a message from Professor Dumbledore," informed James. "We were waiting for you. He said it was really urgent."

Teddy's eyebrows creased in the center but he nodded and they made their way to the Headmaster's office. Albus knocked on the large door and waited for the aged wizard to let them in. When they heard a slightly tired "enter" they walked in somewhat reluctantly. Whatever they were called in for probably wasn't a social visit and couldn't be good news.

"Professor, you asked to see us?" spoke Teddy.

"Yes, indeed I did. Do you recall, that night when you children first came here, what I told you?" They nodded. "I have informed you of my suspicions as to what may occur due to this broken Time Turner. It seems to me that these suspicions have deemed correct."

Lily thought hard. What suspicions was he talking about?

"So what's the problem?" asked James. Upon receiving a stern look from Teddy, he quickly added, "Sir."

Suddenly, in the corner of the circular office came muffled voices from a room off towards the side, causing everyone's head to snap that direction.

"Ouch, gerroff my foot you prat!"

"I'll get off your foot as soon as you apologize for the mess you've gotten us into!"

"I've gotten us into? I've gotten us into? Excuse me, but me and what's-her-name were perfectly content in that broom closet before you barged in."

"Don't get any ideas. I can't help it if you are constantly causing trouble." The voices were filled with clear loathing and malice. Whoever these people were, they certainly did not enjoy each other's company.

"Everything is 10x worse being stuck with you, Snivellus!" Suddenly, the door to the room opened and a very handsome boy with a mop of curly black hair and striking grey eyes popped his head out.

"I'm sorry, Professor. But this is not working." He blatantly stated.

Dumbledore looked very tired and worn. "That's the problem," he said as another person, a greasy haired, hook-nosed boy walked out as well.

Sixteen-year-olds Sirius Black and Severus Snape were back in 1993.

A/N: Dun dun duuuuuuunn. Ok, so what did you guys think? Tell us in a-you guessed it-review!

Ok, on a totally different topic: we, Gred and Forge, have recently both written a Freeverse. This is our first Freeverse ever and it would really encourage us if you checked it out and let us know what you think!

Gred's is about how Bellatrix felt when Andromeda married Ted Tonks. Forge's is about how Remus felt when he thought that Sirius betrayed the Potters.