We know that this is kind of slow. But we're trying here! It'll get better! Please read and review! Also, we fixed our first three chapters a little bit, so they're a bit more realistic! "Great, potions first thing in the morning." Harry grumbled as he ate his toast at the Great Hall on Thursday morning. "Oh, come on, Harry. It could be worse." Ginny said. Harry looked at her with a "want-to-bet" look, and she immediately changed her mind. "No, that is bad. Never mind." "You're such a great help, Ginny." Harry said sarcasticly. Ginny gave him a look and stormed out of the Great Hall, muttering under her breath. Harry looked up, confused at Ginny's reaction. "What did I do?" He asked. "It's a girl thing Harry. I don't even get why she left. There should be a book for guys about why girls act the way they do, and all that kind of stuff." Ron said, pieces of scrambled egg spraying Harry in the face. Annoyed, Harry wipped the pieces off his face while glaring at Ron. "Sorry mate." "You have one thing to look forward too, Harry." Hermione looked up from her Daily Prophet. "Oh yeah? What's that?" "Well, actually two." She said looking back down at the paper. "What are they?" "One, we have Defense Against the Dark Arts today, you can talk to Professor Murphy about your parents. And two, Wormtail was caught." "WHAT?!" Harry launched himself over the table and grabbed the paper away from Hermione's grasp. He read through the article, shocked. PETER PETTIGREW FOUND Just last night, at the old Riddle House in Little Hangleton, Peter Pettigrew was found by a small group of Aurors who were searching the area for any signs of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Apparently, he had in his possession a list of all the muggleborns, and towns that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named wanted to attack and kill. Pettigrew, who was said to have been killed by Sirius Black almost fifteen years ago, put up a rather large fight with the Aurors, before they finally got him into custody. He was then taken to the Ministry of Magic, where he is now being questioned. Please read the next issue for more updates. Harry stared at the picture that they had used of the traitor. He was scared, and shaking, with many Aurors behind him. He glared at the picture. 'This should have happened three years ago. Not now.' Harry thought. He shoved the paper back into Hermione's hands and left the Great Hall. When he was a safe distance from the Hall, Harry sat down and leaned against the wall. A million thoughts rushed through his head, all his other senses shutting down. He thought about him and Ginny; how they had never really kissed, and why she was mad at him. He thought about Wormtail being captured, and the happiness he felt about it. And he thought about Professor Murphy, and the connection that she might have to his parents. He glanced at his watch, and immediatly jumped up, realising that he might be late for Potions. Harry reached the dungeon door panting profusely, and using his last bit of strength, opened the heavy door as quietly as possible, and slipped into a seat inbetween Hermione and Ron in the back. "Where were you?" Hermione asked him out of the corner of her mouth as Snape walked into the room. "Thinking." He answered as Snape began his usual morning torture. If Potions class had ever been bad before, this time it was terrible. This class had to have set a record for most points Gryffindor had ever lost in one class: 100. Cat had made him loose 50 by first spilling his potion, then making a drawing of Snape and handing it into him, saying that Harry made it. Ron lost 40 points by putting three wrong ingredients into his potion, causing it to melt his caulderon into a liquid metal. Hermione, surprisingly, lost 10 points for trying to help Ron get his caulderon back together, after Snape had told her twice not to. The sixth year Gryffindors felt beaten and angry as they trudged up the stairs to get to their Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Ron slammed his books on his desk when they entered the room, causing Professor Murphy to jump slightly in her seat. Harry slumped down in the desk next to Ron's, muttering curses about Snape under his breath. "Well, I can see that you just had Potions class." Professor Murphy stood up from behind her desk and walked to the front of the class. She surveyed the students carefully. The most of the Gryffindors, Ravenclaws,and Hufflepuffs had their face of anger plastered on, but the Slytherins had a look of upmost happiness. "What did old Snivellus do to you?" Harry, Ron, and Hermione's heads shot up at the sound of the Marauder's nickname for Snape. Ron and Hermione looked at Harry, their faces both saying the same thing: "Talk with her." Defense Against the Dark Arts usually went quickly for Harry, as favorite classes usually do, but today, it went slower than he could have ever imagined. He kept glancing at his watch inpatiently, waiting for class to be over so he could talk with the Professor. By the time that class had ended, Harry was at his wits end, trying to wait for the time when he could speak with her. He jumped out of his seat as soon as she dismissed the class, and walked nervously up to her desk. "What is it Harry?" She asked him, not looking up from a paper she was grading as he opened his mouth to speak. "I was wondering, if you knew my parents." He asked uncertinly. Professor Murphy's eagle feather quill stopped in mid correction, she sighed as she placed it flat on the desk and looked up at Harry. A small smile came onto her face. "I was wondering how long it would take you to ask me that. Would, you like me to tell you a story?" Harry nodded his head as fast as it would go, eager to learn about his father and mother. He sat down immediately in the chair in front of her desk. She let out a small smile at his eagerness. "Alright. Now, where do I begin? Alright, here it goes. I met Lily on our first train ride to Hogwarts. She was sitting in a compartment with another one of my best friends: Brianna Wickham. We also met another girl on the train ride, Rachel Wisteria." Her eyes got an angry look in them as she said Rachel's name. "We met the Marauders on the train, also. Lily hated James from the moment he walked through the compartment door. We all got sorted into Gryffindor, much to all our happiness, of course. Nothing exciting happened to us in any of our years. It was pretty much the same every year, Lily and James' constant fighting was the only highlight. Then, Seventh Year came around. Your Mum and Dad where Head Boy and Girl together; that got Lily pretty mad. Then, on the third day of school, she told me her greatest secret: she really liked James. We told Brianna the next day, but not Rachel. James had asked her out and she said yes, so we didn't really like her. Their relationship only lasted one date, though. We went to Hogsmeade a couple weeks later, and that's when Lily told him." "Told him what?" Harry asked, taking on every word she said like a sponge would take up water. "Told him that she liked him. Your mum got so scared! She would barely talk to anyone for almost a month! Me, Brianna, and the rest of the Quidditch team had to come up with a plan to get them together. We got Lily to come to our practice, and then, we would leave her and James alone. It worked perfectly. They were together before the first star came into the sky. Their relationship only lasted for about a month, though." "Why what happened?" Harry asked alarmed. "Well, let's see. Why did they...? Oh, yes, now I remember. James invited Lily over to his house for Christmas. You probably knew that Sirius ran away from his own family, and he was staying at the Potters, right? Well, Sirius had started to date Rachel, and he made James invite her too. So, it was Christmas morning, and Lily couldn't find James, and Sirius couldn't find Rachel. So she goes looking for them and guess what she finds, your dad and Rachel in bed together. Lily ran out of the room, and when Sirius caught her, she told him everything. The good thing for Lily was that they were going back to Hogwarts in two days. She stayed in her room, and wouldn't come out. James made so many attempts to talk to her, until he finally gave up. Sirius was also heartbroken, he wouldn't talk to James at all. I think the only person that he would talk to was Lily, and she him. When I saw them get on the train, you could tell immediately that something really bad happened. It was like a thick, heavy, black rain cloud had come over the train, and wasn't going to leave. James never even came by the compartment, it was just me, Brianna, Sirius, Remus, and Lily. She and Sirius told us everything that had happened. And from then on, we never said a word to James again; his only friend was Rachel and Peter, when he wasn't in the hospital wing. We graduated, and Sirius and Lily had gotten together right after they came back from Christmas holiday, no one blamed them one bit. I had an apartment with Lily and Brianna, and Remus and Sirius lived together in an apartment down the hall. Ten years after we graduated, Lily ran into James. He had broken up with Rachel six years ago, and was now single. Your mum and Sirius had broken up about a year after we left Hogwarts, both saying that it felt like they were dating their sibling. James kept trying to get together with Lily, she turned him down about 5 times before she said that she would go have lunch with him as a friend. After that, they were back together. Then, it started all over again. Rachel came back, and the same thing happened. Except this time, your mum actually made him think about what he did. I was there when she talked some common sense into him, and when he proposed to her. She said to him that every time they said goodbye, part of her died. And after everything that he did to her, she still loved him. He proposed after she finished. They were married by the end of the year, and well, you know the rest." Professor Murphy let out a shaky breath, trying to hold back tears. "Professor, how did you, what I mean is, how did you become so old-looking?" Harry asked, confused. "Oh, about that. I was in the Order, with your parents and everyone else. We were fighting the death eaters one night, and Bellatrix Lestrange hit me with an aging spell. I became aged 50 more years. I've been like this since I was 28. If I hadn't been hit, I would be about 44, I think. So, now you know." Harry sat in the chair, paralized. His green eyes were vacant, and his face showed no emotion. He couldn't believe he had just learned everything about his parents, their life seemed so dramatic, like those Soap Operas that Aunt Petunia would sometimes watch on weekday afternoons. As he pictured them, one part of their lives didn't fit. "What about Snape?" He asked suddenly. Shocked by another question, she asked, "About who?" "Snape. I know my dad didn't like him." "Oh, Serverus. Well, that's true. He hated, no, loathed your dad and Sirius. In our Seventh Year, James didn't really prank him at all. We kind of missed it, to tell you the truth. Although, James did prank him at the Seventh Year ball. It was pretty funny, even Lily was smiling a little." "Professor, thank you very much. For everything." Harry started to get up, his shoulder collapsing under the weight of his bag. "You alright, Harry?" "Now? I think so."
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