Harry found himself, once again, alone in Dumbledore’s office, waiting for his return from Hagrid's. His curiosity took over him, as it had done in the past, as he stood up from the seat which faced Dumbledore’s and took a few steps towards, what he now knew to be, the Pensieve. He took out his wand and swirled it’s silvery contents, this time, unknowingly finding an aged memory of his headmaster’s. As Harry prodded the substances, he saw a very familiar place: the Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch. He leaned forward until his face was merely an inch from the glassy surface, then, he plunged his whole head in and felt the familiar sensation that he was falling…
He was now sitting next to a slightly younger Dumbledore, who was waiting for the match to start. Harry glanced around at the people seated in the stands and almost immediately spotted three familiar faces. There, opposite Harry, sat Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. He wondered for a moment where his father was, but then remembered James was on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. At that moment, all noise from the audience evaporated, as both the Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch teams made their way onto the pitch. Harry recognized both captains to be James Potter and Lucius Malfoy. They shook hands once on the pitch, with looks of loathing on their faces, and then mounted their brooms. The whistle sounded and they were off! It appeared that Malfoy was a seeker also because he flew around the pitch before coming to a halt above the game, as James did. They were both searching frantically, for a sight of the Golden Snitch, with their eyes. It wasn’t long until Gryffindor scored and so, led the game. Harry, once again, looked over to where his young godfather and two best friends sat. He had been watching them, just watching them talk, when he noticed a very pretty green-eyed girl sitting with a very greasy-haired boy a few rows below Sirius. He was just considering going and sitting beside her, when a sudden ring of cheers echoed around the stadium. Harry tore his eyes away from Lily’s and turned, just in time, to see his father and Lucius diving towards the ground, at an equally incredible speed. Harry thought James would catch the Snitch easy, until, all of a sudden Malfoys broom accelerated towards the tiny golden speck, so fast he was only a blur of green. His hand was only inches from the Golden Snitch, when his broom flew, at the same amazing speed, away from the speck that would win Slytherin the match. This was James’s chance. He pulled himself in closer to his broom, hand outstretched and snatched the Golden Snitch from the air…
The scene changed. Harry was now walking beside Dumbledore back towards the castle. He caught sight of James, Sirius, Remus and Peter and without hesitation, sped over to walk alongside them and listen to what they were saying.
“So, you liked my magic huh, James?” Said Sirius, with that all familiar bark of laughter.
“What spell did you use?” James asked, seriously.
“Oh, just a little creation of mine,’ Sirius replied, proudly, ‘Volo.”
“What?” Asked Remus, tearing his eyes away from the book he was reading to join the conversation.
“Volo,’ Sirius repeated, ‘I made it a few weeks back when I heard it was gunna be Lions versus Snakes. Gives you the power to make any object fly at a high speed in any direction you want! Pity it doesn’t work on people, I could’ve had old Lucy off his broom!”
He gave a sarcastic sigh, then let out, yet another, bark of laughter.
“So, you had no faith in me getting the Snitch first, ay Padfoot?” James said with a grin.
At that moment, a voice from behind the group and Harry, said, “You know, Sirius, making up your own spells and using them for no-good isn’t how you make friends!”
The greasy-haired boy, who Harry now recognized to be Snape, went slightly paler at Lily’s words. The pair of them hurried past the group as James and Sirius burst out into laughter, Remus trying very hard not to do the same and Peter staring at the three of them in complete envy. The Marauders evaporated and in a matter of seconds, Harry felt his feet hit the hard stone floor of Albus Dumbledore’s office.
So, it turns out Lily didn’t know about her best friend’s Potion Book, Harry thought to himself. Snape had at least one thing in common with Padfoot, the Marauder – they both had created spells designed for no-good. With a slight chuckle to himself, Harry decided he had had enough excitement for one day. He seated himself once more in the chair which faced Dumbledore’s, but this time, with a very comforting memory in his head.
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