Days of the Future Past: We were never gone; The Marauders

Quidditch

Sirius Black POV

October is here and the first month and a half at Hogwarts is gone. So is dry weather. I literally went outside today and it was drenching wet.

"Why are we out here at this time and in this weather again, James?" I ask him. He laughs and draws his cloak tighter.

After a particularly large clap of thunder, he speaks. "Shacklebolt wants to talk to me," he shrugs and hurries over. "He said to meet him at the Quidditch pitch." James stroked his chin.

"And why do I have to be here?" James laughs again and paces.

"Definitely not for a morale booster." Said James. "He wanted to see you as well." I wonder why Shacklebolt wants us here. We're just scrawny, but brilliant first years compared to a fifteen year old like him.

Lupin is still reading inside. Pringle, the caretaker was annoying us inside. He was starting to rant about how he was going to retire within three years. Like I cared.

Anyway, last week he caught two kids on the loose. Molly and Arthur, our Gryffindor prefects.

"Remember last week, when Arthur got whipped for getting caught out at night?" James says darkly. "Pringle is an idiot. He should stick to staying at home except for the occasional power walk he needs." I laugh.

Just then, Malfoy walks up. "I'm going to have to report that Potter. Five points from Gryffindor for laughing, Black. I just came 'round to tell you that your detentions are later this day, at eight o'clock sharp. Understood?" Malfoy recites lazily.

I groan and moan. Malfoy looks victorious. "I will make your life miserable." I say. He snorts and leaves. "How many points have we lost from Gryffindor?" I ask James. He shrugs.

"Somewhere between thirty and forty. But don't worry. Lupin has earned thirty himself, Lily won twenty two herself and Kingsley won twelve. Plus, we beat Slytherin by one hundred eighty. That's a two hundred forty four difference compared to forty. We are two hundred up. Don't forget we each have earned ten points," James concluded finally.

"But, Molly and Arthur lost twenty points a piece, which is back to one hundred eighty." I point out. James waves a hand dismissively.

"We're in the lead for the cup. That's what matters. " James leans back until we see Kingsley. He nods and rubs his hands together.

"Listen, you both are the most capable first years I have ever seen. I'm going to need four new players next year. Two chasers, a seeker and a beater. I want new and young blood." He explains.

"The rules of Quidditch," he goes on. "Is that there is a ball called a Quaffle. The three chasers pass the ball around, like that muggle sport basketball, and try to score on the keeper. I decided to let Weasley be a Chaser again because he had improved at training sessions. Next balls are the Bludgers. They try to unseat as many players as possible. The two beaters have bats and try to knock the Bludgers around at the other team."

"I'm keeper for Gryffindor and I have to defend the three hoops. Last is the seeker. He has to catch this golden, walnut sized ball called the snitch. Once one of the seekers catches it in the match, the game ends. He wins his team an extra 150 points and that's why his team usually wins. Got it?" Kingsley pants.

We both nod. James speaks first. "I would like to try for seeker." I clap loudly for him. Kingsley glares.

"And you, Black?" I shrug. I think about what I would like most.

"I think I'll try for chaser." Kingsley nods and hands us brooms. I quiver at the sight of one.

"Mount them and we'll see what you guys are made of."