Snuffles |S.B|

prologue

February 2nd 1997
Hogwarts,
Trophies cabinet

From the cabinet where old trophies were kept, grunts and complaints could be heard for at least an hour now.
Harry and his dorm mates were serving detention for turning some slytherin's hair pink and had been complaining all evening that they weren't guilty.

However Minerva had found it hard to believe since she had found pink hair dye in their dorm and the invisibility cloak Harry had inherited from his father was 'magicly' stolen from her office that night. After enduring his father she knew the antics the potter bloodline were up to.

So now they were on their knees scrubbing some old trophies of the chess club in the late 1900's or the duelling club from when dumbledore was in school, god knows when that was.

Harry just got to a trophy from the gobstones club in 1864 when one of his dorm mates, Dean, called him over

Ron and him were cleaning the old quidditch trophies across the room.
'Hey Harry, isn't this your dad?!?' Dean asked him once he was standing next to him.

Dean showed him and old photo graph.
In the photo he could see his dad and uncle Sirius standing next to eachother both with equaly bright smiles.
In between the two boys was standing, a girl.

She was a few inches shorter than the other boys and was wearing a chaser jumper in vivid red, which he recognized to be one for the gryfindor team.
On the Jumper was a quaffel with the text in shiny gold print 'chaser'.
It matched his dad's exactly.

She was holding a cup which he recognized to be the quidditch cup.
She was smiling from ear to ear, her brown hair blown out of her face by what he guesses was the wind and her dark-ish brown eyes shining with victory

As the picture moved she hugged both his dad and uncle and the other team members.
Underneath was written
'Team of 1976 after winning'

'Yea, i think so.' Harry answered.
He wondered who that woman was.

But no time was left top wonder as Mcgonnagal walked in and put the boys back to work.

As the detention ended and Mcgonnagal said they could return to their dorm he started behind and said for his dorm mates to go on without him and that he would catch up later.

'Hey Minnie' he asked the older woman who was about to leave.
She turned around and said questioning
'Yes, Harry?'

'So, Dean was scrubbing some of the old quidditch trophies and stumbled across an old photo graph of my dad and uncle sirius.'

'Yes dear' Mcgonnagal said becoming impatient.

'And i saw this girl...' Harry said,
'She was hugging them and i wondered who she was'

'Show me the picture please' Mcgonnagal requested, suddenly interested in what the boy had found.

Harry went over to the box and took it out, handing it to the professor.

Mcgonnagal looked at the picture.
She would recognize this one out of a thousand, better even, a million.

'Well, Harry dear, this is....' she started

Harry would never know what she was about to say because at that moment his younger sisters by two years, Jane and Iris, came storming in to the room entirely out of breath from running.

'Minnie, Ava set her towel on fire with a spell!' Jane yelled at the professor.
'We need you in the dorms!' Iris added.

'Now!' the two twins yelled still slightly mortified at what their roommate had done.

'I'll be right there girls.' Mcgonnagal said, acting as call as possible whilst running after the two twins who had already dissapeared to the gryfindor girls dorm to help Ava not set anything else on fire.

With that Harry was left alone in the old dusty room with himself and an old faded moving photo of his dad, uncle and the mystery girl.

Harry, left confused at who she was started to wonder of into the castle, desperatly searching for something to take his mind of these thoughts.

It was then that he stumbled across a room filled with the most extrordinary things he had ever seen.
He saw bookshelves filled with novels, dressers with beatiful clothing and the most peculiar variety of stuff the boy had even dreamed to witness.

But most importantly he saw a wall filled with pictures, some moving, some still.
He must have sensed it was something important because he started to inspect all of them.

He saw people laughing over a bonfire, couples dancing in a balkroom and overall happy memories captured in these photograps.

The boy continued looking at them untill he reached an apart section of the wall.
It was bordered by flowers, which he later realized they were lilies.

In the center of the bordered section of the wall he saw something that caught his eye.
He saw a familiar picture he somehow recognized.

He stepped forward trying to see what was in the picture untill he noticed something or someone familiar.

There he saw his dad with his mum and all his uncles and aunts smiling, their arms thrown across each others shoulders.

He had seen this photograph before, he now realized that it was one hanging up in his parents 's bedroom.
What he had never seemed to notice before was the two rather unfamiliar people standing in the frame.

At first he noticed the boy.
He had short, dirty blonde hair and blue-ish eyes, it was hard to see.
His arms were carelessly slung around his uncle Remus's and his aunt Alice's shoulders.
He was the shortest boy in the picture, almost the same heights as Alice.

The second he noticed the other unfamiliar person in the photograph he took a double look.
Was this the same girl from before?
The girl that was on his fathers team that now had her arms around his mum and uncle Sirius's shoulder, smile beaming from ear to ear.

Who was this woman, did she know his dad and mum but first and foremost, why didn't he know her?

He knew all his parent's friends from back in the day or so he had thought at least.

He looked at all the other photographs on the wall. Most of them showed his parents and their friends. The mystery woman was in almost all of them.

In pictures with his mum and her friends, with his dad and uncles, one with a big black dog on her lap, one where she was soaked from head to toe looking slightly murderous next to the black lake. His guess was that she'd been pushed in. There were dozens of pictures with her on it, all dating back to 1971 and the years after.

At that Point he was awoken from his thoughts when he heard someone call for his, he recognized the voice as Ron's, his best friend's.

'Hey Harry, are you here?!?' he called.

'coming' Harry simply called back, leaving the issue for now.

But that night all he could think about was the mystery woman.
He dreamed of her, he saw her smiling at him reaching with her hand and saying-

At that moment he was woken up by the alarm clock going off...