The Hidden Marauder

Chapter 4: Just Another Day

A/N: Ok so I haven't updated cause I honestly have no idea what I'm doing... let's just get to the story.

I only own Elizabeth Potter and her story line. The rest of the ideas in this book belong to She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named (aka J.K. Rowling)
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It's been a while since the year had started, I haven't had a chance to see Harry yet. Severus told me that he was just like his father it to be honest, I'd like it if he was like James. Contrary to Severus's beliefs, James was a good brother to me and a good husband to Lily.

I'm getting off track aren't I? Alright so I was walking the halls with Aurora when I saw Professor McGonagall and Harry walking down the halls. He looked terrified and guilty while McGonagall didn't show any expression.

"I'll catch up with you later Aurora," I told my friend, "I kinda want to check this out."

"Be careful." She gave me a knowing look, "Just because you don't go to school here anymore doesn't mean you can't get into trouble like everyone else."

"Yeah, yeah whatever." I winked at her. "See you later." We parted ways as I saw Oliver Wood head out of his lesson to meet with Harry and McGonagall. Oliver is the captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team. I helped him catch up with his studies a couple times when he was too busy practicing for an upcoming game.

I followed the trio into a classroom where Peeves was writing rude words on the board. "Out Peeves!" McGonagall barked.

"Yeah Peeves! This is a private conversation between the four of us." So my plan to surprise Minnie and Harry went well, seeing as they jumped at my words. "But I'm allowed to stay. Right Minnie?" I shot her an innocent look.

"I'm not going to be able to get you to leave so you may stay," she noted. "But you Peeves must go now. Out!" Peeves threw the chalk into a bin and he swooped out cursing. Minnie slammed the door behind him and turned to face the two boys, me standing on the side watching.

"Oh I should introduce myself." I turned to Harry, "Hello, my name is Professor Evans." I smiled at him.

"Oh hello. My name's Harry. Harry Potter, Professor." In another reality he would've been calling me Auntie, No! Brain stop that now!

"Oliver," I nodded at the boy, "keeping up with your studies I hope?"

"Yes I have, but quidditch it more important then that." He commented.

"Well I would argue—"

"—enough!" Minnie interrupted me, "Your introductions are taking to long. Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood — I've found you a Seeker."

Wait what.

"Are you serious Professor?" Oliver asked excitedly.

"Absolutely," said Professor McGonagall crisply. "The boy's a natural. I've never seen anything like it. Was that your first time on a broomstick, Potter?" Of course he's a natural. He's James's son, why wouldn't he be great at quidditch.

Harry nodded silently, he clearly had no idea what was happening. I wonder if he even knew what quidditch was. Well, he did grow up in a muggle family. And Harry didn't seem to be the studious type.

"He caught that thing in his hand after a fifty foot dive," Professor McGonagall told us. "Didn't even scratch himself. Charlie Weasley couldn't have done it."

"Now that's impressive," I gave Harry a reassuring smile. "Ever seen a game of Quidditch, Potter? Oliver's the captain of the Gryffindor team."

"He's just the build for a seeker, too," Oliver began to examine Harry. "Light — speedy — we'll have to get him a decent broom, Professor — a Nimbus Two Thousand or a Cleansweep Seven, I'd say."