Author's Notes: Okay, here's how it goes. I have gotten a review saying that I was wrong (sarcastic gasp) about the position that James plays on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. In the movie, it does show that James Potter was the Seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. The first book (as I think the viewer indicated) does not actually state which position James played. It just said that he was a great Quidditch player, and thus Harry had it in his blood to be great as well. In an interview (this is important), J. K. Rowling says that James Potter was actually Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Now, until God descends from his throne in the heavens and says unto me, "Thou shalt give James Potter the position of Seeker on the Gryffindor Quidditch team," James Potter will remain, for all of my fanfictions, the Gryffindor Chaser. Merci beaucoup.

Another thing is more about the story (yay). If words are in italics, they are meant to be a flashback. If the words are in 'quotes' such as that word then they are meant to be thoughts.

To Always Remember

Chapter Three – Milk and Cookies

"I'm hungry," whined Remus for the countless time since they had left the common room.

As much as James and Sirius were tempted to hit the poor boy as they crossed the common room, or push him down the steps as they descended the many flights of stairs away from the Gryffindor tower, they couldn't. The full moon was in three days and they were used to their resident werewolf's fierce appetite within that small time period before he transformed.

"I think it's time for a kitchen raid!" said Sirius, his trademark smirk crossing his face. "I can almost hear Remy's stomach from here!" He let out the best imitation of a roar that he could muster.

James laughed and hit the roaring wizard in the back of the head. "Shutup, you git," he said with a laugh. "So, what're you hungry for this time?"

"Cookies. I have the oddest craving for cookies," replied Remus with a smile, running his fingers through his caramel colored hair.

Sirius smiled wickedly at James and said, "Do you remember that time you tried to bake cookies?"

"I thought we said we weren't going to talk about that anymore."

Peter looked at them and frowned, "Talk about what? Was I there for that?"

James shook his head, "No, it was a spur of the moment thing and we didn't get any response from you."

"We were at the happy Potter house for a week and Remus was getting hungry. James's mother suggested that we bake cookies," explained the devilish Sirius Black. He smirked as he looked at James. "Obviously, Jamie did not inherit his mother's baking skills."

"Oh! I remember that now!" exclaimed Remus. "That was the whole golden-brown incident! How do you dress yourself in the morning, James?"

"What do you mean?" asked Prongs with a frown.

"You know, being colorblind and all."

He scoffed in a response and walked ahead of the group, irritated. They knew he wasn't angry, though. James never actually got angry with his friends...well, except for that one incident.

"Can I hear the whole story?" asked Peter, who was getting a little confused.

"It's a long story..." started Remus.

Sirius shook his head, "No it's not. It's actually really short.

"So," he began, "we were all at James's house when Remus started to get really hungry. So, James's mother said that we should bake cookies, because she has a surplus of cookie dough at their house for some odd reason that we have yet to figure out. Anyway, Remus and I stayed upstairs and were playing Wizards' Chess, which I was badly losing at, while James was downstairs baking the cookies. Oh, that reminds me, I demand a rematch, Remus Lupin!"

Remus rolled his eyes, "About halfway through our fourth game, James came upstairs and asked if we knew what golden-brown looked like."

"Why did he want to know what golden-brown looked like?" asked Wormtail, looking at the two storytellers.

"Because you're supposed to bake cookies until their golden-brown," stated James from his spot ahead of the group.

"Yes, and sorry, James, but black does not resemble golden brown in any way possible," taunted Sirius.

"So he burnt the cookies?"

The two laughed, and Sirius smiled wickedly at James. "Burnt? I think disintegrated is more the word you want to use," he teased.

"That is a complete exaggeration. They weren't that badly burnt," said Prongs defensively. "They were edible."

"You know that Remus will eat anything," stated Padfoot.

The werewolf shook his head, "James is just mad because Sirius and I make better cookies than he does."

"Mm, milk and cookies," said Remus with a smile as he sat in his bed, doing his Potions essay.

Peter laughed at him, "Are you still hungry?"

"No, it just got really quiet in the room," replied the werewolf. "I decided to do something that was very not-Moony and say something random."

"That's a step in the right direction," answered Sirius absent-mindedly from the window. His mind was elsewhere as he watched Lily Evans and James Potter walk under the fading sunlight. He smiled softly. "It took you long enough," he muttered, as if speaking to them. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he saw Lily kiss James's cheek.

"What are you staring at?" asked Remus.

"James and Lily," answered Padfoot truthfully.

"Is she hanging him from a tree?" continued the werewolf.

"No, she's holding his hand."

"Is fire raining down from the skies?"

"No, it's actually quite a lovely evening."

Remus laughed and shook his head, "I meant, is the end of the world coming now that James and Lily are actually dating?"

Sirius simply shrugged, "Don't tell me that you were actually surprised. Not after the way he's been going on about her for years now. I was just wondering what took them so long."

Remus simply shrugged and looked back down at his book.

"Maybe it just took her a while to see James the way we see him. She always saw James Potter. She never saw Prongs."

Thus, inspiration came to Sirius. He grabbed his quill and the book he had been writing in. He knew exactly what he was going to write now. It was just like Remus had put it. He was trying to write about James Potter. There was a lot that one could write about James Potter. He was an amazing quidditch player, a great prankster, and a bad cook. Those things didn't quite capture what James was.

So, Sirius Black decided to write about Prongs: the loyal friend and all around good person.

To be continued...

Author's Notes: No, that is not the end! It's not just about Prongs, ya know. Sorry I'm late on answering reviews for chapters one and two. I just wanted to get chapter two out of the way so I could start the first chapter of my other fic. I'm a multi-tasker.

Meghann: No, James and Lily Potter were Head Boy and Girl at the same time. Remus was not Head Boy, but he was made a prefect to keep James and Sirius in line.

Sunnflowers: It was a mistake on my part, because I forgot to make James team captain. J. K. Rowling said in an interview, however, that James Potter was in fact Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. So, for this fic and the rest that I write, he will remain Chaser.

Tracy: Thanks so much!! Glad you like it!

MoNiKa BaTcH: Thanks for reviewing. I'm really glad that you like my writing so much.

Corky: Yes, Remy, I do wish to gloat. HA! I was right! And I haven't read the books in ages. Okay, sorry. I just had to get that off my chest for a while. And what, pray tell, is Sour Apple Pucker?