A/n-Hello, everyone. I came up with the idea for this story about a month ago and it has taken a very long time to get the beginning I wanted. I have already written one HP fic, but it turned out to be a complete flop, so I am not continuing that story. This one has a much more intruiging plot line, however, so I know it will be much better. But I want to know what you think. Please read and review.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter Universe, that belongs to J.K Rowling, warner brothers, and various publishers. The only things I may own are some characters you don't recognize and the plotline. Please don't sue me.

Chapter One

Midnight Snack

Harry slowly made his way back to Gryffindor Tower, his body sore but his spirits flying high. This year, they would definitely be able to win the Quidditch Cup. They had the perfect team, the perfect moves, and the best team spirit since Harry's third year with Wood. Not to mention, Harry was back on the team as seeker and captain. Quidditch was just the thing to take his mind off of everything else in his life, including Voldemort.

A small grin on his face, for the first time in days, Harry stepped through the portrait hole, the last of the team to arrive. Ron, who was keeper again this year, was already snoring. Hermione was sitting next to him on the couch, a large and ancient looking book in her arms. Ron let out a disgruntled snore and his head flopped onto Hermione's shoulder. Harry chuckled softly as Hermione gave the still sleeping Ron a disgruntled look, as he had not even taken a shower and his person was still caked with mud.

Suddenly, there was a loud grumble in Harry's stomach. He briefly remember not have dinner because he had ran Quidditch practice straight through it. Suddenly, Ginny came walking down the staircase to the girl's dorms, her wet hair in a simple braid down her back.

"Harry, do you want to sneak down to the kitchens and get a snack with me?" Ginny asked. "Some crazy captain of ours forgot about dinner," Ginny added, grinning teasingly at Harry. Harry grinned at Gin.

"Yeah, let me just grab the cloak and the Marauder's Map," he replied, dashing upstairs. He returned a moment later, each in his hands. Hermione waved at them as the two crawled out of the portrait hole. Harry draped the invisibility cloak over himself and Ginny, his hand brushing her arm and sending a shiver up his spine.

Harry knew that Ginny didn't like him anymore, so he had been extremely surprised when he discovered that he had feelings for her. But, he was hoping that Quidditch would bring them even closer, though he knew that her O.W.Ls would be quite distracting. He would just have to-

"Harry! Look!" Ginny whispered, pointing down the corridor. Filch and Mrs. Norris were walking slowly towards them at the other end. Harry could just barely hear Filch's voice as he cooed to Mrs. Norris.

Harry grabbed Ginny's arm and pulled her towards a closet. He had never seen it before, but he was sure there were always things at Hogwarts that hadn't been seen before. He hoped Filch wouldn't notice a door opening and shutting on it's own. Harry reached for the doorknob just as Filch looked away. He and Ginny tumbled inside and Harry quickly pulled the door shut.

"Harry, I've been through this corridor plenty of times, and I have never seen this closet," Ginny whispered, her voice shaking slightly. Harry pulled the cloak off of them and looked her in the eye.

"Well, this is Hogwarts, Gin," he said, trying to make her feel better. A moment later, Filch's footsteps sounded right by the closet door and faded into the distance. Ginny grabbed Harry's arm as he stood up.

"Why don't we just go back to the Common Room?" Ginny asked, wrinkling her nose. "I don't want to get a detention just for a midnight snack."

"I guess you're right," Harry nodded in agreement. "Just promise me we wont miss breakfast?"

"Come on," Ginny said, rolling her eyes. She threw the cloak back on them and within minutes they were back at the portrait hole. The Fat Lady was snoozing, her snore penetrating the silence.

"Hey, wake up!" Harry said, pulled the cloak off of them yet again. With a grunt, the Fat Lady sat up, patting her hair. She eyed them with a look that was a mix between disapproval and fondness.

"Password?" she asked.

"Bertie Bott's," Ginny replied, ready for the portrait hole to swing open. The Fat Lady frowned.

"Lily Evans, I would think that you at least would remember the password!"

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