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On the day of the Quidditch match Hermione found Jacy and Harry in the Common Room not after seven in the morning. Jacy was showing him more things that were useful to distract the opponents. Hermione had to smile. It seemed that Oliver Wood, the Quidditch captain of the Gryffindor team, had taught Harry most of the tricks that were used on a Quidditch field but in fact it had been Jacy. It turned out Jacy's great-aunt had been Chaser in a famous Quidditch team Hermione didn't know the name of.

When she cleared her throat they looked up and Jacy gave her a thumbs-up. Hermione smiled warmly and, knowing that she didn't know anything about Quidditch and would only be in the way, went down to get breakfast. When she entered the Common Room again almost an hour later the two of them were still sitting there, arguing.

"No, you have to more like swallow it with your hand, not just try to catch it." "How's that supposed to work? My hand can't swallow anything!" "I know, more unliterally." "Alright, but I knew that I had to catch it. My problem's that the Slytherins' Seeker is twice my height." "Well, you just have to try." "You just said I shouldn't try but just do it." "You know what? Let's get some breakfast." Jacy stood up.

Harry moaned. "I'm not hungry."

"You have to eat something or you'll lose. You need the strength."

"Oh, alright, fine."

They left the room just as Ron came stumbling down the stairs. When he saw the Common Room deserted his eyes widened and he yelled: "Is the game on already?"

"Calm down, Ron", Hermione sighed, rolling her eyes. "No, it's not. Still, you should hurry. You've got fifteen minutes left."

Ron rushed out of the room to get to the game in time and Hermione followed, more slowly but as excited as he was.

They met at the Quidditch field ten minutes later. The teams had entered the dressing rooms and the Houses were cheering and shouting from their seats. Ron sat down next to her and a moment later Jacy followed. "I think he will do OK", she said on their questioning looks. "He's a little nervous but he'll be fine when he's in the air. We practiced yesterday afternoon and he was really good."

Hermione bit her lips. "Jacy, why didn't you get into the Quidditch team? You're great at flying."

Jacy smiled and shook her head. "But I'm certainly not as good as the others. I'll wait a year or two and try again then."

Ron nodded beaming. "I will, too. I asked Fred and George and they promised to help me practicing in the summer holidays."

"Look, they're entering the field", Hermione shrieked.

Between all the other older pupils Harry looked small and skinny. Hermione bit her lips as the players pushed off the ground and flew off in different directions.

The first half of the game made the Gryffindors both cheer and groan since the Chasers of both Houses scored. Jacy kept her eyes locked on Harry who seemed a little helpless at first but now began to look for the Snitch. He flew from one end of the field to the other and distracted some of the Slytherin players who looked annoyed but had to watch out for the other Gryffindors.

Then suddenly Harry's broom started shaking. Harry yelled out and suddenly all eyes were on him as he was trying to calm his broom.

Hermione looked around, horrified, and her eyes landed on Severus Snape. His dark eyes were locked on Harry and didn't seem to blink once.

He's bewitching the broom, she thought and stood up as soon as possible since Hagrid was sitting behind them and was waving with his arms at Harry and Hermione had to take care that he didn't hit her.

"Hermione, where are you going?" Jacy shouted. Hermione pointed at Snape.

"Snape's hexing Harry's broom. I have to stop him."

Jacy followed her look and saw Snape staring at Harry, frozen.

"He isn't the one doing this", she said slowly. Her eyes moved some inch and stopped. "But I know who is."

Faster than Hermione had thought was possible Jacy was stumbling through the crowd and was reaching the teacher's seats.

And suddenly Harry's screams stopped. Hermione stared up at him while he pulled his broom out of his nose-dive and took something out of his mouth.

It was the Golden Snitch. The Gryffindors started cheering so loud Hermione couldn't understand what Jacy, returning from the teachers, was saying.

It was an hour later when they were sitting in the Common Room, beaming happily and watching the other Gryffindors slapping Harry on the back while he was sitting at the fireplace with Ron playing Chess that Hermione asked Jacy: "So what did you do?"

Jacy looked up from the book she was reading. "Hm?"

"You went over to the teachers and suddenly Harry's broom went back to normal. You said it hadn't been Snape. So who was it?"

Jacy looked uncomfortable. "I- I don't know. I just thought it came from someone near Snape so I set a small fire and-"

"You're lying." Hermione's voice was calm and quiet. "And this is not the first time. You know who tried to hex Harry. And I won't force you to tell me but you should go to Dumbledore. This is not a game, Jacy. This is about our friend and if you know something about whoever it is that wants to hurt him than please don't let them succeed."

Jacy was pale when Hermione looked at her. Jacy avoided her look. "You're right. If I find out who it was I will go to Dumbledore, alright?" She said it lightly and with a smile.

Hermione sighed quietly. "Alright."

They didn't talk about that conversation again that day but Hermione knew that Jacy was hiding something. And although it seemed like Jacy was trying to help Hermione couldn't keep from thinking that it would be better if a teacher knew about it.

It was Christmas Day. Hermione sat up and looked around. Everything was quiet. The sun was rising and when she looked out she saw that the grounds were white. Snow was everywhere. It looked beautiful. Smiling, she dressed and went into the Common Room.

Only to find it deserted. It was half past eight and most of the Gryffindor students would go home, her included. She was looking forward to come home and tell her parents everything but with a pang she realized she wouldn't see Ron, Harry and Jacy for two weeks.

She sat down near the fireplace and leaned back but jumped when a voice said: "Merry Christmas."

Hermione looked up and smiled when she saw Jacy coming down the stairs, rubbing her eyes. "Merry Christmas", Hermione replied. "What are you doing here so early?"

Jacy sat down next to her. "Could ask the same question, couldn't I? So are you looking forward to going home?"

Hermione bit her lips. "I am. It's just- I will miss you so much."

Jacy smiled at her. "Oh, I'll miss you too." They hugged for a moment until Jacy said: "Oh right. Your present."

She pulled something out her pocket. It was a little box, wrapped in Christmas paper. Hermione took it and said: "What is it?" Jacy laughed. "Open it and you will see."

Hermione carefully unwrapped the present and opened the box.

It was a bracelet. Hermione took it out of the box and looked at it. It was silver and had a small heart dangling from the middle. Hermione tried to open it but it didn't work. "Is it supposed to open?" Hermione asked. Jacy shook her head. "It has a spell on it. It only opens when you really need help and it will show you who you need. I have another two of them. I'll give those to Harry and Ron. And see", she lifted her arm and showed another bracelet dangling from her wrist, "I've got one too."

Hermione stared at her. "You did the spell by yourself? That's great magic. I've heard about it but it isn't taught until sixth grade. How did you do it?"

Jacy blushed slightly. "Actually, I didn't really do it. I had help."

"Who-", Hermione began but was interrupted when Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas stepped down the stairs. They waved at them and left the Common Room to get breakfast. Shortly after that familiar voices grew loud and Harry and Ron came into view, grinning broadly.

"Merry Christmas", they said and came to sit next to them. Ron eyed the bracelet. "What did you get her, Jace?"

"Here", Jacy answered and held out another box to each of them. "Find out by yourself."

Hermione giggled as they watched the boys unpacking their present and raising their eyebrows in surprise.

"I think you've got something wrong here", Ron said slowly. "I'm a guy."

"So what?" Jacy said, grinning. "Boys can wear bracelets. C'mon now, put them on." She explained why they couldn't open the heart and they stared at her in awe. "How did you do this?" Ron asked with widened eyes.

Jacy shook her head. "I told Hermione, I'm not going to tell you. Just- just promise me you won't ever take them off."

"I will have to go shower sometime", Harry interjected. Ron and Hermione laughed but Jacy just shook her head. "It can withstand water. Just leave it on, alright? Oh, we've got to hurry", she said, suddenly busy. "I have to catch the train and-" "Wait", Ron said. "I thought you were staying here."

Jacy shook her head. "No, I… I changed my mind. I wrote my parents, they know I'm coming."

Hermione beamed at her. "Then we can catch the train together."

Jacy seemed to hesitate but nodded. "Yeah, sure. Let's just hurry, alright?"

An hour later Hermione and Jacy waved the boys goodbye and climbed into a carriage. They sat in silence for a while until Hermione said: "Why can't we take the bracelets off?" She wanted to say it easily but she couldn't keep the suspicion out of her voice.

Jacy didn't look into her eyes as she said: "Well, what if you need one of us and you can't reach them because you're in the shower and you took your bracelet off?"

Hermione giggled. "You mean when my shampoo's empty?"

They started laughing and Hermione was glad that the tension was gone. They arrived at the station and got out of the carriage. They soon found a free compartment and sat down with a sigh of relief.

"So", Jacy said when the train started to move, "do you think the guys will find something out about this Nicholas Flamel guy Hagrid was talking about?"

Hermione shrugged. "I don't know. Probably not. The only book they've ever opened voluntary is Quidditch Through The Years so I don't think they'll visit the library."

Jacy grinned. "True. Well, I could ask my parents about him. They should have an idea who he is."

Hermione hesitated. "What exactly do your parents do?"

Before Jacy could even open her mouth to answer someone knocked at the door. It was Lavender Brown, wanting to know something about if it was true that Oliver Wood the Quidditch Captain had gotten an offer from Puddlemere United although he was only sixteen.

Hermione rolled her eyes when Jacy started chatting with Lavender about – what else? – Quidditch and Quidditch players. It was only when they arrived at King's Cross that Lavender – and the other friends that had entered the compartment after seeing that they were talking about Quidditch – left them alone. Jacy slipped into her coat and Hermione put on a funny pink but warm hat and the train stopped. Hermione left the train and went over to the barrier that you had to go through to get to the normal King's Cross Station.

When she turned around she saw that Jacy was still standing in the middle of the platform, surrounded by other pupils and adults. "Aren't you coming?" Hermione asked.

Jacy shook her head. "I'm going to wait here. Alright, see you in two weeks."

They hugged and started laughing as suddenly there was snow falling down on their heads. Hermione went over to the barrier and looked back at her friend. Jacy was still standing there, with her pale skin and blonde hair and her white coat, and when Hermione waved one more time she didn't wave back.

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