Chapter Two Toil and Trouble and More Quidditch

A/N hello dear readers. How are you? Wie Gest? G'day mate? Type the first one into translator and find it in your own language. Here is the next chapter, which you likely haven't been all that excited about. Disclaimer below:

I don't own Harry Potter. Anything you recognise, such as many of the names, conversations and ideas, are not owned by myself or any of my friends or family. The name Jess belongs to Jessica Lewis, a close friend of Mine. That's right, I own her. The nickname Wendy-Bird is from Peter Pan, as is the lost boys. The lost girl face is something I do often. It is mine. Beta'd by Izzy Morriesey, My lover. (still spelt wrong?)

On Halloween Jess heard from Fred, who heard it from Brian, who heard it from his little brother in first year, who heard it from Neville, who heard it from Pavriti that Hermione was in the girls' bathrooms crying. She walked quickly down the hallways and into the bathrooms.

"Love?" She called out quietly, trying the figure out which cubical the young girl was in.

"Goway." Hermione's words slurred together from crying and were muffled, but it was enough for Jess to pin point where the girl was. She opened the door and leant on the cubical walls.

"What 'append?" Jess asked. While Hermione explained what had happened, Professor Quarrel had run into the Great Hall and alerted everyone to the small troll problem.

When Jess had calmed Hermione down they quietly exited the cubical. The small girl wiped her eyes while Jess looked up in fright.

"'Mione? Hun." Her voice shook.

"Yeah?"

"RUN!" Troll took its club and swung it at the cubical Jess and Hermione had run back into. Jess forced Hermione to the ground and took the club in the stomach. Flung across the room, she hit the far wall and the world went black.

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As Jess woke up she found several teachers around her, her head killing her and a lot of pain in her stomach. She felt dizzy and confused and Quirrel turban smelt disgusting. Jess looked to the unconscious troll and then up to Snape, who was one of the only teachers standing.

"It's my fault Professor McGonagall." Hermione was saying. Jess looked at her with disbelief. What is she doing!

"Miss Granger?" McGonagall's crisp Scottish accent was heavy with disbelief and anger.

"I went looking for the troll I've read about them and I thought I could handle it. But I was wrong. Jess saw me sneaking away and ran after me. When the troll attacked us, she pushed me out of the way so I wasn't hurt." There were several gasps here and even Snape looked surprised. Quirrel looked uncomfortable, and Jess felt McGonagall's hand tighten around her's. "If she hadn't done that, and if Harry and Ron hadn't come and found me... I'd probably be dead." McGonagall took a deep breath and Jess shifted so she was sitting up.

"Be that as it may, it was an extremely foolish thing to do. I would have expected more rational behaviour on your part and am very disappointed in you Miss. Granger. Five points will be taken from Gryffindor for your serious lack of judgement. As for you two gentlemen, I just hope you realize how fortunate you are. Not many first year students could take on a fully grown mountain troll and live to tell the tale. Five points... will be awarded... to each of you, for sheer, Dumb, luck. And finally for you Miss Darling, 20 points will be awarded for your heroics." Make up for the points I've lost so far with pranks this year? "I only wish that they had not been necessary."

"P...Perhaps you o...ought to go. It m...might wake up." Quirrel stammered. Several teachers nodded and McGonagall helped Jess stand.

"I'll escort Miss Darling to Misters Weasley, before they cause someone serious damage, being separated so long. They can take her to Sick Wing." She grinned, imagining the Twins causing serious harm because of being separated from her for too long. She still didn't quite know what happened with the troll, but over the years she had learnt just to go with it

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"Scared, Harry?" Jess stood behind Harry with her hand on his shoulder. She felt protective about this kid as if he was one of the Weasley's.

"A little." Bullshit, "a little", you're shaking boy.

"It's alright." Wood interrupted, trying to give the boy some comfort." Just don't ask about his first game. "I felt the same way before my first game."

"What happened?" uh oh.

"I.. uh...I don't really remember..." properly the truth, that. "Took a Bludger to the head two minutes in. Woke in the hospital a week later."

"It'll be ok." She gave his shoulder another squeeze before the gate opened and they gripped their brooms. With a kick they took off into the sky soaring around the field. She flew with the other Chaser, Angelina, and did a few tricks just to keep the damn Slytherins on their toes. Glaring at flint, she ignored his gesture of dragging his fist across his throat.

"Hello!" Lees voice came over the speakers and Jess knew they had about a minute till they began. A glance to harry showed he was enjoying the view and she clapped her hand to get his attention. "Welcome to Hogwart's first Quidditch game of the season! Today's game: Slytherin vs. Gryffindor! The players take their positions as Madam Hooch steps onto the field to begin the game!" they all looked down to the older witch in referee robes.

"Now, I want a nice clean game... from all of you." She realised the balls and both teams became of full alert.

"The Bludgers are up. Followed by the Golden Snitch. Remember the Snitch is worth 150 points. The Seeker who catches the Snitch ends the game. The Quaffle is released and the game begins!" The first few minutes the game was hard to keep track of. They flew, they swerved, Jess kicked flint in the leg. She intercepted the Quaffle from the Slytherins and passed it to Angelina. "Angelina Johnson scores! Ten points for Gryffindor!" They flew to each other and high fived.

"Well done!" Jess turned and saw Hagrid clapping. A quick grin and she passed the Quaffle to Angelina, who missed it.

"Slytherin takes the Quaffle. Bletchley passes to Captain Marcus Flint." FUCK. Flying up above Flint, she swung upside down on her broom and stole the ball from him. Swinging upright she raced back over to the hoops and threw it in. "Another ten points to Gryffindor!"

"Give me that! Take that side!" Jess heard Flint, but couldn't see him, the spell on her eyes fading. She couldn't see past her finger tips. She fell to people on either side of her, trapping her and all of a sudden there was a stand and she was being pushed into it. Down on the ground she swore before getting back on her broom, and taking Oliver's position as Keeper, as he was now unconscious in the sand. She could hear shouting and pulled out her wand from her robes to recast the spell on her eyes. Jess looked around and saw Harry doing what appeared to be the funky chicken. He was hanging by one hand when he managed to climb back onto his broom. And then they were back in the game. Jess blocked a few times until Harry was speeding toward the ground when the crowd saw him clap his hand to his mouth as though he was about to be sick - he hit the field on all fours - coughed - and something gold fell into his hand.

"I've got the Snitch!" he shouted, waving it above his head, and the game ended in insanity.

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"He didn't catch it, he nearly swallowed it," Flint was still howling twenty minutes later, but it made no difference - Harry hadn't broken any rules and Lee Jordan was still happily shouting the results. "He's got the Snitch! Harry Potter receives 150 points for catching the Snitch!"

"Harry Potter Gryffindor! Harry Potter Gryffindor! Harry Potter Gryffindor! Harry Potter Gryffindor! Harry Potter Gryffindor! Harry Potter Gryffindor!" and the crowd went wild