So, I added more detail and such. I ended up adding a few more things in than usual to have Harry make the Quidditch team. It does kind of get crazy, but I hope you all enjoy my cliffhanger! Review, please!
Harry and Blaise walked into the Great Hall, and saw Daphne and Tracy eating. Walking over to them, they sat down on either side of the girls, Harry by Daphne and Blaise by Tracey. Helping himself to some toast, he began telling Daphne all about the prank they pulled on Malfoy. He had gotten tied up and tossed in his bed, and Harry then gave the snakes an order to act menacing. Of course, he didn't say what really happened. "And then," Harry said, "The snakes went and tied him up with their own bodies!"
"Harry, here comes the victim himself!" Daphne said, smirking. Looking over at the doors, he saw Malfoy looking extremely angry. Walking down to join his crowd, Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, Parkinson, and Bulstrode, he hit Harry on the head as he passed. Grabbing some pancakes, he suddenly had an idea. First, he put a pancake on his plate, buttered it, and coated it in syrup. Then grabbed one of the egg circles that kind of looked like scrambled eggs. Then bacon, cheese, sausage, another pancake, and finally some strawberry jam. Taking a bite, he wondered why he never tried this before. It was so good, the flavors could practically sing! Just then he saw his three friends staring at him in horror. Swallowing, he asked, "What?"
"Dude... Why would you eat that?" Tracey demanded incredulously.
"It's delicious!"
"Schedules," Blaise announced. Looking up, they saw Snape walking along the table, passing out sheets of parchment. When he finally reached Harry, he gave him a glare filled with hatred, loathing, and malevolence. "Your schedule, Potter," Snape sneered.
Feeling the time was ripe for a comeback, Harry retorted, "Obviously it's mine, if it wasn't you wouldn't be giving it to me!"
Black eyes glittering dangerously, Snape said, "If you speak to me like that again, Potter, you will regret it."
"Ha! Yeah right," Harry muttered.
As Snape swept off, cape billowing like a bat, Harry looked at his schedule. "Transfiguration with Hufflepuff, then lunch, and History of Magic with Ravenclaw until dinner. Tomorrow is Herbology with Ravenclaw and Defense Against the Dark Arts with Hufflepuff. Then it's Charms with Ravenclaw, and flying lessons with Gryffindor. Thursday is double Herbology with Ravenclaw, and double Transfiguration with Gryffindor. Friday is History of Magic with Ravenclaw, and then Double Potions with Gryffindor"
Glancing over at Daphne's sheet, he saw the same.
The week passed fairly quickly, as Harry was able to transfigure his match into a needle without really trying, and McGonagall was surprised. Well, her eyebrows disappeared into her hair, but she was still surprised. Charms was a breeze, if embarrassing, because Harry accidentally levitated Flitwick instead of his feather. Besides, it wasn't his fault Flitwick walked right in front of him as he was casting the charm! Herbology was boring, he didn't have to do much. Defense Against the Dark Arts was creepy, because Harry knew that Voldemort was sticking out of the back of Quirrell's head. Harry was reluctant to do anything, though, remembering the time fiasco with Hermione in third year.
He was walking out into the field when it happened again. Everything went white, and he was suddenly on the ground, with Malfoy clutching Neville's Remembrall in the air. He wished he could at least remember what he'd done during these flashes. He sighed inwardly, and mounted his broom. Looking over at his friends, expecting one of them to tell him to stop, he saw nothing like that. Daphne looked worried, Tracey looked excited, and Blaise just looked bored. He was about to take off when someone grabbed his broom. Looking over, he saw Hermione glaring at him. The world was starting to go white again, but he was determined not to have it happen again, so soon after the last one. Instead, a white haze fell over his vision, and everyone stiffened. They all seemed disoriented, and Hermione shook her head hard, and said, "Wha-? Harry, where are we? Is Sirius okay?" As Harry opened his mouth to answer, his concentration broke and the white haze was gone. Hermione shook her head and said, "No, Harry. Don't, you heard what Madam Hooch said, you'll get in trouble!" Harry stopped and thought. Dismounting, he looked up to a smirking Malfoy and said, "Accio Remembrall!" The Remembrall zoomed out of Malfoy's hand to Harry's. Deciding this wasn't enough, Harry changed the color of Malfoy's hair to hot pink, before shouting, "Impedimenta!" Malfoy stopped dead in mid air just as Madam Hooch came back onto the pitch. Upon seeing Malfoy, her hard yellow eyes became furious. She stormed over to her broom, mounted, and pushed off toward Malfoy.
However, the Impediment Jinx wore off, and Malfoy lost control of his broom, which seemed to have grown a mind of it's own. It shot off toward the goal hoops, and wove between them, and Madam Hooch started yelling and chased after him.. The rogue broom streaked upwards for hundreds of feet and started bucking around. Whenever Madam Hooch approached, it got worse. Harry finally climbed on his broom and shot up toward them when they were got hard to see. Harry climbed level to Malfoy, and did something very stupid and reckless: he stood on the broom, perfectly balanced, and offered Malfoy a hand. Malfoy, refused, but then shot a terrified glance to the ground, and jumped onto Harry's broom.
The sudden weight threw the broom off balance, and it began plummeting toward the ground at a frightening speed. Showing reflexes that someone spending five years on a broom only could, Harry shifted his weight and got the broom under control. Malfoy caught the sight of Harry's face, who was grinning like a maniac. Apparently scared beyond speaking, Malfoy said nothing. As the pair spiraled toward the ground, Harry was keeping an eye on the ground. At about twenty feet from crashing, Harry pulled up hard. The grass tickled at his toes, and Harry did a corkscrew around the stadium to slow down, and finally drifted lazily over to the awestruck, open-mouthed class. Harry touched down and dismounted, then helped Malfoy off. He swayed a bit, and looked at Harry, his jaw working up and down, but no noise came out. Finally he managed to whimper out, "You... You're mad!" And then he promptly fainted.
Everything went white...
When it was over, Harry saw that he was in Snape's office with Marcus Flint, Slytherin Quidditch captain. He was watching while Snape was pacing and ranting. "Completely stupid, doing that to Malfoy! If I had any less sense I'd give you a month's detention, never let you on a broom again, and take fifty points from SLytherin! However, that was..." Snape grimaced, as if what he was about to say pained him. "That was a remarkable bit of flying. I have spoken to the Headmaster, and he has agreed to let you join the Quidditch team as a Seeker. Talk to Flint about this, he is Quidditch captain. Now, Potter?"
"Yes, Professor?" Harry could barely force the words out because of his shock. Snape, compliment him!? Has the world gone wrong or something? He left Snape's office, and the world went white again. They seemed to be happening more often...
Finally, it was Friday, and Harry just decided to ditch History of Magic, because he'd fail anyway. Going to the Room of Requirement, he decided to do something useful. Pacing in front of it, he thought of what he needed. I need a place to learn my destiny... I need a place to learn my destiny... I need a place to learn my destiny... When he looked up, he saw a door appear. He charged in eagerly, what he saw surprised him.
The room was as easily as big as the great hall, and filled with a soft glowing white light. In one corner was a place full of scales, cauldrons, and many many ingredients. There was an area devoted to defense against the dark arts; it had various books, a mysterious glowing purple crystal, and a dummy that looked like Dudley, funnily enough. He could see a chest rattling, with what he guessed was a boggart inside. There was a greenhouse full of plants harry would rather not know what their use for, and a line of mandrakes with several pairs of ear muffs. Close to him was a place with many objects, and a poster showing advanced transfiguration.
He could see a book on a stand that said How to use Transfiguration in Duels. As Harry looked around, awestruck, he saw just about everything he would need to confront Voldemort and win. Areas for every subject taught at school, ones that weren't. He walked around, browsing through the sections. He went to the closest first, Transfigurations. Looking through the books, he saw several ideas that stand out. One of them was to turn the enemy's robes into wood to prevent movement. Moving on to charms, he saw he could put a Permanent Sticking Charm on his opponents shoes, a Hair Growth Charm to obscure their vision, and even an Invisibility or Disillusionment Charms on the enemy's wand arm to make it harder for them to aim.
He also saw, much to his distaste, an area for Divination. However, there were only five books on a low table, near a circular cushion on the floor. His curiosity aroused, Harry walked over and sat down, grabbing the books. The first one was Time's Enigmas. It seemed to not be about seeing into the future, but about problems one could have with time, and various paradoxes one could experience. He looked at the rest of the books. Mental Links, Unraveling the Impulses, Dreamwalking, and finally Is it Really Dark? He realized that these were some of the things he had been thinking about the most in the past year. Looking up, he started. He was in a forest. It was warm and the sun was shining. Jumping back off the pillow, he was suddenly back in the Room of Requirement. He stuck his head over the cushion and saw the forest again. Now this, Harry thought, Is epic! Then Harry climbed back onto the cushion and looked around. He suddenly realized that there was a gold circle on the small table, filled with triangles. He wondered what it was for, and a book appeared on it with a flash of yellow light.
Grinning with delight, Harry thought of Hogwarts, A History, and there was a flash of light. Harry picked up the book and looked at the title. "Wooh!" Harry let out a random whoop
He opened it and flipped through the pages, but found nothing. Then words wrote on the diary on their own, and Harry flung the book away from him, heart pounding. He slowly edged forward with his wand out and flipped open the cover. There, in shining green ink, read the words, Harry Potter, do you wish to confront your destiny? He got his bag and tossed the book in it, along with the five others he discovered on the table, and high-tailed it to his dorm. He gave the password to the seemingly blank section of wall(Parseltongue!), and rushed to his bed. The world went white yet again...
Harry was in Hogwarts, but he could not understand what was going on. He could see two Hogwarts', and everything was open to him. Just a flicker of a thought would bring up a room, or a person to the picture. He saw both his lives, going from when he got on the train to now. It stopped, and everything shifted. He could see Riddle's diary, speaking to him, and saw this book doing the same thing. Finally, he phased out and saw the entire world, seeing and knowing everything. Then there was a soft white glow that got stronger and stronger, until it blinded him. He felt pain in his eyes and then everything went black. The book appeared, and the words on it shimmered, until they were all he could see. Letters of green fire. Harry Potter, do you wish to confront your destiny? With a jolt, Harry woke up. He got out the book, quill, and inkpot. The words were still there. Slowly he wrote, Yes... I do. The book wrote back, Then enter the halls of infinite memory and knowledge, Harry Potter. With that, the pages whirled, and what looked like a small television screen appeared on one. He put his eye to it, and was sucked into the world of memory. Getting up from his knees, he repaired his again broken glasses and put them on. Looking up, he gasped at what he saw.