A/N: I'm so sorry it's not as long as the last chapter, I just really wanted to get it up! Thanks DestrierSnowflakeMoonwood for reviewing! :)

Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but Acora is my character.

I was seriously tired when I woke up that morning. My head and body ached and I really wanted a hot shower. I think I might go have one right now.

After I had my shower and was dressed for the day, I saw the notice. We had flying lessons with Slytherin! Hmmm... Maybe I could mess with Malfoy. Defiantly not as bad as I thought.

Days passed, and soon it was Thursday, the dreaded day for flying with snakes. I wasn't too worried, even though I had never been on a broomstick in my life. Everybody bragged about knowing how to fly, but I had a feeling no one really did.

Breakfast wasn't too eventful, most likely because Hermione grabbed me when Malfoy stole Neville Remembrall. I didn't like Malfoy and nearly everyone knew already by how I sometime just glared at him in Potions that I was looking for a reason to kick this kids ass! McGonagall came so Malfoy had to give Neville his Rememrall back, so I didn't get to kill him.

Soon our broom lesson came, and I was starting to get slightly worried. The snakes were already there. Madam Hooch told us to say "Up" for our brooms to come to our hands. Mine refused to come though! Harry's had come immediately and Hermione's just rolled over. Neville's acted like mine and refused to do anything.

Soon we were taught how to get on, and we learned that Malfoy had been doing it wrong for years! I snickered behind my hand while he gave me a nasty look. She then told us that she would give us a count of three and then blow her whistle while we would rise off the ground a few feet and then come back down.

Neville came up before the whistle and then fell, all the while his broom went on vacation to the Forbidden Forest. His wrist was all that was broken at least. Madam Hooch then warned us not to mess with the brooms while she took Neville to the nurse.

Malfoy was laughing at Neville and I was trying to ignore him because I really didn't want to get in trouble. But then I noticed that Malfoy had Neville's Remembrall. "Hey, that's not yours," I shouted.

"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find. How about- up a tree?" He said with an evil grin as he jumped on his broom.

I grbbed his leg before he could get high up. I wasn't afraid of heights, but I really don't want to fall to the ground. I could hear shouting from the ground, some telling Malfoy to shake me off and others telling me to get the Remembrall.

"H-hey, get off of me!" Malfoy shouted. He was trying to shake me off his foot, so I decided to play dirty. I bit him hard. He squealed like a girl and dropped the Remembrall.

"Catch it!" I shouted. I caught a glimpse of the ground which was very far off, and saw Ron catch it. I closed my eyes and thought hard. While I was thinking, Malfoy shook me off. "Whoa!" I shouted.

I hit the ground with a loud crack, which I believe was my head hitting the ground. I hurt pretty much all over. All I could think was that I was going to kill Malfoy when I got out of the hospital.

One of the kids, I think it was Parvati Patil, went to go find a teacher to tell them what had happen to me. Malfoy refused to come off his broom, so Harry went up and got him down. Professor McGonagall came then with Parvati with her. I think she yelled at Harry, but I fainted around that time.

x~x~x

When I woke up, Madam Pomfrey was the only person there. She was asleep in the chair beside my bed, so I assumed it was night. Nothing was in a cast, so I assumed Madam Pomfrey had healed it

I didn't have my watch on, so I couldn't tell what time it was but most likely everyone was asleep. I saw some candy on the table beside my bed, so I munched on some while I waited for Madam Pomfrey to wake up.

I was counting tiles on the ceiling to pass the time (I got to 1234) when Madam Pomfrey woke up. "Can I go?" I asked before she could say anything.

"Um, yes, you can go now. And you were out for a few hours," she said. She stood up and dusted herself off and then walked somewhere else.

I was up nearly immediately and soon found my watch, which had a note beside it saying I had crushed it when I fell. There was a new one there, though, and I could only hope it had the right time on it.

Soon I was skipping cheerfully to the Griffondor common room. Several shapes were moving near the portrait.

I squinted and then realized it was Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville. "Hi," I said. They all jumped about three feet. "Jumpy today, aren't you?"

"They're sneaking out to fight Malfoy!" Hermione hissed. I could guess why Neville was out and Hermione was probably trying to stop them.

"I'm in," I said with a grin. Like I said before, I was going to kill Malfoy myself if Harry or Ron didn't.

On the way, Harry told me how he became seeker. It made me laugh. Malfoy was probably pissed off at this. I was happy for Harry, even though I didn't like Quidditch much. I was terrible at riding a broom, unless you count hitching a ride by grabbing someone's foot. Now that I was good at.

Soon we were in the trophy room. Malfoy wasn't there. When we heard Filch, I knew it was a trap. Malfoy had tricked us. Soon we were running as fast as we could away from them.

We found a secret passageway and lost him. We were hurrying to our tower when we met Peeves.

I closed my eyes. We were goners. When I opened my eyes, Ron had made a grab for the rude poltergeist and now Peeves was screaming.

We ran for our lives and into a problem: a locked door. Something clicked in my head from my school books that I had read. A spell for unlocking doors.

"Alohomora," I whispered. The lock clicked and we were hidden.

I pressed my ear up against the door and heard Peeves refuse to tell Filch where we were at. I nearly snorted from the irony.

I looked up and saw, to my horror, that we were in the forbidden corridor and the Doggie hadn't found a new home. It or he or she, whatever its gender was, was starting to growl. Between Filch and this, I'd rather take Filch.

Harry opened the door and I fell gracelessly to the ground, thankfully, outside the corridor. We ran all the way to the picture of the Fat Lady.

"Pig snout," I snapped at her before she could ask any questions. We all collapsed into the armchairs and tried to regain our breath and erase our fear and shock. Nobody said anything for a while.

I was the first to speak. "There's a trapdoor underneath that, that thing." I looked around. Hermione was nodding. Of course she would have seen it, since she was the smartest one of us.

"I wasn't looking at the floor, I was looking at its head!" Ron stated. He was very shaken, like all of us. I looked down at my hands. They were shaking, so I curled them into fist. I took a deep breath to calm down some more, and then stood up.

"I don't believe we have much more to discuss, so I'll go to bed." Everyone else stood up and went to bed too.

x~x~x

That night, I couldn't get to sleep. My thought were filled with three headed dogs and musings about what it was guarding. My head was filled with my last dream. Did I really want to sleep if that was what I dreamed? I didn't know. It was probably important, but I didn't know how or why it was important.

Questions raced in my mind. Who was the man that looked like Harry? Was it his father? Why would I know what he looked like? Who was screaming; who was laughing and who was crying and why?

Prophetic dreams suck. You don't know what they mean because they can be interpreted into many things. They make you not want to eat or sleep or do anything until you've found out their meaning.

x~x~x

I didn't get one wink of sleep last night. My mood was worse since Hermione wasn't talking to any of us. Harry and Ron thought it was a fun adventure and seemed keen for another one. I didn't know how I felt about it. I was feeling grouchy, but that was probably from sleep loss.

I practically attacked my coffee at breakfast. I devoured my pancakes in three seconds and still felt hungry, so I went for seconds. Everyone was staring at me, so I shot them daggers. Figurative dagger today, but maybe real ones tomorrow.

Malfoy was in shock that Harry and Ron weren't expelled, but that didn't stop him from sending a glare my way. I shot more daggers at him, although I really wished they were real daggers, they weren't.

As the owls came, one came to Harry and gave him a long thin parcel. I read the note over his shoulder and learned it was his new broom. We were going to the common room to open the package, but the way was blocked by Dumb (Crabbe), Dumber (Goyle), and Dumbest (Malfoy).

Malfoy grabbed the package and stated the obvious: "That's a broomstick." I burst out laughing.

"Of course it is, Dumbest, and the reason for that is-Mmhh!" Harry had put his hand over my mouth to shut me up. Ron then commenced to brag on the broom, since it was the Nibus two thousand.

Professor Flitwick came and Malfoy tattle-taled on Harry. Professor understood our circumstances, but didn't reveal it to Malfoy. Harry told Flitwick it was all thanks to Malfoy, which really confused him. Hermione came after we left Malfoy and tried to chew us out. Well, technically I hadn't broke the rules, I just bent them a bit.

I could barely contain my laughter as we came to our class. I could finally laugh at Malfoy in peace. We hadn't had time to see the broom because of Hermione and Malfoy, but I didn't really care. I was happier now, still a little tired, but not unhappy.

Harry and Ron rushed upstairs after dinner to check out the broom, while I was slower, but still kept up with them. I came into the boys' dorm since nobody really cared so I could see the new broom. It was actually really cool looking.

Harry went to practice with Oliver Wood, so I decided to check the forbidden corridor. No Filch or Mrs. Norris around to stop me.

"Alohomora," I whispered. I went in.

The dog was asleep, thankfully. I couldn't help but wonder who thought this was a good idea or who kept this Doggie as a pet. I had to admit, he was kind of cute if you turn your head to the right and close one eye...or both.

I could get through the trapdoor right now, but I didn't know what was under it. It could be another one of Doggie for all I know. I need Harry, Ron, and Hermione for this job. Hermione for her brain, Harry for his bravery, Ron for his determination, and me for my craziness and luck.

I went back to the Griffondor tower and found everyone there, including Harry. "How was practice?" I asked.

"It was brilliant!" Harry exclaimed excitedly. "I got to see all the balls, and play with a lot of them, but not the snitch. The snitch is the ball the seeker has to catch. And I'm the seeker!" Harry was really happy, and I know Quidditch was going to be good for him if things stay crazy.

Soon it was Halloween, and everything was beautifully decorated. Our classes were great and, I was doing well in all of them except for Herbology and broomstick lessons. In Herbology, I knew the facts, just not how to handle the plants. In broomstick lessons, I just plain couldn't ride a broom!

In Charms, we were learning how to make an object fly. I was partnered with Neville. I felt sorry for the kid, since he wasn't very good with spells. I tried to teach him everything about the spell, and went through it slowly.

"Wingardium Leviosa,"I said, demonstrating how to make the object levitate. Ron seemed to be having a hard time too, so maybe the demonstration would help.

"Very good!" Professor Flitwick said. He smiled at all of us and then went back to grading papers.

I managed to teach Neville the spell, and after a few tries, the feather levitated. Ron soon got it with Hermione teaching him. That girl is the smartest person I know and the quickest learner.

As class ended, I walked with Hermione out and we overheard Ron say something terrible about her. I stopped walking and closed my eyes, feeling anger at Ron's stupidity. It's just rude to say things about someone, and I would prefer it to be told to my face. I don't know about Hermione, but that just seemed to make it worse.

Hermione ran crying past Ron, and I just gave him a disappointed look as I walked past. I just didn't want to believe Ron could be so rude, but I saw it with my own eyes that he was horrible to Hermione. Even Harry looked shocked at how what Ron said affected her.

Hermione didn't show up for classes because she was in the bathroom, crying. I doubt Ron thought what he said would affect Hermione so much. It didn't really startle me. I wouldn't have acted that way, crying in the bathroom. I would have come up to Ron and give him a piece of my mind. If he kept bullying her, that's exactly what I would do.

After class, we went to the Great Hall for the feast. The place was amazing. Live bats, food appearing on plates, it was absolutely magical! What would make it even better, was if Hermione was here to enjoy it also, which was why I left before the feast started. I wanted to find Hermione so she could eat and see the decorations.

I past Professor Quirrel along the way, who didn't seem to notice me. He was muttering to himself, and I noticed that he didn't stutter. Hmmm, strange...

Soon I noticed a stench as I got closer and closer to the girl's bathroom. It smelled like my gym socks when I hadn't washed them for a year and public toilets. I knew they cleaned the bathroom, and I had went this afternoon, so why did it stink like that?

What stinks terribly? Trolls and some herbs. Wait, TROLLS! That cannot be good. I really don't want to get squashed. But Hermione was near the troll!

I took off at a sprint towards the bathroom. I stopped and paused. It was near the bathroom, so I wasn't too worried about Hermione. I hoped someone knew that there was a troll loose. I waited in the shadows for it to do something.

Someone crashed into me. "Shhh," I hissed at Ron and Harry. They both just stared at the troll as it walked into the girls' bathroom.

Harry suggested locking the door. I glared at him. "That's the girls' bathroom. Hermione's in there!"

Harry and Ron looked at each other in horror. I was already running towards the door and opening it. Harry and Ron ran to catch up. I was already on the ball.

"Wingardium Leviosa,"I shouted as a sink flew up and hit it in the eye. Score! Hermione was still frozen on the floor and instead of throwing things at it, the boys were using the spell.

Harry suddenly jumped on the troll! Plus, ick, his wand went up its nose. Ron shouted out, Wingardium Leviosa," and the troll's club rose above his head and then fell with an audible thump onto its head. The troll then made another thump as its face connected with the floor.

Suddenly Professor McGinagall, Snape, and Quirrel burst into the room. Quirrel looked at the troll and then sat down on a toilet in fright. Professor McGonagall gave us an angry look as Snape bent over the troll. Professor McGonagall gave us a lecture, but I'm pretty sure we all knew we could have died.

Hermione stood up for us and told her that she thought she could have stopped it and we just came to look for her. We all did come to look for her, but the rest was a lie.

In the end, five points were taken from Griffondor for Hermione all of the rest of us won five points for Griffondor, which meant we had earned ten points, once you take off Hermione's. Hermione also became Harry and Ron's friend. I had liked her from the start, even if she was slightly snobby. You just couldn't help but like her.

x~x~x

That night, I had no dreams. Lately I haven't been sleeping well, but tonight I had a great sleep. I really wished I could get rid of this forbidding feeling, though. It's like waiting for the tornado to come and rip you apart because you can't run from it.

No one can.