Chapter 3

Summer POV

I grinned. Quidditch. My favorite thing (besides pranks and twins…oh, and food) in the world. Yes, I said twins. I have this weird thing about twins. I dunno. I'm weird. Deal with it. Ooh, is that GRAPE JAM! MINE!

Speaking of twins, Forge came to sit on either side of me. Yes, I said Forge. Remember when I was trying to come up with a name for the three of us? Well, seeing as I don't talk about myself in third person (often) I decided to come up with one for just them. And lo and behold (I've always wondered what that means…), Forge.

"Hey Sum." "Hi Summy!" I scowled. I hated it when they called me that. What's wrong with Summer? I mean, come on! Sum-mer. Two syllables. Sum-mer. Summer. It's not that hard to say! But at least Sum and Summy were better than Sunshine. I hate it when people call me that.

"Sup Forge." They found it hilarious that I had come up with a name for them, and now used it constantly.

"Noth…"

I interrupted him with a loud "OH" that made people turn to look at us.

Fred…or was it George? FORGE raised an eyebrow at me and….OMG I AM SOOOOOO JELLY! I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED TO BE ABLE TO DO THAT! DARN YOU FORGE! DARN YOU! Uh, where was I? Oh yeah. FORGE raised an eyebrow at me (grr) and started to ask what it was about before I interrupted again.

"Wha…"

"I WANT TO TELL YOU ABOUT A DREAM I HAD LAST NIGHT."

Once again, everyone turned to look at us, but I just glared until they looked away.

I started my story in a dramatic voice. "Swo I' aw swa' wed 'en…" This time it was Forge's turn to cut me off.

"Summer, you need to swallow before you can tell us the story." George…I think said patiently. Pssh, when are EITHER of them EVER patient?

Oh, right. I swallowed the numminess, and continued my story.

"So, anyway, as I was saying before someone interrupted me," I threw a pointed glare at Fred, oh wait George, "So it all started when Fred ate Harry Potter…" As I explained it, I was sucked into the memory of the oddest dream I had ever had.

*Weird Dream Thingy Universeish Place Memory*

I watched from a balcony in one of those muggle cinema places (THEY ARE SOOOO COOL), wearing a poufy orange dress with my hair in a bun. And before you ask, no, I do not own any poufy orange dresses nor (pssh, nor) do I know how to do a bun. WAIT A SECOND? HOW THE HOGNUGGETS IS MY HAIR EVEN IN A BUN? It's a dream. Deal with it (wow, I even say that in my dreams).

On the stage, Fred (somehow I could tell it was him) was dressed as a giant fish, weeeeell, a giant pink fish. And yes, he was eating Harry Potter. When Fred the Fish (haha, I should start calling him that) finished eating Harry Potter, George came out dressed as a horse with his sister, Lady or Laney or something, on his back wearing a dress. I'm pretty sure she was supposed to be a muggle 'prancess' or whatever, cuz she had on a crown. Fred the Fish and Horse George (I'm definitely calling them that in the morning) fought, Lavey getting knocked off her brother's back, and then melting. Ouch.

Suddenly she appeared next to me, grabbed my hand, and disapparated to a maze, where she then left me. Gee, thanks. Then, I sprouted wings-but, of course, they didn't work. Cuz that's just my luck. So I had to find my way through the maze, with these big heavy NON-WORKING wings on my back, being chased by evil unicorns.

Don't even get me started on the marshmallows.

*End Weird Dream Thingy Universeish Place Memory*

There were a couple of seconds of silence, and then Fred the Fish and Horse George burst out laughing. I scowled. So not funny. Against my better judgment, however, I was laughing along with them within 14 seconds. Yes, I counted. Deal with it.

Finally, we finished breakfast and went down to the pitch. Technically, this was my very first game. But I wasn't nervous. I WAS FREAKIN' TERRIFIED! Not only was it my first game, it was against SLYTHERINS, and they weren't exactly known for being good sports.

We got ready and grabbed our brooms, standing by the doors, waiting to go out and start.

Olly-Pop started giving his 'famous speech'. It started, with the clearing of his throat. I mimicked him, and Fred and George collapsed in giggles. Like giggly….gigglers.

"OK, men." He started, me miming him. Forge kept giggling like the girls they are.

"And woman." Angelina, an awesome Quidditch player who I switched between loving and hating (according to how flirty dear Freddie was feeling), added.

"And woman." Olly agreed,

"This is it." I said, before he could. He scowled at me. I grinned innocently like the Dangel I am. Get it? It's like a danger devil/angel! DANGEL!

"The big one." Fred chimed in.

"The one we've all been waiting for." George said next, smirking.

Fred clapped Harry on the shoulder. "We all know Oliver's speech by heart," George explained. Oh, and if you're wondering how I could tell them apart, they have number's on their capes. Duh. I'm not that good.

Harry looked confused. "I thought this was your first year?" He addressed me for the first time…well….ever.

I smirked, knowing the twins were doing the same at my sides. Yeah…I was just that awesome. I guess I just have a smirkdar.

"Weeeeeeell, you see, Potter, that is one of the few advantages of having Olly as your brother. You have an almost guaranteed spot on the team, and fit in right away. He used to give me that speech when we were little and playing tag with the neighbors."

"Shut up, you." Oliver's scowl deepened as the tips of his ears went red. My smirk deepened.

"Oh come on, Olly. Is that really the way to speak to your sweet little sissy?" I pouted up at him, but my adorableness seemed not to work at him, as he simply glared at me. Hmm, I wonder if he's trying to tell me something with that look. Does he think I smell bad? I unnoticeably sniffed my pit…teehee…sniffed meh pit…

He continued with his speech, me zoning out…something about best team and Gryffindor…meh….I don't really care.

I was brought back out of my IA (OMG, REMEMBER THAT?) as I heard him say "Right. It's time. Good luck, all of you."

We started to head out. Before we did, however, I turned to Fred and George, completely serious.

"If I die out there, you two better write a KICKARSE eulogy." Then the doors opened and I mounted my broom and flew out to face the cheering fans and my very 1st game.

As they called out the names, I looked around, and smiled. I could get used to this-the cheering; screaming, shouting…it really did wonders for ones ego.

Madame Hooch did the whole speech thingy (I zoned out, of course) and the game began. My mood immediately turned serious (for once). I was in my zone, totally focused and concentrated and…OOH SHINY! OK, just kidding. There was nothing shiny. HAHA GOT YOU. OK, back to the game.

Angelina grabbed the Quaffle, and immediately threw it to Katie, who immediately threw it to me. I then passed it back to Katie, and it continued like this. This was our strategy; we would keep passing so the Slythery's wouldn't be able to get the ball.

Katie passed the ball to me again, and I threw it into the goal post, past the keeper (who scowled at me). I pumped my arm in the air as everybody but the Slythery's cheered. IN YO FACE SUCKAS! I glanced at Potter, to see him going after the Snitch. It got away, but I mentally high fived him. He totally picked up on it, and mentally high fived me back. Yup. I'm not crazy.

As we played, I tried to ignore Lee Jordan's commentary. Not only was it distracting, but he was an annoying idiot. I dunno. I just don't like him.

You know, it's surprising I'm good at Quidditch, considering I can't walk over a semi-flat surface without finding SOMETHING to trip over.

We scored twice more, (and unfortunately so did the Slythery's) and the game continued. Suddenly, I noticed movement above me.

Potter was diving for the snitch. I watched, anxious, and suddenly, something went wrong.

Harry's broom starting jerking all over the place, like it was trying to buck him off. He barely held on. WAIT, HOW THE HECK IS A BROOM MOVING? THAT IS UNNATURAL AND WRONG AND STRANGE AND…OMG POTTER'S GONNA DIE! Strangely, I had a weird urge to yell "RIDE EM COWBOY!" But, I knew that would be mean. And it would get me in trouble with Olly-Pop. So, I resisted. ABOVE THE INFLUENCE!

Finally, Harry's broom stopped moving and he started towards the snitch. There was this awesome chase scene thingy, and then he flew forward. I flew down to circle above him, and, lo and behold (STILL WANNA KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS), he .OUT. As in, he nearly swallowed it, and then spit it out into his hands…EW. I mean, imagine how germy that thing is!

Oh…wait….WE WON! WEWONWEWONWEWONWEWON!

"WWWWOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" I cheered, pumping my fist in the air again. I found Forge and we all high-fived, before retreating to the common room for a victory party.

This was shaping up to be an awesome night.

Lacey POV

I trembled as I climbed the stairs one at a time, apprehensively. I have been scared of heights since I was a little girl. Fred and George had taken me flying once, and I had slipped off. I would have fallen to my death if they hadn't-barely-caught me.

I finally made it up into the stands and took a seat in between Hermione and Ron. We were there to support Harry. Ever since the incident at Halloween, we had all become much closer. We sat near Neville, Seamus and Dean, and helped them hold up a sign they had made for Harry. It had a Gryffindor lion on it, and flashed different colors. It was very cute.

I talked with Hermione as we waited for it to start. When Harry flew out, we screamed the loudest. I blushed for some reason as he caught my eye and grinned, waving casually. I waved back, my face tomato red.

I thought back to the past couple of days as the match started (I had never had much interest in Quidditch, though that might have something to do with the fact I was absolutely horrid at it). Hermione had been much more-lenient, lately. She was more open to rule-breaking, and so she was much friendlier to Harry and Ron. We had gone from casually hanging out in the common room occasionally, to almost always being together. The four of us had gotten extremely close, and I enjoyed spending time with the three of them. We had fun times.

However, I got the feeling the three of them were hiding something from me. As I said before, I'm not generally nosy, but my curiosity was growing, and I knew one of these days I was going to explode. They were always together in a little circle, mumbling about 'Snape', and 'Dog', and 'Bite'. Whenever I got near, they would shut up and start talking about classed or Quidditch. But I wasn't stupid. I was going to find out what was going on, preferably soon.

I zoned back into the game, and watched for a bit, but I was totally lost. I watched Harry, but he seemed to just be watching the game.

Hagrid came and joined us in the stands soon, and we made pleasant conversation for a while, before he too became absorbed in the game. As much as I would love to watch and cheer to support Harry, I honestly didn't care about the game, so I didn't really try to follow.

I zoned out a bit more, but my attention was caught when his broom started jerking around. I heard Hagrid say something about it, and listened, as he was the one with binoculars. "…know what Harry's doing, but he better be careful. Looks like he's going to fall off his broom." Hermione grabbed the binoculars, focusing them on the teacher's stands, and gasped. She mumbled something to Ron, handing him the binoculars, and I finally snapped.

"ALRIGHT, LOOK YOU TWO. HARRY IS MY FRIEND TOO, SO WHATEVER THIS IS, I DESERVE TO KNOW." Hermione stared at me for a moment, and then simply sighed. "Alright, I suppose you do. Ron just didn't want to drag you into this- he wanted to protect you. But as he told him, you deserve to know." Hermione quickly explained everything they had learned so far, and what was happening with Snape.

"I promise I'll explain more later, but we need to go save Harry, before he does fall off that broom." I pursed my lips, and searched my mind for an appropriate smile. A figurative light bulb went off in my head. "I got it! Come, on." I dragged Hermione along with me, towards the Teacher's area.

I looked at the field, wary for Harry, but as he seemed not to be slipping (yet), I focused my mind to the task at hand.

When we reached the area beneath Snape, I stuck my wand out and set fire to his robes. I grabbed Hermione and we ran, as teachers started shouting fire, and stomping on the cape, trying to put it out. Glancing back at the field, I smiled successfully as I saw Harry climb safely onto his broom and fly off. Looks like this Quidditch game won't end badly after all. I changed my mind about this, of course, when Harry choked up the snitch. Aw well, at least nobody died!

After the game and a ton of congratulations and hugs for Harry, our little quartet headed to Hagrid's cottage with him for tea and rock cakes. Well, nobody actually ate the rock cakes though…

"Rubbish! Snape is a Hogwarts Professor! Why would he do somethin' like this?" We were (well, Hermione) trying to explain our theory to Hagrid, but he obviously didn't want to listen.

We exchanged looks, and then turned back to Hagrid. Harry explained what we saw on Halloween, but this only seemed to make Hagrid madder. "…he tried to get past that three headed dog on Halloween. It bit…"
Hagrid dropped his teapot, totally shocked. "How do you know about Fluffy?"
I furrowed my eyebrow, confused. "Er, Fluffy?" I asked hesitantly. Not wanting to make him any more upset than he already seemed to be.

"Yeah, he's mine. I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the…" Hagrid realized what he was saying, and who to, and shut up.

"Yes?" Asked Harry eagerly.

"No, I'm not tellin' you anything else. Already said more than I should."

"But Snape tried to kill Harry!"

"I'm tellin yeh, you're wrong! Snape wouldn' try an' kill a student! Now listen to me, yer meddlin' in things that don' concern yeh. It's dangerous. You forget that dog and what it's guardin', that's between Professor Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel…" Horrified, Hagrid clamped his hand over his mouth, realizing what he'd just said. "Now you lot best forget I told yeh that, al'ight? And no more beggin', I ain't tellin' yeh anythin' else."

Against our begging and persuading, Hagrid did indeed shut up, so we left his hut disappointed and with more questions than ever. Starting with, who was Nicholas Flamel?