Hey y'all! I'm so done with school. I had five days of exams and I had to study for my Honors Algebra 2 with Trig exam during my dress rehearsal for my dance recital when I should have been helping out the little kids like I do every year . Oh well, I can still be a backstage assistant during the recital. The head of the dance school has been putting me in the recital program as a "backstage helper" for the past two years, but nobody is going to recognize me because my hair is about 5 to 6 inches longer than it used to be. My mom didn't even recognize me in my pictures this year. So, enough ranting on my end. Let's get this started. I'm going to forget about the Hogwarts cheerleading teams idea because people either voted "definitely not" or "if it is absolutely necessary".

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and all characters belong to J.K. Rowling except for Sydney, Nicki, Justin, and Cynthia.

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"Really Syd? I am preparing for my first quidditch match and you get me a book?" Nicki crossed her arms and looked at her twin in disbelief.

"It's a book that will help you. It's called Quidditch throughout the Ages and it's all about the game. Honestly, did you really think that I was stupid enough to give you a book that wouldn't help you? I know you better than that."

Nicki's mouth formed an O and she took the book, but still handling it like she was afraid it would poison her. "It better have pictures in it."

The twins walked out of the library toward Gryffindor Tower to meet Justin and Ron. Nicki was so busy reading the book that she ran into Professor Snape. She looked up and gulped in fear.

"Maybe if you spent less time worrying about quidditch and more time on my homework, you might do better in my class, Miss Potter. Fifteen points from Gryffindor for taking library books outside of the library and for deliberately running into your teacher."

Sydney stood up for her twin. "Sir, I've taken books out of the library before and Madam Pince has never had a problem with it."

"Five more points from Gryffindor for ignorance. I think it would be best if you learned to hold your tongue, unless you want Gryffindor to lose more house points." Snape limped off down the hall, his dark robes flowing behind him.

Nicki glared at her teacher in disgust. "He seems very suspicious. Maybe he's the one helping Voldemort. He's already evil enough."

"Come on Nick, get real. Snape is a professor, not a bad guy—even though he had the nerve to call me stuck-up." Nicki grabbed Sydney's arm and pulled her down the corridor where Snape went.

Later that night while Sydney was checking their Charms homework, Nicki asked Ron to come with her to get her book back from Snape. He made up a quick excuse to get out of facing his most intimidating professor. Nicki grunted and stormed out of the common room. Justin snickered and called the redhead a wimp.

Sydney glanced over at Justin and sighed. She really liked him but he just didn't think of her as more than a friend. Just as Sydney turned back to the homework, Justin looked over at the blonde twin and thought about how cute she looked when she was focusing on school. He loved how she crinkled her nose when she was taking notes or doing homework. Justin shook those thoughts out of his head; Cynthia was his girlfriend and besides, Sydney would never think of him that way. She was one of the Girls who Lived: boys swarmed her—even the upperclassmen.

Meanwhile, Nicki headed toward the staffroom and started to open the door when she recognized Flitwick and Snape's voices. She opened up the door just a crack and saw Snape all bloody and Flitwick caring to his wounds. Nicki caught the words "three heads" come from Snape's mouth. She tried to close the door quietly to avoid discovery, but it was too late.

"POTTER!" Snape roared. He tried to hide his leg quickly.

Nicki gulped in fear. "I just came to see if I could have my book back."

"GET OUT! OUT!" Nicki ran like her life depended on it, which it did since she evoked the wrath of Snape.

Nicki burst into the common room and collapsed on one of the couches. Sydney went over to cool down her sister while Justin went to get her a glass of water.

Ron stood there dumbly and asked, "So did you get the book?"

Nicki sat up and sarcastically replied, "Yeah, I got it back and then I felt like running for dear life back to the common room."

Ron did not pick up on the sarcasm and questioned, "Great. So where's the book?"

Nicki looked at him in disbelief while Sydney almost yelled, "Does she look like she has the book?"

Ron looked like an idiot while he said, "But she just said," but was cut off when Nicki stood up, walked over to the boy, and crossed her arms while looking him up and down.

"I wonder how far I could drop-kick you right now." Ron shut up and was saved by Justin bringing in the water for Nicki. She relayed what she saw and all four of them sat in silence. Thoughts about the dog and suspicions about Snape were thrown out before everybody turned in for the night.

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The next morning was bright and cold and Nicki was so nervous and excited that she couldn't eat. Sydney managed to get some food into Nicki before she headed to the locker room. Up in the bleachers, Sydney, Ron, and Justin joined Neville, Seamus, and Dean in the top row. They had painted a huge banner that said "Give 'em a kick Nick!" Dean painted a Gryffindor lion under the words and Sydney charmed it so the paint flashed different colors.

Meanwhile in the locker room, Nicki and the rest of the team changed into their scarlet red quidditch robes. The Weasley twins commented that with the Slytherin team in green robes, the quidditch field would look like Christmas. Nicki asked one of the older players, chaser Angelina Johnson, to tie up her hair for her. Angelina happily obliged and not only tied up Nicki's messy brown hair in a high ponytail, she also used her wand to add some bright red and gold streaks for team spirit. Angelina's almost-black hair was too dark for the streaks to look good, but Nicki's hair was the perfect shade. Wood cleared his throat for silence.

"Okay men," he said.

"And women," Angelina added.

"And women," Wood agreed. "This is it."

"The big one," said Fred.

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

"We know Oliver's speech by heart," Fred whispered to Nicki, "we were on the team last year."

"Shut up you two," Wood ordered. "This is the best team Gryffindor's had in years. We're going to win. I know it."

He glared at the team as if to say, "Or else."

"Right. It's time. Good luck all of you."

Nicki followed Fred and George out of the locker room onto the field where she and the rest of the team were greeted by loud cheers.

Madam Hooch stood in the middle of the field, waiting for the two teams. "Now I want a nice fair game, all of you," she stated once they were all gathered around her. Nicki noticed that she seemed to be speaking particularly to the sixth year Slytherin Captain, Marcus Flint. Nicki was sure that Flint had troll blood in him with his ugly and deformed face.

Out of the corner of her eye, Nicki noticed the "Give 'em a kick Nic!" banner and immediately felt like a real Gryffindor. Madam Hooch told the teams to mount their brooms and then blew her whistle. Fifteen brooms rose in the air. They were off.

"And the Quaffle is immediately taken by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor—what an excellent chaser that girl is, and rather attractive too—"

"JORDAN!"

"Sorry Professor."

Fred and George's friend Lee Jordan was doing the commentary for the match, closely watched by Professor McGonagall.

"And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve—back to Johnson—no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes—Flint flying like an eagle up there—he's going to sc- no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle—that's chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and—OUCH—that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger—Quaffle taken by the Slytherins—that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger—sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which—nice play by the Gryffindor beater, anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes—she's really flying—dodges a speeding Bludger—the goal posts are ahead—come on Angelina—keeper Bletchley dives—misses—GRYFFINDORS SCORE!"

Gryffindor cheers filled the cold air, mixed with boos from the Slytherins. Hagrid went to join Sydney and her friends up in the top row and asked if there was any sign of the Snitch. Sydney was relieved to say no and that Nicki was able to stay out of trouble. Hagrid raised his binoculars and looked up at Nicki, who was gliding over the game watching for the Snitch.

Before the game, Wood had told her, "Keep out of the way until you catch sight of the Snitch. We don't want you attacked before you have to be." When Angelina scored, Nicki did a few flips with her broom to show her excitement. Then she went back to tracking the Snitch. The only flash of gold that she had seen was a reflection from one of the Weasley's watches. At one point, a Bludger decided to come pelting in Nicki's direction like a cannonball, but she dodged it and Fred came chasing after it.

"All right there Nick?" Fred yelled as he beat the Bludger toward Flint.

"Slytherin in possession," Lee Jordan said, "Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and chaser Bell, and speeds toward the—wait a moment—was that the Snitch?"

A murmur ran through the crowd as Pucey dropped the Quaffle, too busy looking over his shoulder at the flash of gold that had passed his left ear. Nicki saw it. In a rush of excitement she dived downward after the streak of gold. Slytherin seeker Terence Higgs had seen it too. Neck and neck they hurtled toward the Snitch—all the chasers seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to be doing as they hung in midair to watch. Nicki was faster than Higgs—she could see the little round ball, wings fluttering, darting up ahead—she put on an extra spurt of speed—

WHAM! A roar of rage echoed from the Gryffindors below—Flint had taken one of the Slytherin beater's bats and slammed the Bludger straight at Nicki on purpose, and her broom spun off course, Nicki holding on for dear life.

"FOUL!" screamed the Gryffindors, especially those in the top row.

Madam Hooch spoke angrily to Flint and then ordered a free shot at the goal posts for Gryffindor. But in all the confusion, of course, the Golden Snitch had disappeared from sight again.

Lee Jordan was finding it difficult not to take sides. "So—after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating—"

"Jordan!" growled Professor McGonagall.

"I mean, after that open and revolting foul—"

"Jordan, I'm warning you—"

"All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor seeker, which could happen to anyone, I'm sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinnet, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession."

Just as Nicki dodged another Bludger, which spun dangerously past her head, her broom gave a sudden, frightening lurch. For a split second, she thought she was going to fall. She gripped the broom tightly with her hands, knees, and feet. She had never felt anything like that. It happened again, the broom trying to buck her off like a bull, which Nimbus Two Thousands were not supposed to do. Nicki tried to turn back toward Wood, hoping he would notice the reckless broom and call a timeout—but then she realized that her broom was totally out of her control. She couldn't turn or direct the broom and it just kept zigzagging through the air, making occasional violent moves that almost caused her to fall off.

Lee kept commentating. "Slytherin in possession—Flint with the Quaffle—passes Spinnet—passes Bell—hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose—only joking, Professor—Slytherins score—oh no…"

The Slytherins cheered, but nobody noticed Nicki's broom acting weird. "Don't know what Nicki thinks she's doing, but if I didn't know any better, I'd say she lost control of her broom…but she can't have…" Hagrid mumbled as he watched her through his binoculars.

Suddenly, people started pointing up at Nicki all over the stands. Her broom had started to roll over and over with her barely able to hold on. The crowd gasped as the broom gave a wild jerk and Nicki swung off it. She dangled from the broom with one hand holding her up.

"Did something happen to it when Flint knocked her?" Seamus whispered.

"Impossible," Sydney murmured, her voice shaky from fear of losing her sister. "Only powerful Dark magic can interfere with a broomstick—no student could do that to a Nimbus Two Thousand." Sydney snatched Hagrid's binoculars and looked frantically at the crowd.

"What are you doing?" moaned Ron, whose face had lost all its color.

Sydney gasped and handed the binoculars to Justin, but were immediately stolen by Ron. "Look over at Snape." Snape was in the middle of the stands opposite them. He had his eyes fixed on Nicki and was muttering nonstop under his breath. "He's doing something—jinxing the broom," Sydney whispered.

"What should we do?" Justin asked in a concerned voice while Ron was busy yelling at Madam Hooch to look over at Nicki.

"Leave it to me. I'm going to do something that I would normally never do against a teacher, but considering that my sister is about to be killed by a psycho broom, I'll make an exception." Sydney disappeared before Justin could say another word.

Ron still had the binoculars focused on Nicki. Her broom was vibrating so hard that it was impossible for her to hang on much longer. The whole crowd was on its feet, watching, terrified as the Weasleys flew up to try and pull Nicki safely onto one of their brooms, but it was no good—every time they got near her, the broom would go even higher. They dropped lower and circled beneath her, obviously hoping to catch her if she fell. Flint seized the Quaffle and scored five times without anyone noticing.

"Come on Syd," Ron muttered desperately.

Sydney had fought her way across the stand where Snape stood, and was now racing along the row behind him. She was so distracted that she didn't even stop to apologize when she knocked Professor Quirrell headfirst into the front row. Reaching Snape, she kneeled down, pulled out her wand, and whispered, "Wiccarnum Inflamare." Bright purple flames (Sydney's favorite color) shot from her wand onto the hem of Snape's black robes. It took about thirty seconds for Snape to realize that he was on fire. A loud yelp told Sydney that she had done her job. Scooping the fire off him into a little jar in her pocket, she scrambled back along the row—Snape would never know what had happened.

Up in the air, Nicki noticed the purple flames and an unmistakable head of golden blonde hair. Even though she was in a near-death situation, Nicki laughed at Snape jumping around like a coward. She thought to herself, "Did my sister just sabotage a teacher? I'm so proud of her." Nicki was able to climb back on her broom.

"Neville, you can look now," Justin said. Neville had been sobbing into Hagrid's jacket for the last five minutes.

Nicki was speeding toward the ground. When she was steady enough, she slowly stood up on her broom, still reaching for the Snitch. Unfortunately, she put too much weight on her front foot and went tumbling off her broom onto the sand. The crowd gasped when they saw her clap her hand to her mouth as though she was about to hurl. Nicki coughed and something gold fell into her hands.

"NICKI POTTER'S CAUGHT THE SNITCH!" Lee screamed into the microphone as Nicki waved the Snitch over her head.

"She didn't catch it, she nearly swallowed it!" Flint hollered for twenty minutes, but it made no difference—Nicki hadn't broken any rules and Lee Jordan happily shouted the results—Gryffindor had won with one hundred and seventy points to sixty points.

Later that day, Nicki, Sydney, Ron, and Justin were in Hagrid's hut talking about the game. "It was Snape," Justin explained, "Sydney and I saw him. He was cursing your broomstick, muttering, and he wouldn't take his eyes off you."

"Rubbish," replied Hagrid, who had been completely oblivious to what happened in the stands next to him. "Why would Snape do something like that?"

Nicki decided to mention what she had seen the previous night. "He tried to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween. It bit him. We think he was trying to steal whatever it's guarding."

Hagrid dropped the teapot. "How do you know about Fluffy?"

"Fluffy?"

"Yeah—he's mine—bought him off some chap I met in the pub last year—I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the—" He clapped a hand over his mouth before he could finish the sentence.

"The what?" Sydney inquired.

"Now, don't ask me anymore. That's top secret," Hagrid said gruffly.

"But Snape's trying to steal it."

"Rubbish. Snape's a Hogwarts professor; he'd do nothing of the sort."

"So why did he just try to kill Nicki?" cried Sydney. Everyone in the room stared at her as Sydney Potter, the girl who thought all teachers were saints, accuse Professor Snape of attempted murder.

"Who are you and what have you done with my twin sister?" Nicki asked in shock.

Sydney ignored the stares and the blunt question. "I know a jinx when I see one, Hagrid; I've read all about them. You've got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking at all, I saw him!"

"I'm telling you, you're wrong!" Hagrid cried out hotly. "I don't know why Nicki's broom acted like that, but Snape wouldn't try and kill a student! Now, listen to me, all four of you—you're meddling in things that don't concern you. It's dangerous. I want you to forget all about that dog—"

Ron interrupted Hagrid before he could finish. "It's kind of hard to forget something that tried to eat us!" Nicki shut up the redhead by giving him a Gibbs-slap (if you don't watch NCIS, a Gibbs-slap is a head smack on the back of the head that causes the receiver to wince).

"As I was saying, I want you to forget that dog, and you forget what it's guarding, that's between Professor Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel—"

"Aha!" Sydney cried out while jumping out of her seat, "So there's someone named Nicholas Flamel involved."

Hagrid scolded himself for revealing too much by hitting himself on the head and repeatedly saying, "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

The four went back to the common room discussing Nicholas Flamel. Little did they know, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were waiting outside the corridor. Nicki scowled and Ron's face started to turn as red as his hair. Malfoy swaggered over to Nicki, who was still in her tight fitting Quidditch uniform. "I must say Nicole your seeking today was surprisingly brilliant." He wiggled his eyebrows in a flirtatious manner.

Nicki decided that enough was enough. It was time to fight fire with fire. She took out her wand and yelled, "Locomotor Mortis!" Draco's legs were immediately locked together. The twins and their friends walked off laughing.

Draco chuckled to himself as he promised, "Ooh, feisty. I like feisty. Nicole Potter, you will be mine."

Hey guys! I changed up the ending cuz an anonymous reviewer said that what Nicki originally did was just wrong. Oh and just for future reference, Nicki is not a spoiled brat, Ron is not an idiot, Draco is still a playboy even though he mainly focuses on Nicki, and everybody has a life, a role, and is not perfect. I turned on anonymous reviews, just please NO FLAMES!