A Twist In History Chapter… Seven?

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AN: To all those who still bother to read this, thank you for the support! Due to the increased difficulty of high school courses, the update rate of this story has decreased dramatically. So, again, thank you to all that have faith that I'll finish this story eventually. 99 UNIQUE 99, welcome back.

I've had several questions about when the +Anima are going to find out what the Golden Trio is up to. Please stop asking things like that, I don't like to reveal the storyline so early on!

Their band became rather closely knit after that. As they headed into November, the weather became cold and inhospitable. Husky suffered a bit in the cold, both from his Anima and the clothes he still wore under his robes, despite protests to use the uniform.

Finally, Harry's first Quidditch game was approaching. Against Slytherin. Despite all of Cooro's attempts to the contrary, Harry was still the 'secret weapon' of the Gryffindor team. Or, he had been up to about a week before the game, when it leaked out. Cooro swore it hadn't been him, and the rest believed him. He'd been unusually quiet.

They stood outside in the courtyard, warming themselves up with one of Hermione's blue-flames-in-a-jar, when Snape crossed the yard. He was just barely limping, and made a beeline towards them.

"What are you doing?" None of them said a word. Cooro and Nana had wandered away earlier, but were approaching quickly from the other side of the courtyard.

"What is that, Potter?" Harry handed over the book Hermione had lent him, Quidditch Through The Ages. He handed it over, dreading it. Snape looked angry, more than usual.

"Library books are not allowed outside of the school. Five points from Gryffindor." He walked away, still limping, as Cooro and Nana joined them.

"What was that all about? He looked angry." Husky glanced at them.

"He took Harry's book. He said it was against the rules to take them out of the building."

Cooro shivered slightly. He wasn't used to so much cold, though he was better off than Husky. Hermione scoffed.

"It's not a rule! I should know, I've checked several times. Especially because…" As she continued, Ron muttered in Harry's direction:

"I don't care how he hurt his leg, I hope it's really hurting him."

Later, Hermione was going over their homework (a kind of back-door to cheating off of her perfect answers), and Harry was fidgety. His first game was tomorrow, and now he didn't even have his book to take his mind off of it.

Finally, he stood up.

"I'm going to see if Snape will give me the book back." After a moment of staring, they nodded.

"Better you than me!" Ron said cheerily, the others nodding in agreement. Husky, however, stood up slowly, brushing off his robes.

"I'll go with you, I need a walk anyway."

Harry nodded, and they set off towards the staffroom. 'It was closer than the dungeons' was the reasoning, as neither boy wanted to admit they didn't want to go down to their creepy classroom any more than necessary.

The room was quiet, though with the stone walls and thick doors, this didn't mean much. Walking forward, Harry knocked on the door. Waited. Knocked again. Nothing. Sighing, he turned to face his friend.

"I guess we should look in the dungeons…" Husky frowned thoughtfully.

"Maybe he left it in there? We should take a look at least." He edged the door open a crack, and voices filtered out.

"Blasted thing! How are you supposed to keep an eye on all three heads at once?" Husky glanced at Harry in confusion, just as said boy leaned closer and fell through the open door. There, they saw Filch wrapping up a bloody gash on Snape's leg.

"POTTER!" He was livid, and somehow managed not to notice Husky standing a few feet back. Harry scrambled up, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

"I was just wondering if I could have my book back?"

"GET OUT! NOW!" They both ran, Husky wondering vaguely if Snape hated Harry so much that he didn't even notice him, Husky, standing not two feet away. He pushed that thought away and tried to think of anything that had three heads.

He went to the others, on the verge of asking, but there was an odd look in Harry's eyes, a kind of realization, that made him pause. Cooro was sitting on the windowsill, talking to Nana and Senri, so he walked over to them, watching the other three talk in whispers.

"They're hiding something, I know it." They looked over at them, then at Nana, who was already shaking her head. "It's too loud in here, and it'll attract attention." He scowled, but didn't dispute it. They went to bed is silence, all of the seven in their own thoughts.

The Great Hall was loud with excitement and filled with the smell of breakfast. Harry looked a bit sick. Ron and Hermione were trying to get him to eat, but gave up after Seamus commented that Seekers were most often the ones to get clobbered. Cooro was examining the sky carefully, squinting at wisps of clouds.

This is gonna be bright… and now I can't tell how windy it is! He scowled a bit, continuing to scan the magical ceiling. Husky was silent, wondering how he could be so stressed about this, it was just a game.

Finally, it was time to head to the pitch. As Harry headed to the locker rooms, Hermione showed them a banner they'd made, proclaiming 'Potter for President!' and had a Gryffindor lion that flashed different colors.

The teams came out, but they were too far down for anybody in the stands (that didn't have enhanced eyesight, anyway) to see how nervous Harry was. Madam Hooch said something or other, they launched into the air, and the game began. For the most part, the Anima didn't watch anything but Harry, who was higher than most and circling in search of, according to Ron, the Golden Snitch.

They're off, and Lee Jordan's voice booms over the stadium, announcing every movement while still having time to flirt with Angelina. McGonagall yelled at him, but Nana could see her eyes showed slight amusement. Slight.

Just as Angelina scored, Hagrid made his way through the crowds to where the six of them sat.

"Bin' watchin' from me hut, but it isn't the same as bein' in the crowd," he explained, and proceeded to ask the state of the game.

Cooro wasn't listening. He was enraptured by the game, watching every movement and wishing he could fly with them. The players were rather nimble, though not quite as much as he and Nana were, on real wings.

Harry dove, just as Jordan was yelling something about the Snitch and the Slytherin Chaser dropped the Quaffle and looked all around him.

He was behind the Slytherin Chaser… Closer… Neck and neck…. Harry was pulling ahead… and CRASH!

Loud yells of anger came from the stands as Marcus Flint blocked the young Seeker, sending him careening into another direction. The Snitch had disappeared. Cooro and Nana leaned in, both more than aware of how dangerous crashing mid-flight could be, and ignored the argument behind them. Lee, meanwhile, was struggling not to be biased in his commentary, and had to repeat himself three times before McGonagall allowed him to continue.

Harry dodged a Bludger, but as he was about to continue looking for the elusive Snitch, his broom gave a sudden lurch. Before he could comprehend it, the broom lurched again, higher, further away from the game and anyone who could have helped.

It took a few minutes for everyone to notice him, as his broom began to roll, with Harry barely hanging onto the handle. Then, he was hanging off by a hand, struggling to pull himself back on as it continued to twitch violently.

Nana grabbed Cooro's arm, Senri on the other, as he lurched forward, fully intending to rescue his friend.

"They have it settled, you'll get in the way, sit down!" He ignored them, but Senri's grip wasn't breaking soon, and he struggled in vain. Behind them, Ron and Hermione were whispering frantically, and Husky watched as they looked at the Teachers' Box, until Hermione ran off. Husky followed.

She ran to where the teachers were sitting, and though Husky stayed back, he could see she was headed towards Snape, knocking over Professor Quirrel in the process.

After a brief moment of confusion, involving blue flames, loud yells, and a bell jar, Hermione was making her way back to their seats. Husky trotted behind her, wondering how on Earth she hadn't noticed him yet.

They got back, to see Harry scrambling onto his broom. Senri released Cooro's arms (He'd taken over for Nana after a few moments) and sighed.

When did he get so strong?

Harry was diving, so quickly that people were shouting again, they thought he was going to crash, he was flying rather fast, there wasn't much time left to stop…

He fell to the field from about three feet. He appeared to be sick… and spat out the Snitch.

Though Flint was still yelling it wasn't fair, he'd nearly swallowed the Snitch, not caught it, there was nothing he could do. It wasn't against the rules, and Gryffindor had won, 170 points to 60. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were dragged to Hagrid's hut, but before they could invite their Anima friends, Cooro finally burst.

"ARGH!!!" He launched off the ground and flew up to meet the Weasley twins, who were flying victory laps, looping around them and whooping. Senri sat down immediately, and Husky and Nana joined him after a moment of deliberation.

After all, Hagrid hadn't really invited them, had he?

It was dusk by the time Cooro finally settled on the ground, grinning. For a moment, anyway, before he promptly fell over.

"Cooro!"

They crowded around him. Everyone had left long ago, to celebrate or simply to eat. Senri pulled him up into a sitting position, and now they could see his face clearly. He was pale, abnormally so, and a thin sheen of sweat covered his face. His entire body was shaking as his chocolate-brown eyes opened slightly, then closed.

"I don't feel so good…" Senri picked him up then and, without waiting for the others, began to run towards the castle. They ran after him, but no-one could keep up with Senri when he was running. Nana grabbed Husky and flew after him, straining to catch up.

By the time she did however, Husky making it all the harder by struggling wildly, they had arrived at what could only be the Hospital Wing. How Senri had found it, she'd never know…

Senri, meanwhile, was laying Cooro down on a white bed. Madam Pomfrey walked in just as he got the boy settled. Cooro, meanwhile, had fallen asleep, or fainted.

"Oh my, what happened?" She walked over, taking Cooro's temperature and examining his pale face.

"He's been flying around since the game ended. When he landed, he collapsed." It wasn't a long statement, but they stared at Senri is shock anyway.

Those were two entire sentences. Two! Madam Pomfrey, however, didn't realize this was odd, and tutted.

"Honestly! Flying all day! That'd tire anyone out! Here, I'll give him a potion…" Senri shook his head. Husky cut in, Senri talking was scary.

"He can't take medicines meant for humans, his crow anima reacts badly…" She frowned.

"Professor Snape tells me he was making a potion for himself in class. Did he add something…?" Husky began to shake his head, but Nana cut in.

"Crow feathers, ma'am, but we're not sure how it works." Madam Pomfrey, however, didn't need any other information. Having finished her examination, she walked in back.

"Don't worry dears, he has a cold. Off to bed now, he needs sleep." When they began to protest, she cut them off with a wave of her hand.

"You can see him in the morning, now OFF!" They left, but reluctantly. Arriving at the common room, they found it empty. Nana, however, knew she was probably in for an interrogation when she got to her room. They exchanged good nights, and went up the separate staircases.

Hermione sat on her bed, waiting, as Nana walked inside. The other girls in the dorm were fast asleep. As she walked in, Nana lifted her nose, smelling food. It was then that she remembered that none of them had eaten since breakfast. Her stomach growled, and Hermione chuckled and held out a plate of food.

"Oh, thank you!" Nana took it carefully, but did not begin to eat, instead sitting on her bed opposite of Hermione, watching her.

"Where were you guys? You didn't come to Hagrid's, and you weren't at dinner…." Nana shrugged apologetically.

"We were going to follow you, but Cooro wanted to fly around. We waited for him, but he was flying around for a long time…" Here, Nana hesitated. She knew pretty well what was wrong with Cooro, and it wasn't that big a secret, but… The other three were obviously hiding something, and Nana didn't like it. It made her feel like they didn't trust them enough to keep silent. So, instead, she finished with:

"He finally came down, but Senri ran him to the Hospital Wing the moment he hit ground. He was running a bit of a fever." Hermione nodded, seeming to accept this, and Nana dug into the food.

"Did you have a nice visit with Hagrid?" Hermione jumped.

"Ah- yes, we did. Hagrid invited us for tea. Mostly wanted to discuss the game, so I don't know much of what they said…" She smiled sheepishly, then yawned.

"G'night Nana." She slipped into the covers of her bed, pulling the curtains closed behind her.

The boys had it easier, as they had no dorm mates besides themselves. However, they both sent to sleep hungry, so maybe having an interrogater waiting wasn't so bad.

Next morning, the Anima were awake, dressed, and on their way to breakfast before most of the school was even conscious. Wolfing down their food, none of them noticed the odd looks directed at them from the Head table, where Professors Snape and Dumbledore were eating. Finished, they all but sprinted up three flights of stairs, around several corridors, and into the Hospital.

Cooro was still in bed, asleep, but some color had been restored to his cheeks, and he seemed peaceful. As they crossed the threshold, Nana remembered what she'd told Hermione, and relayed it to the others.

Husky looked at her oddly.

"Why'd you even lie…?" She glared at him, obviously annoyed that he hadn't already realized her reasons.

"I don't like it when people lie to me, and those three are hiding something. If they can't trust us, I don't trust them." Before he could respond, she continued quickly.

"Look, remember how we got here? Cooro ran through the portal and we followed. We trusted him, he trusted us to not abandon him. I'm not about to spill secrets to someone who can't trust us with what they talked about at Hagrid's, and she wasn't even straight with me about that." Giving up, Husky nodded and sat on the chair next to Cooro's bed. Nana sat in the one on the other side, and Senri settled on the next bed over.

Madam Pomfrey entered, carrying a bundle of herbs, and found her three guests, all talking quietly about classes, lest they be overheard talking of something important.

"How long have you three been here?" She began to place the contents of her bundle in various bottles, cabinets and boxes.

"Since… six, maybe?" She dropped her wand, in the process of enchanting the thick green leaves on the table.

"Six? Why, it's nearly nine! You've been here all this time?" They nodded mutely, confused. She picked up her wand, still a bit surprised.

I've never seen such devoted friends. Well, not since the Marauders… She shook her head, dispelling those thoughts, and continued to pack away her things.

"Well, he has a simple cold, though the crow… anima, was it? Complicates matters. However, I believe he will be fine as soon as he wakes up."

"When will that be, Ma'am?" Husky looked at her carefully, watching for a sigh of trickery. He was a very suspicious person, after all.

"I can't be sure, though I am fairly certain that it will not be any later than tonight's dinner." He nodded, and turned back to the conversation, which was centered on Transfiguration. They were in for a long wait.

And so are you guys, the way I've bee updating. Once again, I am sorry! Stupid high school…. Anyway, I'm not gonna beg for reviews. But I will say that they remind me to keep writing. Happy Holidays!