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Chapter 7

Quidditch

The door opened with a loud slam which echoed throughout the house. I opened my eyes in fright and a strange noise came out of my mouth. It sounded a bit like a babies cry.

"Shhh, shhh baby it's ok," A sweet, soothing voice cooed in my ear like honey trickling down my throat. "Mummy and daddy will be home soon," She looked down at me and smiled happily. Her smile told me everything would be fine but her emerald green eyes held worry. Soft strands of red hair tickled my nose prompting me to sneeze and wake the child next to me. A loud shriek attacked my ear drums and so I did the first thing that came to mind. I poked the thing next to me and it shut up. I didn't even bother to look.

Another noise came from the room that resembled a loud 'crack' and two people stood before me. A woman with long, auburn hair and tear filled amber-brown eyes looked down at me with a watery smile. She reached out two hands and leaned down to whisper something in my ear.

'Wake up...Rosie...wake up...wake up...WAKE UP!'

I jolted up quick and landed on the floor with a bang. I raised my head up to find Hermione standing over me with a look of pure amusement. That really hurt.

"Not funny...Mione," I yawned and made my way up to stand only to find I was wrapped up in my duvet and fell head first on to the floor. My nose smacked against the cool, wooden floor. Blood began to gush out and before I had even time to grab my wand Hermione fixed it...with my wand.

"Hey, I know we're friends and all but you don't have to steal my things" I smirked, holding my palm out for my wand. She just stared at it curiously before handing it to me reluctantly. "I'm gonna go get ready,"

"Yeah, remember we're meeting the boys outside in five minutes" I heard her call after me before I shut the bathroom door. A rather large bristle brush lay on the sink just calling out for me. I picked it up and began combing through my large auburn knots and thought about that dream I just had...or was it a memory?

"ROSIE, HURRY UP! I'M BORED!" Hermione's shrill voice brought me out of my thoughts. I turned to glare at the door before throwing on my Gryffindor robes, already wearing my uniform, and rushing out the door giving Hermione no choice but to follow.


"Geez it's so...freaking...cold!" I complained while shivering like a maniac. Harry was playing Quidditch tomorrow against Slytherin and we were currently sitting outside in the freezing courtyard during our break. Hermione may have conjured up a bright blue fire, that could be carried around in a jam jar, but it wasn't making any difference to me...I was still cold.

"Stop being such a wimp Rose," Hermione said to me making Harry and Ron snigger. Hermione granger just called me a wimp.

"I am not a...uh oh, Snapey socks at twelve o'clock"

"Huh?" All three of them said before it dawned on them what I had just said. Professor Snape was currently limping towards us with a really pissed off expression. I wasn't sure if the whole fire thing was allowed so we moved closer together to block the fire from view but Snape obviously got the drift that we were hiding something and limped over to investigate.

"What's that you've got there, Potter," He sneered, eyes gazing over the book Harry was reading. It was Quidditch through the ages, and so Harry, being the good boy he is, willingly showed the Professor the book.

"Library books are not to be taken outside the school," said Snape glaring at all four of us, his eyes seemed to soften on mine. They squinted slightly as if he just noticed something new and turned to Harry and gave him his signature glare.

"Give it to me. Five points from Gryffindor."

"That's not fair!" I protested once he limped away. "We're allowed books out here...aren't we?"

"I'm sure he just made that rule up," Harry muttered angrily at my side. "Wonder what's wrong with his leg."

"Dunno. But I hope it's really hurting him," said Ron bitterly. I couldn't agree more.


I walked into the Gryffindor common room after my adventures with the Weasley twins to find Harry, Ron and Hermione sitting together next to a window doing homework. I creeped up slowly behind them and lunged at harry making his sheets fly everywhere. Hehehe, too funny.

"GAH!" He exclaimed in shock while Hermione and Ron, and everyone else in the common room, erupted into large guffaws. "Was that really necessary?"

"Yes," I replied making myself comfortable on his lap. "So...what'cha doin' my lovelies?"

"Charms homework," Ron replied glumly.

"Huh, I did that age's ago" The two boys looked at me in hope. I snatched Ron's homework form him in the blink of an eye, scanned it quickly then handed it back to him. "Check questions two and four again. Anyways, I thought you'd be brushing up on your Quidditch knowledge" I said to Harry.

Harry nodded and then stood up abruptly making me fall on the floor on my already sore bottom courtesy of the Troll and Hermione. I had no idea bums could bruise until recently...Oww.

"I'm going to go get it back." He said and looked at us to see if any of us were coming. We all knew what he was talking about, we were cool like that.

"Better you than me," Hermione and Ron said together while I said "Nah, I've got to practise my Transfiguration and conjuring..."

Harry didn't need to question that, knowing about the incident that happened earlier that morning, and left to get the book back.

"Yeah Rose, I don't think McGonagall would appreciate another cow in her office" Hermione said making Ron laugh. At the sound of Ron's laugh I noticed Hermione's smile grow even wider...she must be really glad about the whole friend's thing. Either that or she has an almighty crush on the Ronster...doubt it.

"It was one time! Besides, when she told us to picture the stool I did just that...I pictured the stool, the way I wanted it to be. Four legs, small, black and white...how was I supposed to know a freaking cow would appear in the middle of the classroom?" I exclaimed throwing my hands in the air, ignoring all the amused looks my fellow Gryffindorians were giving me. She did find it a little amusing until Daisy, the cow which I named after the brief second in which I had known her, ate a bunch of third year essays. Fred and George were very pleased seeing as they, apparently, wrote a load of nonsence in that essay and theres had been eaten.

"Oh just be quite and do my homework," Ron shoved his charms work at me and with a wave of my wand; I corrected all his mistakes, ignoring the disapproving glares Hermione was giving me. Not five minutes later Harry rushed up to us, his black hair all over the place and his eyes wide as if he had just seen Professor Snape doing the Macarena while wearing a pink tutu.

"Did you get it?" Ron asked as harry joined us.

"What's the matter?" I asked in a low whisper taking in his appearance. He simply turned to us and began to explain what he had just seen.


"So you're telling us that you just saw Professor Snape complaining to Filch about being bit by that crazy three-headed mutant dog?" I asked. I had to admit, I was very close about the whole Snape thing minus the tutu...and the incredibly amazing dance routine.

"Yes, so you know what this means." He said rather breathlessly.

"He's in pain?"

"No-well -yes but that's not the point Rose-"

"What is the point then?" I interrupted with a cheeky grin.

"Well you'd find out what it was if you didn't keep on interrupting me!" He exclaimed, huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf from the Muggle story I read when I was six. What can I say? I do love my pigs.

"Go on then, no ones stopping you" I said, moving my hands gesturing him to carry on, and with a glare, in my direction, he did just that.

"He obviously tried to get past that three-headed dog at Halloween. That's where he was going when Ron and I saw him...he's after whatever it's guarding!"

"Yeah, and I'd bet Harry's broomstick he let that troll in, to make a diversion!" I nipped in earning an approving smile from harry and a horrifying look from Hermione.

"No...He wouldn't" She said, shaking her head while picking up her Transfiguration essay. "I know he's not very nice, but he wouldn't try and steal something Dumbledore was keeping safe."

"Honestly, Hermione, you think all teachers are saints or something," snapped Ron.

"That was a bit rude Ron but I'm with Harry on this one. Snape's a creep"

"Yeah, I wouldn't put anything past Snape...but what's he after? What's that dog guarding?"


The next morning was the day of Harry's first Quidditch match and I was both excited and terrified for him. The Great Hall was full of the disgusting smell of fried sausages and the loud chatter of everyone, obviously excited for the upcoming match. I hate sausages. Ron claims that there's something wrong with me and I didn't disagree. It didn't mean that I agreed with him, which he thought, I was just incredibly sleepy and couldn't be asked to fight with him.

"You've got to eat some breakfast," Ron said to Harry, waving a piece of toast in his face.

"I don't want anything." Harry insisted, looking down glumly at his plate.

"Just a bit of toast," wheedled Hermione.

"I'm not hungry." Harry was obviously nervous seeing as in an hour he would be walking onto the Quidditch field, broom in hand.

"Harry, you need your strength," I said looking up at him with pleading eyes. He had just picked up a slice of toast, giving in, and was about to eat it when Seamus just had to open that big Irish mouth of his.

"Yeah Harry, Seekers are always the ones who get clobbered by the other team." And with that Harry allowed his slice of toast to fall to the plate with a small clunk.

"Thanks, Seamus," said Harry, watching Seamus pile ketchup on his sausages. It wasn't at all entertaining until I gave him a light kick in the shin causing him to wince and pour ketchup all over the table and his hand. That was very entertaining indeed.


"Rosie! Lift it up higher!" Dean squawked at me when I accidentally allowed my side of the banner to fall to the ground and into a small patch of mud. Dean was really good at drawing so he drew a large Gryffindor lion with the words 'Potter for President' above and I preformed a little charm so that the paint flashed different colours. Charm's was definitely my forte.

"Sorry!" I called back, lifting it above my head and yelling as Harry made his way onto the pitch. I saw him look up at us and so I sent him a, not too subtle, wink. He needed all the support he could get.

"I really hope we win," Hermione said form behind me.

"We're going to win!" I stated with a grin the size of Africa.

"How can you be so sure?" She asked nervously, her eyes darting towards the Slytherin's in their green outfits. There's something about the colour green that freaks me out...excluding Harry's eyes. That shade is probably the only shade of green that doesn't give me the heebie-jeebies.

"We've got Potter," Seamus and Dean said at the same time I said "We've got Harry," Hermione and Ron couldn't help but agree remembering the flying lesson incident. He was bloody brilliant that day.

"He was..." Hermione trailed off looking at the field. I was completely stunned. Either she could read my mind or I had just said that out loud.

"No she can't and yes you did." Ron said before looking up at the flying students on brooms.

"Damn" I muttered, avoiding the blow in the side Hermione was so willing to give me (She absolutely detested me swearing, cursing or even mouthing off someone). I was soon distracted by the hilarious commentating from no other than Lee Jordon, friend of Fred and George and fellow mischief maker, the troublesome four. I would say the fantastic four but I believe that's already taken.

"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angeline Johnson of Gryffindor. What an excellent Chaser that girl is, and attractive, too—"

"JORDAN!"

"Sorry Professor" Lee mumbled into the microphone, earning a laugh from me. McGonagall was keeping a close watch on him from what I could see and dispite the clear amusement on her face she was thoroughly ticked off.

"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 and—no, the Slytherin's have taken the Quaffle" I booed at this point rather loudly.

"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" I gave a thunderous yell at this and jumped up and down, waving the banner like a maniac along with the other two holding it.

"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 Slytherin's—that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger—sent his way be Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which"

"FRED!" I screamed to Lee who yelled 'Thanks' in return before continuing his commentating. I simply ignored everyone's questioning glances, clearly wondering how in the name of Merlin I could tell them apart, and just focused on the sounds of Lee's voice and Harry floating about the flied doing nothing. Well...looking for the Snitch.

"Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes, she's really flying, doges a speeding Bludger. The goal posts are ahead—come on, now Angelina—Keeper Bletchley dives—misses—GRYFFINDORS SCORE!" At this I screamed like a complete maniac and Dean, Seamus and I were waving the banner over our heads. They cheers from the Gryffindors pretty much drowned out the disappointed moans and howls from those Slytherin's.

"Budge up there, move along!" A familiar voice boomed from behind me before knocking me to the ground. "Sorry there Rosie," He said. His grubby left hand reached out and pulled me up with just a yank on my robes.

"It's ok Hagrid" I beamed back before resting my chin on Dean's shoulder as Hagrid squeezed in next to Hermione, Ron and me.

"Bin watchin' from me hut," said Hagrid, patting a large pair of binoculars around his neck, "But it isn't the same as bein' in the crowd. No sign of the Snitch yet eh?"

"Nope," said Ron. "Harry hasn't had much to do yet."

"Kept outta trouble, though, that's somethin'," said Hagrid, rasing his binoculars and peering skyward at the speck that was Harry. I did the same only squinting my eyes seeing as I didn't have any binoculars. He just appeared to be floating about looking for the snitch, apparently that was what Wood had told him to do.

"Slytherin in possession," Lee was saying rather grumpily. "Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the—wait a moment—was that the Snitch?" At this I craned my neck around and stood on my tip toes, as if I were pretending to be a Giraffe while searching for the Snitch, to help Harry.

I watched anxiously as Harry dived downward, neck and neck with the Slytherin Seeker. It was as if time had stopped because pretty much everyone on the pitch and in the stands were watching the two Seekers. Then WHAM! Marcus Flint had blocked Harry on purpose, sending harry's broom off course with him hanging on for dear life.

"FOUL!" I screeched along with pretty much all the Gryffindors.

"Send him off, ref! Red card!" Dean yelled by my side.

"What are you talking about, Dean?" Ron asked confusedly. He was clearly missing out on a lot of things.

"Red card!" said Dean furiously, all but stamping his feet in the process.

"In football you get shown the red card and you're out of the game," I explained.

"Oh...but this isn't football, Dean," Ron reminded him.

"They oughta change the rules. Flint coulda knocked Harry outta the air." Hagrid growled furiously. I tried to keep my temper in check by listening to Lee's commentating only it didn't help all that much.

"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 Spinner, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession." I couldn't help but laugh at Lee and McGonagall. They should definitely do this more often.

"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—Slytherin's score—A no..."

"Dunno what Harry thinks he's doing," Harry mumbled as he stared into his binoculars. "If I didn' know better, I'd say he'd lost control of his broom...but he can't have..." I snatched Dean's binoculars from his back pocket, carefully, and watched as harry struggled to keep hold of his broom. It wasn't a very good view because I was only holding them with on hand seeing as the other was gripping the poster tightly, but I didn't really care. I only cared about Harry being safe, that was all. He was my best friend after all. Harry's broom had given a wild jerk and Harry swung off it. He was now dangling from it, holding on with only one hand, I let out a terrified scream.

"Did something happen to it when Flint blocked him?" Seamus asked.

"Can't have," Hagrid said, his voice shaking like crazy. "Can't nothing interfere with a broomstick except powerful Dark magic—no kid could do that to a Nimbus Two Thousand." I handed Dean back his binoculars to which took with a confused face and I watched Hermione snatch Hagrids binoculars and frantically looked at the crowd.

"What are you doing?" moaned Ron, gray-faced.

"I knew it," Hermione gasper, "Snape...look." I grabbed Deans binoculars again, searching the croud till I found him. He had his eyes fixated on Harry and was muttering nonstop under his breath.

"He's doing something, jinxing the broom," said Hermione.

"What should we do?"

"Leave it to me" I growled, flinging Dean's binoculars back at him and zipping off into the crowd before they could say another word.

I fought my way across the stands to where Snape stood and raced along the row behind him; I didn't even apologise as I knocked Quirrel headfirst into the row in front. I couldn't care less; he smelt funny and needed an excuse to have a bath. That excuse was landing in some mud.

Once I reached Snape, I crouched down, pulled out my wand and whispered a quick spell Hermione had taught me earlier that day. And soon a few bright blue fames shot from my wand and onto the hem of Snape's robes. About thirty seconds later Snape let out a yelp and I realised I couldn't put it out. I saw a small, pale hand reach out with a jar and scooped them up and into her pocket, Hermione. We crawled our way back to the others, me thanking Hermione like crazy along the way.

We reached them just in time to see Harry speed toward the ground, clap his hand to his mouth like he was going to be sick all over the field, hit the field on all fours, cough and catch something gold that flew out of his mouth.

"I've got the Snitch!" he shouted, waving it above his head. I scurried down from the stands to the Quidditch field, the others in tow, and flung myself into Harry's arms.

"Well done Harry," I whispered into his ear before I released him.

"Thanks" He replied rather awkwardly before hugging Hermione.


"It was Snape," Ron explained as we sat in Hagrid hut drinking rather strong cups of tea. I love strong tea, yum.

"We saw him cursing your broomstick; he wouldn't take his eyes off you." I added, not mentioning the part when I set his coat on fire.

"Rubbish," said Hagrid, who was completely oblivious as to what had gone on next to him in the stands.

"Why would Snape do somethin' like that?" We each looked at each other and I could tell by the look in Harry's eye he was going to tell Hagrid the truth and that Hagrid wouldn't like it. The truth can hurt.

"I found out something about him," he told Hagrid. "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." I knew Hagrid wouldn't take it very well, he dropped the teapot and it landed on the floor with a crash.

"How do you know about Fluffy?" He asked, not bothering to clean up the mess on the floor. I walked over to the teapot as, listening to the conversation, and cleaned it up off the floor with a quick wave of my wand.

"Fluffy?"

"Yeah—he's mine—bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub las' year—I lent him to Dumlbedore to guard the..."

"Yes?"

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

"But Snape's trying to steal it!" I exclaimed, setting the now shiny teapot back on the table.

"Rubbish," Hagrid grumbled.

"I can just smash it again if you like then." I countered, thinking Hagrid was talking about the pot.

"Oh, no sorry Rosie, thank you but Snape's a Hogwarts teacher, he'd do nothin' of the sort."

"So why did he just try to kill harry!" cried Hermione. She seemed to have changed her tune about that greasy haired creep.

"I know a jinx when I see one, Hagrid, I've read all about them! You've got to keep eyes contact, and Snape wasn't blinking at all, I saw him!"

"I'm tellin' yeh, yer wrong!" said Hagrid hotly, his face as red as a tomato. "I don' know why Harry's broom acted like that, but Snape wouldn't try an' kill a student! Now, listen to me, all three of yeh—yer meddlin' in things that don' concern yeh. It's dangerous. You forget that dog, an' you forget what it's guardin', that's between Professor Dumbledore an' Nicolas Flamel—"

"Aha!" said Harry, "so there's someone called Nicolas Flamel involved, is there." Harry exclaimed sounded a lot like a bad detective in one of those cheesy Muggle films while Hagrid just looked beyond furious with himself. It was hard to not feel sorry for him, maybe he was right. Maybe Snape is one of the good guys, who knows?


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