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Author's Note: Wow long time no update. Again, my apologies. Writer's block, plus other stories to update equals spacy updates. I know this is short, but I needed something up, and I hope you all enjoy it.


Chapter 6: Essays and Quidditch

Anna,

As I've told you, I've told you everything you need to know.

Hope to see you and Remus at Christmas.

Aunt Caroline

Anna stared at the letter in disbelief.

Seriously? Two freaking lines, and she was just supposed to go about her day and get through her lessons like it was normal?

Not likely. She crumpled the letter and tossed it to the ground.

"Incendio." she muttered, pointing her wand at it. The paper ignited.

"Anna? What are you doing?" she looked up to see Harry walking toward her.

"Burning some old notes." she lied. "They're from last year - and seeing as Lockhart was our teacher, they're rubbish."

Harry laughed and sat down on the bench next to her.

"Very true."

"Are you ready for the Quidditch match tomorrow?" she asked. "Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff. Should be a good game, right?"

He nodded.

"Definitely." he said. "Are you coming?"

She smiled.

"Wouldn't miss it."


The last thing Anna expected to see in Defense Against the Dark Arts, was Snape walking in, using his wand to close the shutters of the windows.

"Turn to page three hundred and ninety-four." he said when he had reached the front of the room.

Most of the students did it without question.

She frowned, twisting around in her seat as Harry called,

"Please sir, where's Professor Lupin?"

Wait...was the full moon tonight? That would explain a lot. Anna sighed, waiting for Snape's response.

"That's not really your concern, is it Potter?" he said coolly. "Suffice it to say that your professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time. Turn to page three hundred and ninety-four!"

She barely listened as Hermione questioned the lesson (Werewolves. Well that was different.), and Harry protested against the essay Snape had assigned - two rolls of parchment? That was insane - because of the Quidditch match tomorrow.

She sighed. She just wanted to go back to her dormitory and relax a little.

That didn't look like it was going to happen.


Anna hated rain.

Okay maybe she didn't really hate it, but she was not really partial to watching a Quidditch match in the middle of a torrential downpour. Sure, she knew that the matches weren't canceled unless extreme circumstances permitted (she was forcibly reminded of the match that had been canceled last year because Hermione had been attacked by whatever monster lived in the Chamber of Secrets), but a little notice would have been nice. She was freezing.

One of the Gryffindor Chasers' - Katie Bell? - brooms caught fire from a lightning strike and she saw Harry swerve to avoid her.

Then she saw the Hufflepuff seeker - Cedric Diggory - streak off with Harry on his tail. So the Snitch had to have been spotted. Great.

She tucked several sopping wet strands of hair behind her ear and tried to watch as the two sped off into the clouds.

Ten minutes later, she screamed, and she knew she wasn't the only one.

Harry was falling toward the ground, broom nowhere to be seen. To her amazement and relief, she noticed that he did not hit the ground hard (someone, was it Luna? told her that Dumbledore had prevented it).

She turned and left the stands, running straight for the castle.


Hope you all enjoyed this. Thoughts?

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