I AM SO SO SO SORRY FOR BEING GONE AS LONG AS I WAS!
I just got so stuck on this chapter and I couldn't work on it for the longest time, but ALAS! I've got a brand new freshly written chapter for you all to enjoy! :)
Also, for those of you who are interested in my writing, I've made a second AO3 account under the name Lyhtma. I've been having a really bad writers block, so I decided to work on a 100 words challenge using my own characters from a book I'm currently writing, so for those of you who like my writing and are interested in my Original Work, go check it out! works/1436812/chapters/3021685
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So anyhow, I hope everyone will forgive me for the lateness and will enjoy the chapter, so, viola!
~Snow.
I don't own Harry Potter otherwise a lot of people would've lived and Voldy would be a good-two-shoes. Haha.
Weeks passed and as they did Harry found himself getting busier by the day. Not only were there Quidditch practices five times a week, but on top of his classes - which were starting to get harder as they moved onto slightly more difficult spells and wand movements, plants and potions - and his weekly harmless pranks with the twins, and his independent studies he was doing in the library during his breaks when he could spare the time. He was finding himself starting to love the fact that Hermione, Neville and the twins were his friends, or best friends in the twins' case.
Hermione and Neville were always willing to help him go through the library books, to help practice spells and read through each other's essays and such. Neville helped Harry with Herbology, and Hermione helped him through History of Magic. Harry's Charms, Transfiguration, Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts grades were at the top by himself. So, in thanks for helping him with his weaker subjects, Harry helped Neville with Potions and Charms, and Hermione with Defense Against the Dark Arts, the only class that she and Harry weren't tied in for top grades as Harry was better at DADA than she was, as for some odd reason she struggled with it.
The twins, however, Harry was especially glad to have, to help take the stress off of him as the Quidditch season started, and Gryffindor's first game was coming up soon. The pranks that he pulled with Fred and George helped Harry to relax more, and Harry often found himself hiding under the covers late at night with a soft Lumos having been cast, his wand pointing at the Marauder's Map as he looked it over, something about the Map making him feel… More comfortable and cared for, something about the Map made him have a homey feel in his heart, to Harry's confusion, and something about the Map seemed familiar... Though Harry couldn't figure out why.
Though, before he knew it, it was the morning of the Gryffindor's first Quidditch match, and Harry was feeling queasy as he made his way slowly down to the Great Hall, the twins already there and waiting for him.
"Hey, Harry." Fred and George greeted him at the same time as he took his usual place between them, and they both clasped a comforting hand to his shoulders.
Harry smiled weakly at them, poking a piece of sausage that Fred had put on his plate with his fork.
"It's alright to be nervous, we were during our first match, nearly hit a couple of the Chasers by mistake… Not our team's though." George half-joked, smiling a bit wider when Harry weakly chuckled, before frowning slightly as he watched Harry weakly poke at his toast.
"Go on Harry, eat a bit of toast, you'll need your strength today. Don't worry about the match so much, alright?" Fred said gently, ruffling Harry's hair and making the smaller boy squawk unhappily. "If we win, we win, and if we don't, we don't. Though, with our team this year, and especially with you, I'm sure we'll win." George nodded in agreement.
"Thanks Fred… George…" Harry smiled a bit weakly as he picked up a piece of toast and started to nibble on it, making the twins relax at seeing the really-skinny boy eat.
"No problem-"
"No problem at all-"
"Harrykins." The twins finished together, making Harry roll his eyes good naturedly.
It wasn't long after breakfast that Oliver made the Gryffindor Quidditch Team march down to the training rooms and started on a very, very long speech that nearly made Harry fall asleep, his eyelids drooping as he leaned against George.
After the prep-talk they walked over to the doors that would lead out to the Quidditch stadium and Harry gripped his broom tightly in his hands, nearly jumping as the twins both put a hand reassuringly on his shoulders and he glanced back at them to give them a weak smile before the doors opened and Harry mounted his broom before kicking off the ground.
His sleepiness left him along with his nervousness as he flew into the air, the wind whistling in his ears as he laughed happily, doing a few loops on his broom to work off a bit of the excess energy that Harry was feeling.
Harry heard the twins laughing lightly at him as the players took their places on the field and he heard the blowing on the whistle as the game started.
He zoomed around the pitch, his eyes darting around, looking for the Snitch as the other Seeker did too. Whenever the Gryffindor team scored, he would do a loop to let off the extra energy he was feeling as adrenaline pumped through his veins and he was circling the pitch for the fourth time when it happened.
Green eyes widened slightly in surprise as his fingers tightened their hold on his broom as the broom started to try to buck him off. His knuckles were white as Harry held on for his dear life, the game continuing as no one noticed that the new Gryffindor Seeker's broom was trying to get rid of its rider.
No one but Hermione, Neville and Hagrid, that was.
When Harry had finally been noticed by the rest of the school, the twins immediately took a spot under Harry - circling under him like hungry sharks would circle their meal - waiting for him to fall so that one of them, or both, could catch him before he would it the ground.
Slytherin scored five times during the time that Harry's broom was trying to buck him off, before it suddenly stopped and Harry – who had been only hanging on by one hand – pulled himself up onto the broom and zoomed towards the ground - the pale faced Weasley twins following him – a hand clapped to his mouth as his broom slowed down towards the ground and Harry collapsed onto all fours and burped up the golden Snitch.
The game ended in much confusion.
The Slytherin Quidditch Team Captian, Flint, could still be heard hours later yelling angrily, "He didn't catch it, he nearly swallowed it!"
But that didn't help, Harry hadn't broken any rules, and Gryffindor had won. Though, Harry wouldn't know of Flint's displeasure until the next day, as he was down at Hagrid's cabin with Hermione, Neville and the Twins.
As Harry sipped his rather strong tea, he and the Twins listened to Hermione and Neville telling them on how it was Snape who was cursing Harry's broom.
"I've read about curses, you've got to keep eye contact and Snape wasn't blinking." The girl said smartly, "So, I set his robes on fire, without him knowing it was me, and the curse stopped."
"You set Snape on fire?" The Twins roared with laughter and Harry frowned slightly, he too, had read that book on curses.
"Counter curses need eye contact too." He pointed out, but sighed when he was ignored and turned his attention instead to the copy of the Daily Profit on Hagrid's table.
Harry's eyebrows rose to his hairline as he took in the title of the front page, and carefully picking it up, he read the article as Hermione, Neville and the Twins talked eagerly about the match and classes.
It wasn't until later, when nearly everyone in Gryffindor tower had gone to bed, when Harry was able to pull the Twins aside and told them about the fact that it was possible that Snape was uttering a counter curse, and pointed out that Hermione had knocked someone over – though the girl couldn't remember who it was – and the Twins shared a look before pursing their lips as they listened to Harry's facts.
He also told them about the break in at Gringotts on his birthday, the day he was there. The Twins were horrified to hear about the breakout, saying that their older brother Bill worked at the wizard bank, in Egypt, and how many curses and stuff you had to get through to even open the door to an old vault.
Harry told them about the package that Hagrid had gotten, and they pondered over that fact for a little while, wondering if it what the thief was after was the package or not.
It was nearly one in the morning before they, the twins and Harry, decided to put off their thoughts until the next morning when they'd be more awake. They wished each other goodnight, shared a round of hugs before heading to bed.
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~Snow.
