I do not own Harry Potter. Amy and Karen belong to me. And COURTY I will definitely be using one of your ideas. Not sure when though.

Quidditch and Stuck

"We can't just let them get away with this!" Fred hissed.

"Don't worry, we'll make sure we at least play one game in the season. But right now we have revenge to think about," George said grimly. The two were seated on the couch in the common room. The silence was odd compared to the noise and laughter they were used to hearing. Everyone had left to watch the first Quidditch match of the season, which of course Fred and George were banned from.

"We were so close to making a break for it! I can't believe Snape caught us."

"Never mind that. What should our next prank be?"

Fred leaned back and drummed his fingertips on his kneecaps, brow furrowed. Finally a grin crawled across his face and he cackled. "I think I got just the plan, dear brother."

...

"Whoa...is that a Nimbus Two-Thousand and One?" Karen asked in awe, staring at the sleek broom Amy clutched in her hand.

"Yeah. Gran was real proud of me so she bought one. It's not a big deal though." She gestured towards the Quidditch pitch, where green-clad Slytherins were mounting their brooms and talking in hushed voices. "They all have the exact same broom."

"Are you two ready?" Oliver asked sharply. Amy quelled an eye-roll and nodded politely. From the quick practice sessions she and Karen had been given, she knew Oliver could get pretty spirited.

Harry shot her a quick grin and Amy adjusted her Gryffindor robes. The team ventured onto the pitch and Amy peered at the sky. Nice and blue with a slight breeze. Well, at least it wasn't raining.

"Captains shake hands!" Madame Hooch boomed, whistle hanging loosely in her hand. Oliver and Marcus glowered at each other and shook, but it seemed like they were trying to crush each other's fingers. The whistle blew and all the players flew into the air. Amy noted that Draco was the Slytherin team's Seeker, a fact that Harry didn't seem too happy about.

She twirled her bat in her hand and kept an eye out for the two black Bludgers. She had never played Quidditch before, but she figured it couldn't be terribly difficult.

It'd been just over a month, and Amy was already settled into what she considered her new home. Halloween would be in a few weeks' time, and she knew the twins would not hold back on that day. It would most definitely be interesting.

She felt a little guilty about taking the twins' position from them, but then again, all was fair in pranks and war.

Amy snapped her head up as the resounding crack of a bat hitting a Bludger filled the air. Amy swooped down and whacked the ball before it nailed a speeding Katie in the head. The Bludger flew and smacked into a Slytherin Chaser.

Katie scored and Slytherin got the Quaffle. Karen weaved gracefully through the players and hit the Bludger before it could strike Harry. The black ball veered towards Alicia and Amy intercepted it, hitting the Bludger so it struck the Slytherin with the Quaffle in the face.

He swore loudly and dropped the red ball. Lee cheered and Amy smirked at the praise he shouted into the magical microphone. The Slytherin scowled darkly at her as Angelina intercepted the Quaffle and made a goal.

Karen twirled between the players and diverted the Bludgers that were set on the Gryffindor Chasers. Her aim was a bit rough, but Amy was quick in correcting the course the Bludgers were set on. She dove when the Slytherin Beater tried to whack her in the head with his bat. Fortunately, Madame Hooch saw and called for a penalty.

"Nice flying."

Karen grinned as Amy swept past her. Being a pureblood, she had experience on a broom. Granted, she had only been on one a handful of times, always nervous, but it was a lot of fun now that she thought about it. With her flying and Amy's aim, they made a pretty good Beater team.

After deflecting a few Bludgers (Karen actually struck a Bludger right at Draco and busted his lip) there was few shrieks from the stands and Amy glanced around curiously. She spotted Draco and Harry jostling for the Golden Snitch. She grinned broadly when Harry caught it, and cheered along with the Gryffindors, Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs.

She did not notice as the angry Slytherin Beater reared back and hit the Bludger right towards the back of her head.

...

"Ugh," Amy moaned softly as her head pounded severely. She slowly opened her eyes and was glad that the lighting was dim. "Wait...where am I?"

"The hospital wing," said a voice to her right.

Amy jumped and winced as her head gave a violent pound and her stomach turned. The room blurred a bit before coming back into focus. "Geez...don't do that! Why am I in the hospital wing?"

Karen patted Amy's forehead gently with a cold cloth. "The Slytherin Beater-I think his name was Lucian Bole-hit you in the back of the head with a Bludger."

"Sore loser," Amy muttered and slowly sat up. The room came into view and she stared at the pile of sweets at the end of her bed. "Er..."

"The team got them for you as a get-well gift. Don't worry, I made sure Fred and George didn't get anywhere near them."

"Please tell me there's chocolate in there," Amy said hopefully, staring at the brightly wrapped sweets.

"Um...there's Chocolate Frogs." Karen dug through the pile and removed a wrapped Chocolate Frog. "We have different candies here than you're probably used to...oh, here are some Fudge Flies. No, they're not really flies. And some Chocolate Cauldrons. I wonder how they got these past Madame Pomfrey."

"Why do you say that?" Amy asked, curiously nibbling the head off the Chocolate Frog. She grinned and instantly shoved the rest in her mouth. Karen raised an eyebrow and Amy smiled sheepishly. "I really love chocolate...ooh, these Fudge Flies are good. Ahem. What were you saying?"

"Well, Chocolate Cauldrons are filled with Firewhiskey. That's an alcoholic drink for wizards. No one under seventeen is allowed to have them."

Amy studied the box and popped one in her mouth. A rather strong liquid exploded on her tongue and Amy shuddered, chucking the box back in the pile. "Ugh, that's pretty gross. Want to try?"

Karen wrinkled her nose, but tried one. She instantly spat it out. "Ugh! I can't believe my mother likes this stuff." She stuffed the box in the trashcan and leaned back in her chair. Amy turned and glanced outside. The sky was black and sparkling with silver stars.

"I guess I better tell Madame Pomfrey you're awake before she tears my head off," Karen said after a moment of peaceful silence. She got up and went around the corner. Soon Madame Pomfrey came bustling up and began checking her vitals.

"What day is it today?" Pomfrey asked.

"October twenty-fifth," Amy answered.

"Good, good. You'll have a nasty headache, but this potion should tide you over." She handed Amy a beaker and the girl chugged the contents and handed the empty beaker back to the Healer. It left a tingling sensation on her tongue, but the throb in her head started to dull.

"Thanks!"

"It's my job, dear. It would have been a lot worse if Thomas hadn't caught you."

Amy looked at the blushing Karen in surprise. "You caught me?"

"The second you tipped off the broom she was by your side and hauling you up. She gave Bole a nasty hex as well." Pomfrey frowned at Karen in disapproval. "You're well enough to leave, but if that headache comes back, report to me at once."

"Yes Madame Pomfrey."

With Karen's help she gathered the sweets and the duo left. It was well past curfew, so by the time they entered the common room everyone was asleep. Karen and Amy dumped the sweets on the sofa and collapsed into in.

"So what curse did you use on Bole?"

"The Bat Bogey Hex," Karen answered. "McGonagall took away three points and gave me a detention before Snape could get his hands on me."

"Thanks for catching me."

"No problem."

Amy fell asleep on one side of the sofa. Karen dozed off on the other, and in the middle sat a pile of sweets.

...

"I feel kind of bad...she did help Gryffindor win the match and she just got out of the infirmary."

"George, I'm sure Bole will regret the day he messed with Amy Houston. Right now we have some Transfiguration to do." Fred twirled his wand.

George sighed. "McGonagall is gonna kill us."

It was morning, but due to Amy's head injury and Karen's beautiful hexing, the Gryffindors decided to let the girls continue sleeping, and only a few kids stole some Ice Mice from the pile of sweets on the sofa. Now Amy, Karen, Fred and George were the only kids left in the common room.

And Fred was ready to put his brilliant plan into action. "They won't know what hit them."

...

Amy sat up and moaned softly. She rubbed her eyes and went to step off the couch...

...only to yank her foot back up as something bit her.

"What the-?" She stared at her foot and blinked at the two small red bite marks. "I don't want to look...I don't want to look."

She looked. And instantly cursed and collapsed against the back of the sofa. The twins had transfigured the entire common room while they were asleep.

The space between the sofa and the fireplace was now a pond with snapping...things swirling around. From the portrait hole to the back of the sofa was a muddy bog. The path to her dorms seemed to be burning coals. The twins had made sure to place her wand and Karen's wand on top of the fireplace. "Fantastic...Karen! Wake up!"

"What's the matter?" Karen asked, pushing herself up and blinking tiredly. She glanced down to the floor and froze. "Am I dreaming?"

"Nope. So...you want to get the wands?"

Karen peered into the water and shook her head. "I'd like to keep my toes, thank you." She got up and leapt onto the hot coals. She shrieked and sprinted across, kicking up embers as she went. Diving onto the staircase, she blew on her scorched feet and scowled. "I can't believe them! We're going to be late for class!"

"That's the last thing we have to worry about!" Amy snapped. Karen gingerly got to her feet and limped up the stairs to get dressed and retrieve their schoolbags.

Amy stared at the wands on the fireplace and clucked her tongue in thought. She glanced at the sweets beside her and picked up a Peppermint Imp. She chucked it in the water and watched the snapping things zoom after it. She quickly counted the time it took for them to gobble up the treat and zoom back. Roughly five seconds.

"Here we go..." Amy scooped up a handful of Peppermint Imps and chucked them to the side. The snapping things zoomed after them once more and the blonde jumped into the pond. The cold water reached up to her waist, much to her annoyance, and she quickly waded to the fireplace. She snagged the wands and scrambled back to the couch, shrieking when one of the black, pudgy snappers latched on to her finger. "For the love of-get off!"

She shook her finger frantically and the snapper flew off. She stared at the second bite and scowled. Her pyjamas were plastered to her body and she quickly preformed a warming spell.

Karen limped down the stairs, dressed in her school robes and book bag slung over one shoulder. Amy muttered, "Aguamenti!" A jet of water streamed from the tip of her wand and splattered onto the hot coals. Steam rose in the air and Karen stumbled through it, hissing in pain.

"Did that help?" Amy asked.

"A bit, but it still stings. The twins stole our shoes." Karen climbed over the arm of the sofa and handed Amy her bag and school robes. Karen closed her eyes to let her change and only opened them when Amy poked her.

"So...what do we do about the mud?" Karen asked, taking her wand back. Amy studied the situation before them and groaned.

"I can't think of a spell," Amy admitted, hiking up her robes and making her way through the mud. Karen scowled and followed.

"You're going to be late! You've already missed-good heavens!" the Fat Lady exclaimed, staring as the two girls exited the common room. "What happened to you?"

"Weasleys!"