The only thing I claim to own is my empty bank account, so please no suing. J.K. Rowling the amazing fictional artist that she is owns all the characters, and a bit of plot :). Which is why she is rich, and I am not.

This is my first story ever written and posted, so please constructive criticism only, no flaming. I know the likely hood of a 14 year old being scouted for a Premier League like the Arsenals is probably 0, but I thought it would be fun to write. With that being said I am American, and my knowledge of European football is not the best. So, if you have any tips please message me. I also do not have Beta, and apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

When Zane entered the common rooms he noticed his group of friends sitting by the fires waiting for him. Everyone had already gone up to bed, but the twins, Dean, Ginny, Hermione, and surprisingly Neville. Zane and Neville had never been super close, but there was no animosity between them either. When the portrait shut he suddenly had six pairs of eyes on him. He walked over and sat between the twins on the sofa.

"Oh Zane thank goodness we were worried." Hermione said.

"Yeah mate,"
"with how livid"
"Snape looked we"
"were afraid he finally"
"chopped you up"
"and used you"
"for potion ingredients."

Zane snorted, "No he would never do that. It would mean he couldn't yell at me if the potion came out wrong."

"So what happened Zane?" Ginny asked.

"I went into the room, and all hell broke lose. Professors yelling, Minster Fudge looking like he had seen a ghost, that git Bagman going on about how wonderful the whole thing is, and I got accused of cheating."

"But you weren't even here from the opening to the closing of the goblet!" Dean said.

"They accused me of asking an older student to put my name in. Eventually I got sick of the whole thing I asked for some veritaserum to clear my name."

"But doesn't that have to be approved by the ministry before it can be administered?" Neville asked.

"Fudge? He agree to it Zane?" Hermione asked.

"Yep, honestly the man was so shaken up I think he would have agreed to just about anything to get out of there. If you ask me there is something going on with that, I mean he couldn't have been that freaked out about an extra name coming out of the goblet. Seems a little odd to me."

"So what happened after you proved you didn't do it?" Fred asked.

"Yeah you were gone for a long time, its way past curfew." George added.

"They started arguing about who did, and what was their reason could be for doing so, cheating or to lead me to my immediate doom. I didn't actually care though, finding the person responsible isn't my biggest problem right now, and I actually think they should do some work for once instead of putting it on my shoulders. I would have been back sooner, but I just got so mad, and ran towards the pitch to blow of some steam. Oliver, Cedric, Viktor and one of my friends from Slytherin actually followed me out there, and helped. Cedric transfigured some balls and rolled them to me while the others tried to block them. Then we sat around and talked for a while, and I headed back up here. What about here, what happened on this side of things while I was gone?" He asked in hopes of changing the subject. They were his friends but he didn't trust them like he did the other four.

"Well for the most part no believes you put your name in the goblet, but there is a small group that actually thinks you did." Hermione said.

"Let me guess your brother is one of them?" He asked while looking at the twins.

"Yes and the rest of our dorm mates." Neville answered. "That's actually why I'm here, I wanted to warn you that they are planing on teaching you a lesson, their words not mine."

"Great." Zane grimaced.

"Try not to worry about it to much Zane, I don't think there is much they can do, they know you excel far past them in jinxes and curses, and you could easily get them back if they tried anything." Ginny said.

"You give them"
"and their brain"
"capacity to much"
"credit Gin"
"they will still"
"try. However"
"when they do"
"we will show them" interjected Zane.
"why you don't"
"don't mess with"
"anyone that is"
"a part of"
"the greatest group of pranksters to ever walk the halls of Hogwarts." All three of them finished together.

"Blimey mate its creepy enough when they do it, but you joining in with them is just plain scary." Dean winced.

Everyone started laughing. "Well I guess we should head up, it's already pretty late, and I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be a long day." Everyone agreed and bid each other goodnight and the boys headed to their side and the girls to theirs. They climbed the stairs, and Neville, Dean, and Zane stopped at their dorm while the twins continued up. When they walked in it was quiet and the curtains were drawn on each of the beds minus three. It was dark but there just enough light for Zane to see the disaster that was his area. The curtains were ripped off the post and lying around his bed, all of his belongings were spread on the floor and a lot of them were destroyed. He saw pictures of him and his family ripped into pieces and placed to spell cheater on his trunk. His robes he could tell had been destroyed by magical means, and there would be no hope in repairing them. Luckily all of his Arsenal things were in his gym bag that he kept on him at all times. To top it all off on his bed was the word freak spelled out in green glowing paint. Neville and Dean were horrified, they knew they others had threatened to teach him a lesson but this was way farther than they ever thought they would go. Zane's shoulders tensed when he read the word on his bed. No one in his dorm knew about his past, but they knew that word bothered him. Before he learned silencing charms, they had all heard him say it few times in his sleep when the nightmares of Vernon got to bad.

"Zane I'm so..." Neville started but stopped when he saw Zane put his finger up to his lips and point to the two other beds. He threw up a silencing and disillusion spell around the whole area.

"You never know if they're still awake. Don't apologize it's not your fault Neville, you stayed behind to warn me you could have never know they do this."

"Do we go get McGonagall?" Dean asked.

"No in some sick way it just be giving them what they want, they wanted me to be affected by this, and I'm not going to give them the satisfaction. Besides if we went to the professors now they constantly be watching me. I wouldn't be able to get revenge. Hand me your camera will you Neville?" Neville went a dug in his trunk found the camera and handed to Zane, who then took pictures of everything and gave it back. "Do me a favor and get those developed as soon as possible will you?" Neville nodded. "This way I can get some retribution and if they go crying it was me I can take them down as well." Zane then began to tidy up, he spelled his pictures to fix them selves and fly back into his album and frames, and he banished the paint from his bed while setting the curtains straight. He took any of his wizarding clothes that weren't ruined and folded them up and sent them to his gym bag. He then sent any of his other belongings that could be fixed and he didn't need daily to his trunk. He would have to contact his parents and let them know he needed to order new robes; he also needed to inform them of the tournament. He pinched the bridge of his nose, this night just kept getting longer and better. He studied his bed and wardrobe and made sure anything of importance was placed in his trunk; he then shrunk it and put it in his pocket. He transfigured a replica trunk and sent it to the end where his real one was before. He grabbed his backpack with his school things and playbook from under his bed. He was thankful for small mercies that they were to stupid to look under there for anything; he would have been pissed if something happened to his assignments, or his playbook. He threw his two bags over his shoulder and looked over at Dean and Neville. "You can go ahead and go to sleep, I'm going to go down to the commons to write a letter, so it can be sent out first thing, and I will be back when I'm finished. I will need to borrow some robes from one of if that's all right, I'll just add a lengthening spell to make them fit. When they wake up in the morning I don't want them to think of anything as off, act like nothing happened."

"Got it Zane." Dean said. "I'll stick the robes in your wardrobe before I go to sleep, that way it confuses them more when you go to get them as normal."

"Thanks mate. I will you see you both in the morning." He then left the room while leaving the spells up so no one other than Dean and Neville would know he left. He made his way into the common room, and took out his trunk. He looked at his watch for a moment and settled on a course of action. He set the dial to the letter M, and started speaking into it.

"Marcus are you awake?"

I am now

"I'm sorry to wake you, but I need you to do something for me."

What is it?

"Some Gryffindors decided to destroy my things tonight, to teach me a lesson against cheating."

What?! Who?

"Doesn't matter I will tell you later, I already have revenge plan forming."

First thing in the morning I want to know who and I want to hear about this plan!

"Of course, of course. Right now I need you to hold onto my trunk there in Slytherin. I already fixed everything in there, and don't feel like doing it again if they decide to go for round two."

Okay I can do that. How will you get it to me?

Zane laughed and put the watch on hold for a second. "Dobby." He called.

"Yes Zane sir, you be calling for Dobby what can Dobby be doing to help his friend sir?" Dobby said hopping up and down.

"I need you to take this trunk to Marcus Flint in the Slytherin dorms. He is my friend and is going to watch it for me."

"Dobby can be doing that, yes he can sir." He grabbed ahold of the trunk and popped out. Zane took the watch off hold and just waited.

Well that answered that question.

Zane laughed. "Thanks Marcus I'll fill you in tomorrow."

You better.

Marcus closed the connection on his side. Zane chuckled Marcus wasn't the most pleasant person when woken up in the middle of the night. He got to work on his letter to his parents detailing everything that went on including the fact he would be owl ordering new robes and why. He grabbed a few catalogs and wrote down his order numbers and gave instructions for the owner to take money out of his vault. He was going to wait till morning to send them both off but decided it was important to get it off as soon as possible. So he called for Dobby once more and asked him two take the two letters to the owlery and send one to his parents, and the other off to the robe shop. Before he crawled into bed that night he took down his disillusionment spell, but kept the silencing one up. Last thoughts he had in his head before succumbing to sleep, was about all the horrific pranks he was going to play on his dorm mates.

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