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Umm…. Hi? I know… It's been way too long… Again. But I'm back! Hehe. Quidditch match time!

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It was the day of the Quidditch match, the sun shone bright and the air blew cold as Jack descended to breakfast.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were already there, with Hermione trying to cajole a pale, nervous Harry to eat some toast as Ron gobbled down his own portion as usual.

"Hey Jack" greeted Ron as he slid in beside them.

He and Harry had told them of their encounter with Snape the night before, Ron had believed them wholeheartedly, while Hermione was less certain, only agreeing to keep an eye out- whatever the case, right now their primary concern was not Snape, but the upcoming Quidditch match.

"Hey." He responded, before turning to Harry, who, in his nervousness, seemed to have not even noticed him.

"She's right, you know." He said, taking a piece of bread to eat. "At least drink something. You don't want to be dying of a cotton tongue during the match," he grinned.

Sighing, Harry picked at the plate of food Hermione had picked out for him, giving Jack a weak smile.

"Don't worry." He comforted. "We'll crush those Slytherins!"

O"Yesh." Mumbled Ron through a mouthful of breakfast. "Don't worry."

"Yes." Hermione agreed. "After all, it'll be a nice break from all these mysteries, won't it?"

Dead wrong.

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After finally convincing Harry to eat a piece of toast, the foursome headed outside to the Quidditch pitch, Jack grinning all the way. He couldn't wait to fly again-!

He had attached some little sticks to the edge of his staff/wand and decided to use it as his broom. It would be strange, sitting on it, but he couldn't stand flying on their school brooms again. Yeesh.

Harry, luckily, wouldn't have to suffer it either, as Wood had provided him a Nimbus Two Thousand, supposedly the best broom out there.

As they arrived outside, Jack swore he could see a visible green tinge come across Harry's features. It seemed the entire school had come out to watch the event, and were all up in the stands, talking and yelling and waving banners around.

Putting an arm around Harry's shoulders- he could understand his nervousness, he wasn't too good with large crowds, either. It was hard to get used to the fact people could see him- he led him to the changing rooms.

Wishing each other good luck on the pitch, the two changed quickly into their Gryffindor robes before heading back out for the before- game speech.

Jack found himself zoning out- why couldn't the game just start already? And only jerked back to the present when the others began to head out, Harry politely waiting for him.

Madam Hooch was refereeing the match, and, after reminding them to have a fair match, she allowed them to mount their brooms.

Grinning wildly, Jack mounted his staff, which he had enlarged in the change rooms, before surveying the area.

The Slytherin captain was burly and mean- looking, glaring fiercely at the Gryffindors, and the rest didn't look much better.

Harry still looked nervous, though slightly less now. Following his gaze, he could see why. A flashing banner hovered over them, showing Potter for President. Shaking his head slightly, Jack looked around for Ron and Hermione, who were cheering loudly from the "Gryffindor supporter" side of the stadium.

Smiling, Jack's attention was brought back to the pitch as Hooch lifted her whistle to her lips, giving a shrill blast that signalled the beginning of the match.

Summoning Wind to lift him, Jack rose rapidly into the air. Glancing down, he saw Harry determinedly flying towards the Quaffle as the commentary begun.

Jack found that, once again, he didn't pay much attention, even when he could dimly hear McGonagall shouting at the commentator, he kept focused, scanning for the golden body of the Snitch.

The Snitch.

He couldn't help but snort at that, same name he called Snape!

Smiling, he peered down once more, watching the events of the game.

Just as he looked, he saw Harry pass the ball to Angelina, another Chaser, who managed to score.

"GRYFFINDOR SCORE!" Cried the commentator excitedly, as Harry grinned wildly, looking proud of himself.

Grinning himself, it was hard to get himself to refocus on the game, but he eventually succeeded, once again looking around for the Snitch. Suddenly, an uneasy feeling prickled along his spine, and he dodged rapidly to the side as a Bludger flew by. Sighing in relief, that would have hit his head, he righted himself and flew on.

Peering around, Jack's eyes brightened as he spotted a flash of gold by someones ear.

Summoning the Wind, he raced after it, but the other Seeker had noticed it as well.

With the help of Wind, Jack was in the lead. He was going to get it-! But then another Slytherin suddenly barrelled into him, Jack barely holding on with Wind's help, and the Snitch escapes.

Wind angrily knocks the Slytherin to the side, unhappy with his treatment of Jack, before returning to his side.

The Gryffindor bystanders mutter angrily among themselves, and a penalty to Gryffindor is taken, so at least one good thing came out of it.

Sighing, he had just flown upward once more for a better view of the pitch when it happened.

His staff bucked below him. Wind confusedly circled around him, wondering why he was suddenly behaving so strangely.

Jack furrowed his brows, why was it doing this? In his 300 years plus with his staff, it had never done this before, why now? He looked down, wondering if it was only him, but Harry appeared to be having the same problem with his broom, as it bucked and jerked like a rodeo horse.

As his staff hopped upward yet again, Jack was forced to pull his gaze from the sight and focus on his own predicament. He knew that if he did fall, he could always get Wind to catch him, but that wouldn't exactly help him to 'stay low', so it best if he managed to not fall.

Wincing as his staff jerked again, going to the point it was almost completely vertical, he suddenly caught a glimpse of their eccentric defence against the dark arts teacher, lips moving silently as he mumbled.

Ice blue eyes narrowing, Jack didn't get long to reflect on this strange development as his staff flipped completely upside- down, leaving him hanging precariously. A brief glimpse of Harry revealed him in the same situation.

Then, suddenly, he felt a small shudder go through his staff, and it once again could be easily controlled, as he righted it, he wondered what had happened, why had it so suddenly stopped? And why had it happened in the first place? An image flashed in his mind, Quirrel mouthing something, eyes on him… And Harry. What did that have to do with it?

Pointing his staff toward the ground, he no longer was in a Quidditch mood after the latest development, he suddenly saw a flash of bright gold, which flew toward his face at an alarming rate.

The Snitch! He realized, just as he suddenly felt it enter his open mouth, the sharp metallic taste combined with the fluttering wings led to quite a poor experience.

Yuck.

Landing quickly, he spat the offending ball into his hand, holding it up.

"Got the Snitch!" He cried, gagging at the taste.

At least they won, he thought.

As he and Harry talked afterward with Hermione and Ron, he learned that Snape and supposedly been the one to cause it, having been cursing the two… By muttering under his breath and keeping eye contact with them.

What had Quirrel been doing, exactly?

Just that.

This by no means meant he thought Snape was innocent, but something fishy was going on here, and he had every intention of finding out what.

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Sooo… I don't know about this chapter… not quite my best, but I hope you still like it. And I know I didn't include the Nicolas Flamel thing… I'll have to incorporate that next chapter. Hope it's okay! And... Also sorry it's kinda short. Hehe.

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