Chapter 9: Stop and Stare
Harry noticed right off that his sister was happy as they walked up the stairs.
"So, you finally get your first crush to notice you. Smooth sis." Harry smirked at his sister who didn't hesitate to hit him on the arm.
"What Oliver is cute? I like him. Not as much as you like Hermione but I like him. At least it will make this year a bit more bearable. What with you and Iris having someone at least I'm not just the tag along sister wheel."
"Nah, Kami you'd never be a wheel to me. You are my twin. I literally wouldn't be complete without you. What the hell?" They just approached the portrait when they noticed that the Fat Lady was gone.
In a flash Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall are at the scene of the crime looking into the nearby portraits trying to find out where the Fat Lady went. The painting was torn and ripped.
"Search every painting. Use the ghosts if you have to." Professor Dumbledore said looking at Professor McGonagall and Filtch.
"You won't be needing the ghosts sir, there she is." Filtch pointed upwards.
"My lady who did this to you?" Professor Dumbledore asked.
"Remember it just like he was here again. It was Sirius Black, he's here in the castle!" The Fat Lady yelled.
Not even fifteen minutes later the Gryffindors were being rushed into the Great Hall along with the rest of the students. The Gryffindors were getting everyone else up to speed. And now the hall was buzzing with talk about how Sirius Black got inside the castle.
Around three in the morning Professor Dumbledore came in to check on how things were going. Followed by Professor Snape.
"Remember the little chat that I had with you at the start of term Professor?" Professor Snape seemed anxious to get something off of his chest.
"I don't believe that a single person inside this castle would allow Black to enter much less help him enter."
"Very well."
"What was that all about?" Ron asked from their squishy purple sleeping bags in the corner that they chose.
"Dunno." Was everyone's response.
As the first Quidditch Match of the season drew closer and closer the weather turned worse and worse.
"Okay I've got good news and bad news." Oliver Wood announced at the next Quidditch practice.
"You have stopped dating my twin?" Harry said and made everyone laugh at Oliver's serious gaze.
"Very funny, but Flint claims that their seekers arm is still injured so they can't play. So, we are playing Hufflepuff instead. And we have a huge problem. Cedric is no push over."
"Don't worry so much Oliver, it's Hufflepuff." Fred emphasized.
"Not to mention the fact that the Captain won't want to wash away his good looks." George and Fred high fived with that joke.
"I can't believe you guys aren't taking this seriously." Oliver whined.
"Oh we are Oliver. I promise me and Harry are at least."
"Dating two weeks and he's whipped." Everyone started laughing at Oliver again.
When the dream team entered their Defense Against the Dark Arts class they were in for a rude awakening. Professor Snape was there instead of Professor Lupin.
"Where is Professor Lupin?" Harry asked the moment he walked in.
"He's ill. Now sit down Mr. Potter." Harry took his usual seat next to Kami.
"I don't think so. We'll put the know it all's together shall we."
"Miss Potter trade places with Mr. Lewis." Kami looked at her brother and then she gathered her things and sat down next to Hermione.
"And I think we will take off ten points for the glare that Mr. Potter is giving me." Snape smiled.
"What gives you the right to change our seating?" Iris suddenly spoke up.
"That will be another five points from Gryffindor for that outburst Miss Hewson. And might I say you are walking a thin line with me."
"Now that Professor Lupin doesn't know how to organize anything and I have no idea what you've covered I'll have to do some housekeeping."
"Please sir, we've covered Red Caps-" Hermione started and was cut off.
"Silence I didn't ask you, you know it all. In fact I think I'll take another five points from Gryffindor for having a know it all in my class."
"And Professor Lupin is the best Defense Against the Dark Art Teacher we've ever had." Dean Thomas yelled out. Murmurs of agreement rang out.
"Silence, today we shall discuss werewolves."
"But sir, we were due to start hinkypunks today." Hermione tried telling Snape in vain.
"I believe that is the second time you've talked out of turn today Miss Granger. That's another 5 points from Gryffindor. Now turn to page 394. All of you now! Now who can tell me the difference between a werewolf and a regular wolf?" Hermione and Kami raised their hands to no ones surprise.
"No one? Do you mean to tell me that Professor Lupin is stupid enough to not teach you the difference?"
"We told you we aren't starting that unit yet." Parvarti spoke up.
"Well I'll make a point of telling Professor Dumbledore how far behind you are."
"But please Professor. The snout of the werewolf-"
"Silence Miss Potter! Another 5 points from Gryffindor for being a know it all and being so self absorbed. It's only because you are famous that you have friends. If you weren't you would have been alone."
"You asked a bloody question!" Ron started through glinting teeth.
"Yeah, don't ask what you do not what to be told!" Blake finished.
"Detention both of you. And if you two value your status at this school you'll never insult how I teach again."
The rest of the class went by silently with wishes as to when Lupin will get better. At the end of class Snape called Ron and Blake back to arrange their detentions.
"I'm scrubbing bedpans in the hospital wing without magic!" Ron barked
"Yeah, and I'm stuck with Filtch doing whatever he asks me to do for an entire evening." Blake looked just as furious.
The next morning at the breakfast table Oliver Wood was in shambles.
"This is going to be a really tough one."
"Don't worry Oliver we don't mind a bit of rain do we Harry." Kami kissed his cheek and Oliver relaxed enough to nibble on some toast.
Before they walked out on the Quidditch field Kami charmed her glasses and Harry's to repel water. And from the looks of the outside of the locker room…it was a really good idea.
"Mount your brooms." Madame Hooch called out.
Harry couldn't tell through all the clouds and rain what was going on. Nor could he hear the commenting over the rolling thunder.
Kami on the other hand was dodging Hufflepuff's left and right scoring one right after the other. Apparently the Hufflepuff chasers couldn't score to save their lives and couldn't save either. So, it wasn't much of a surprise when they were up by 150 points.
Suddenly out of nowhere dementors started flooding the stadium. They ran around looking for someone and they found two. Kami had her Patronus circle her as much as she could and it was hard to think happy thoughts when she was so focused on getting passed the keeper. In the end her Patronus faltered slightly enough for the Dementor to send her passed out to the ground still clutching her broom handle in her right hand.
Harry on the other hand had even worse problems. He was chasing after Cedric and the snitch and then a dementor came up and attacked him sending him hundreds of feet down to the ground.
"Lucky the ground was soft."
"No Blake lucky Hermione knows a softening charm." Iris argued back.
"I thought he had to be dead after that fall." Katie muttered
"Couldn't be that would have been horrid." Ron said
Harry woke up to whispers. One less likely than the other. Not really knowing what was going on he opened his eyes.
"Harry you're alive." Hermione started crying on him.
"Hermione you're soaking wet. Please change your clothes before you get sick." Hermione cried even harder when he said this.
"What happened?"
"You fell 50 feet off your broom." Fred said
"Diggory got the snitch though after you fell." Ron looked at the floor.
"And Kami missed her last shot because of the dementors." Iris shuddered at the thought.
"Where's my sister?" Harry looked at everyone.
"She is over at the far end with Oliver crying his eyes out over her." Angelina said looking at Harry laughing.
"I don't know what he is more upset about, your sister or the match." Blake tried to stifle a laugh as well.
"Well where is my broom. Hermione what happened to my broom?"
"It hit the Whomping Willow and is now in a trillion pieces." Hermione said quickly.
"Dumbledore was furious about the Dementors though. Sent them packing back to the main gates when he found out." Iris said solemnly.
"Has Kami woken up yet?"
"Wood doesn't blame you Harry. And Dumbledore agreed not to let Kami's last shot be added into her perfect score. She never has missed a shot."
"Okay everyone out! This boy needs rest!"
"But Madame Pomfrey please." Hermione begged.
"Oh all right. But only because you're his girlfriend. Everyone else out!" Everyone left with a last word that they would visit him again. Harry looked down at Hermione whose eye were still red with tears.
"I'll be okay. Why are you crying?"
"I dunno." Harry reached out and rubbed the tears gently from her eyes.
"You need sleep and not wet clothes are you'll end up here as well."
"Oh you're right Harry, I'll be back in the morning."
"Sleep well Hermione." Harry said before he drifted off into dreamland himself.
Meanwhile Kami had her own problems to deal with. Oliver was still glued to her, not only that but he was a mess.
"I can't believe that we lost the game. And it wasn't fair how you had to faint."
"Oliver calm yourself. We couldn't have lost but by 10 points and I'm alive. I fell maybe 10 feet. Just relax and-" Kami was cut off by Oliver's lips pressed firmly to hers.
"I am going to stay here all night."
"Oliver go take a shower and get changed, or you'll be too sick for the next game."
"I'll be her before you wake up tomorrow I promise." And with a kiss Oliver ran off.