A/N: I know this is a lot quicker than usual, but I'm ahead of schedule and I just decided to update it. But I can't wait until I can advance to the later stories. I can be more imaginative with the violence that I can write. lol. Don't judge me for that. But writing dope, gory scenes is something that I find very awesome. If you don't, I pity the pacifist beliefs you have. Though I respect them. Anyway, let's continue.

"Well... congratulations," Wood said me in a subdued tone of voice.

"Wow, you sound so excited," I said sarcastically as I twirled my broom in my right hand before resting it on my shoulders.

"Sorry. I'm just..."

"Surprised I beat out your Chasers? Most people are surprised when I do things better. I'm not really shocked and I don't have the capacity to be offended by it anymore," I said, my tone bitter. More doubtfulness, which I could not stand. Wood seemed to look really awkward about it.

"Er, look..."

"Don't bother asshole," I snapped, walking away from the field with my Nimbus 2000. Apparently when you're the first Muggle Quidditch player and the first year Seeker in a century, the teachers buy you state of the art broomsticks. At least I didn't have to deal with the problem of the broom jerking every few seconds, which was very useful.

I was still pissed off when I walked inside the common room. Harry had his nose in a book, but put it down at my arrival.

"Well?" he questioned. "Did things go well?"

"I beat them all. One of them was placed as a reserve Chaser," I said, sitting on the couch with a moody atmosphere.

"I take it they were surprised?" Harry said. Wasn't a question. He knew what happened.

"I'd be less upset if they said nothing. The doubt just spells itself when you're heart's not in the 'congratulations'," I said, using finger quotes.

"You're expected to underachieve. I'm expected to overachieve. The pressure is real," Harry said in a sardonic voice.

"I don't give a damn what's expected of me. I'm doing what I'm capable of," I said, putting my hands behind my head and closing my eyes in relaxation.

"I know this very well. And what's you're capable of, are things that are out of this world," Harry said, spreading his arms out for emphasis. "Anyway, excited for the match in four days?"

"I guess..."

Now the next four days were easily the most annoying ones I've had since I've been here, which says a lot.

First of all, were the Slytherins. They made a comment whenever they could in my presence about the fact that Gryffindor must be hitting rock bottom if they put me on the team. Some of the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs even agreed with that statement, gratefully, much less snidely. Then there was the other half of students. Either giving me a 'You'll do fine' with the enthusiasm of a sloth, or they're telling me they would be holding a mattress under me as I was flying. Apparently, Harry was dealing with the same thing that I was. The fact that a first year and a Muggle got onto the team made everyone else certainly think we weren't winning the Quidditch Cup for sure.

"Hang in there. We'll see who's laughing after we wipe the floor with them," I assured Harry. He gave me a steely expression before nodding.

Then when the game day finally arrived, Harry couldn't eat breakfast because he was so nervous. I encouraged him to eat otherwise he wouldn't do much good, but he barely got some eggs down. Then Snape happened to past by our table.

"Good luck today Potter," he said simply. It was a neutral statement, neither hostile or friendly. It actually seemed like a genuine wish.

"Ok, has Snape gone spare or what? Did someone hit him on the head or something?" Ron asked as soon as Snape was out of earshot.

"Whatever it is, I could care less. As long as he doesn't hate me anymore, that's fine by me," Harry said, managing to take another bite of eggs. It seemed like that actually helped out. Huh. And to think Harry couldn't stand Snape after the first few days.

Anyway, we headed into the locker and began to get ready for our first match against Slytherin. If we won, I was going to enjoy the look on their faces after being beaten by a Muggle.

"Ok men," Wood said.

"And women," Angelina Johnson said, one of the female chasers.

"And women," Wood agreed. "This is it."

"The big one," Fred said.

"The one we've all been waiting for," George said.

"We know his speech by heart," Fred told us in a loud whisper. "We were on the team last year."

"Shut up, you two," Wood said. "This team... well, it's certainly been joined by the most unexpected of players. A Muggle and a first year, but this team is solid. We're going to win. I know it."

Then he gave us all a glare that had an "Or else" threat to it. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my Nimbus and walked out onto the field. Harry looked weak kneed as we got closer to the field.

"Come on, it's not that bad. Where's that Gryffindor confidence?" I said, giving him a small smile.

"Back in the common room," Harry said, his arms stiff in movement.

"It'll be fine," I assured him. He still didn't look too confident.

We had finally made it out to the November chill on the outside and jeers were immediately going my direction from the Slytherin side as I walked out onto the field. I simply smirked. I loved it when people underestimated me. It made things all the more easier.

Madam Hooch was refereeing and stood in the middle of the two teams, waiting for both teams.

"Now I want a nice, clean game from all of you," she said, her gaze mainly on the Slytherin captain. This suggested I needed to keep my eye on this idiot. "Mount your brooms, please."

I climbed onto my broom and I immediately jumped in the air at the sound of the whistle and I was the first one to the Quaffle, dashing past the Beaters and toward the goal post. This guy had that smug expression on his face as if saying, "This'll be easy." How wrong he was.

"And they're off! The Quaffle is immediately taken by Robert Morgan, our first Muggle student here. I'm wondering how in the world did he even..."

"JORDAN! Focus on the match!" McGonagall yelled. During this entire thing, I dodged all the Chasers coming after me and effortlessly scored past the Keeper, who looked dumbfounded when he saw that I made the goal.

"Right Professor! And Gryffindor scores! 10 to 0! Great Merlin, that was quick!" Lee Jordan exclaimed.

The Slytherin Keeper was so certain that he'd be able to block my shot easily. I tossed into the goal post behind him, only an inch away from his head.

I taunted him with a jaunty salute before speeding off. I saw him grit his teeth in anger. Good. Uncontrolled anger was always a grave error in all cases, and this Quidditch game was no different. I happened to pass Tonks who shot me with the same jaunty salute I gave the Slytherin Keeper. I smiled before pointing both thumbs at myself and then making ones in the air right after before focusing back on the game.

Slytherin took possession of the ball and ducked two Bludgers, but me as I kicked the ball from under his arm. I grabbed it and passed it off to Chaser Katie Bell. She started flying toward the goal posts with a Bludger aimed right at her. Fred was handling one aimed for Harry, but George was too far away to deal with the second one. So I started flying towards it and batted it away with a trained fist. It stung a bit, but I could easily handle a sting.

"Come on! At least try and challenge us!" I yelled, banging on my chest. A bunch of boos from the crowd meant that I was really starting to piss off the Slytherins. Good.

"And Katie Bell scores. 20-0. Impressive defense by our new chaser. I've never seen no one, magic or Muggle, beat away a speeding Bludger with his bare hands. That's simply amazing," Lee Jordan said, before turning his head toward another direction. "Wait, was that the Snitch?"

Everyone's attention, even the players that weren't Seekers was turned toward that direction. Big mistake. I took the Quaffle off one distracted Adrian Pucey, who dropped it from looking at the Snitch that passed his ear. I took the opportunity and increased our lead to 30-0. I turned to Harry's direction just in time to see Marcus Flint practically crash into Harry, nearly knocking him off the broom.

A flare of anger curled up in me and I yelled at said Chaser, threatening to knock him off his broom and I would carry out my threat without remorse.

"Foul!" screamed the Gryffindors and Madam Hooch allowed us exactly that. Wood suggested I take the penalty shot and I happily obliged and made it, increasing the score to 40-0.

"So, after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating..."

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall growled.

"I mean, after that open revolting foul-"

"Jordan, I'm warning you..."

"He's got the right idea. That was horrible," I mumbled.

"All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I'm sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor. Morgan takes it and makes it no problem and we're continuing to play with Gryffindor still in possession," Jordan said.

After a good five minutes, with help from my fellow chasers, we sunk in five more goals and the Slytherins still haven't scored. I bet they're just raging at the defeat that awaits them.

But then I noticed something that made me stop in my tracks. I can see Harry obviously trying his best to hang on to the broom, the object in question jerking more erratically than a horse hit by a riding crop.

"Timeout!" I yelled, but no one seemed to hear me. "Timeout! I SAID TIMEOUT, DAMMIT! DO YOU IDIOTS NOT SEE WHAT'S GOING ON?!"

Their eyes finally landed on Harry and the whistle was blown. I flew towards Harry trying grab him off the broom, but the broom was jerking in directions everywhere that made it difficult.

Eventually I saw an opening at managed to get him off the broom. I flew down to the ground as quick as I could and walked over to Marcus Flint and instantly punched him in those nose, flooring him instantly.

"What the hell was that Flint? Do you want to win so badly that you nearly kill an eleven year old? HUH?!" I yelled, lifting him up by the throat. Then I turned to his teammates. "Don't you dare touch me or I'll break his neck so quick, you won't even hear the crack." They stopped in their tracks and backed off quickly.

"Morgan, what do you think you are doing?!" Madam Hooch yelled at me.

"Flint crashes into Harry and suddenly his broom starts messing up? I'm not a naïve fool, and no one will take me for one. I know they don't have spines, so I can't break that. But I can break him in half," I said, my voice dark and angry. The fury within me in was at breaking point. All I had to do was squeeze and he's done.

"Robert, it couldn't have been Flint. Only powerful magic can curse a Nimbus like that. No fifth year could've done that," Hagrid said, walking up behind. "Drop him. He didn't do this."

I looked into Flint's eyes and they were wide and fearful. It didn't look like he had the confidence or skill to pull this off. Then I remembered Quirrel. Of course Flint didn't do this. Quirrel did.

I dropped him on the ground one hand was covering his throat, the other covering his broken nose.

"Stop the game," I told Madam Hooch.

"It's just a broom..."

"'Just a broom' nearly got someone killed, Madam," I said darkly. "And it's probably going to happen to someone else. Call the game off or I swear I will burn every broom out here on the field." She looked at the angry look in my eyes and she knew I was serious.

"This game has been postponed until more information on this situation comes to light. Everyone, back to their common rooms," Madam Hooch announced.

A roar of outrage was spread all across the crowd, but I went up to the stands and snatched the megaphone from Jordan.

"Hey idiots, someone fell of their broom and nearly died because someone cursed it. Would you want this to happen to more people? Didn't think so. Now your precious little game will continue another time. So I'm telling you to shut the hell up, and get back to your common rooms NOW." The tone in my voice was cold and left no room for argument. The students shut up and started heading out of the stadium without complaint.

I tossed the megaphone back on the desk and started looking for Professor Snape. He was busy leading his students back to their common rooms.

"As soon as you get a chance, meet me here. We need to talk," I whispered. He nodded and turned back to his students.

Instead of heading back to the common room, I hid up in a tree until everyone left before I jumped down and went back onto the field.

After about fifteen minutes, Snape began heading toward me.

"It's obvious who was behind today's events," I said.

"Quirrel," Snape said nodding. "I was performing a countercurse trying to at least buy some time for someone to help Potter. In this case, you."

"Any idea when he'll make his move on the Stone?"

"He'll have to find a way to get Dumbledore out of the way, because there's no way he'll be able to successfully retrieve it with Dumbledore here. We'll when he gets to the final area, via Stealth Sensoring spells, Motion Detecting charms, and Intruder charms that Dumbledore himself put on there himself. There's no way we won't know that's he's in there."

"So at the indication of Dumbledore not being here, that's that he'll move in, right?"

"Exactly. Though I get the feeling that Mr. Potter and his friends will most likely think that I'm the culprit of today's problem." His frown grew more defined when he said this. As if it upset him.

"I'll convince them of otherwise. It's smarter to be cautious of the right person."

"I'll keep as close tabs as I can to Quirrel. But I do have a question to ask."

"And what is that?"

"I do have to wonder why you aren't in Ravenclaw with a mind like that. You are the only one who has figured out that it was Quirrel behind this." When he said this, his face was dead serious. It was a genuine question. I shrugged.

"The Hat saw that I could belong there, but it decided to place me within Gryffindor for a reason, and I won't question a talking hat."

"People don't really question it either. They just go along with it. Anyway, I hope we don't have any more interesting events today."

"I hope not either. Until then Professor."

"Until then." I waved at him and he gave me a respectful nod as I walked away.

I began heading back toward the common room, but on the way spotted Harry, Ron, and Hermione inside Hagrid's hut. I frowned. I thought they would be heading back to the common rooms. If Quirrel was still lurking around...

I walked up to the hut and knocked. Hagrid opened the door and spotted stood aside to let me in. First things first. The discussion I had with Snape.

"Impressive gripping skills kid," I said, patting him on the shoulder.

"Thanks. But I've got news for you. Snape cursed my broom!" Harry exclaimed.

"No he didn't," I said simply.

"I know, it's... wait, what?" Harry asked, his voice completely dumbstruck. I'm sure he obviously expected me to confirm what he said was true. Bet that was a nasty shock.

"No, but let us explain first. You see..."

"You saw Snape performing magic from the stands. Yeah, I knew that. He told me," I said.

"He told you?" Ron asked incredibly.

"Yes, he told me Ron. Because the spell he casting was a countercurse. Emphasis on the word 'counter'," I said.

"I don't know how you even fell for that bull, but..."

"Do you take me for a fool?" I said, raising an eyebrow. "I would've known it wasn't Snape even he didn't tell me. Because I know who the real culprit is."

"Who?" Harry asked.

"Quirrel," I said simply.

"You're off your rocker. Surely you're not talking about S-S-Stuttering Quirrel?" Ron mocked, putting his hands together like an elderly person and putting on a sniveling face. I must admit, it was pretty accurate.

"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, scandalized.

"Well, Stuttering Quirrel apparently has the guts to let a troll in, and the power to curse a Nimbus 2000. I'm sure if Snape wasn't there, you would've fallen off your broom a lot sooner than you did," I explained.

"But, Quirrel? Really?" Harry asked, his expression wanting confirmation.

"I wouldn't be telling you if I wasn't sure myself. Look, I know he's making a run for the Stone as soon as the opportunity presents itself. Snape thinks he's going to try and get Dumbledore out of the castle so that he'll have a clear path, and it certainly makes sense," I explained.

"Tell me something though," Hagrid suddenly spoke up. "How'd you get Professor Snape to talk to you? It seemed like he would keep this a secret."

"Valid question. Maybe it's because I already knew about Quirrel. He let me in on the secret that the Sorcerer's Stone was the item that was being guarded and what some of the obstacles were. Personally, I don't fancy facing a creature akin to a Cerberus," I said.

"So you know about what's in there?" Harry asked.

"Yes, and it makes sense that he would go after such an item. Anyone would want it," I said.

"What's the Sorcerer's Stone?" Ron asked. I raised my eyebrows. I thought they would've been digging.

"I would've thought you would've figured it out by now. Haven't you been looking for what might be in there?" I asked.

"We have nothing to go on," Hermione said.

"And it would be best if you didn't know about it anyway. What that dog's guarding is strictly between Professor Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel," Hagrid said firmly.

"So there's someone named Nicholas Flamel involved, isn't there?" Harry said, his voice excited. Hagrid looked furious that he let that slip.

"Well, I'm going to save you all some time. Nicholas Flamel is the creator of the Sorcerer's Stone. The item in question allows them to turn any metal substance into gold and produces the Elixir of Life, which makes you immortal. Nicholas Flamel is the only alchemist to create one," I recited from memory, which was always accurate.

"But I still have doubts about this. How do we know Snape didn't control you or something?" Ron said, analyzing my face suspiciously.

I face palmed. This kid astonished me to no end.

"Hello? Paranoid Muggle with the skills of a trained assassin? Ring a bell? If he tried something like that, he wouldn't be getting up anytime soon. Or ever. Ever would be more likely..." I said, trailing off before shaking my head. "Also Harry, I also figured out why Snape hated you on the first day."

"Would you care to enlighten me? Because I really can't fathom how do you hate a specific student on the first day," Harry said.

"He hated your dad," I said simply.

"What did my dad to him that was so bad that he hates me?" Harry asked, throwing his hands up.

"That part I'm not certain of. I have a couple of guesses, and it possibly could be both of them, but I'm not too sure. Now that that's over with... why the hell aren't you in your common room?" I asked him roughly. "Quirrel just cursed your broom, and could still be out there, and you stay out here in the open."

Harry looked slightly guilty at my words. I guess he didn't really think about that.

"Well, I thought it would be safe enough if Hagrid was with us," Harry said. I looked at the scenario. He's obviously powerful as well as clever. More than he lets on. I saw a realistic scenario.

"Is there a charm to lock doors?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Yes," Hermione answered.

"Is there a charm to set stuff on fire?" I asked.

"Ye... Oh," Hermione trailed off.

"Exactly. Think about these things, because as good as you may be at magic Hermione, you don't have the power that will beat a trained adult. I was worried, which is a rare emotion for me. Just follow what I tell you. I won't hold you back from meeting your fate, but I will not have you recklessly putting your life at stake. I may not be a guardian, but I'm the closest thing right now," I explained.

"Look, I'm sorry. I just... don't think about that stuff," Harry said.

"That's what I'm here for. One day, I might have to teach you to be as paranoid as me," I said smirking.

At that moment, I felt something touch my shoulder and I instantly wheeled around and grabbed the culprit's head and was about to bang it into the table with all the force I had, when I saw that it was Ron about an inch away. I let him go before giving him an expression of disbelief.

"Do you not understand what the word paranoid means? If I hadn't realized it was you at the last second, you would have a cracked skull and had a concussion, which is extremely painful, speaking from experience. What was that supposed to achieve anyway? Nearly making me hurt you?" I asked.

"It was supposed to be a joke, but paranoid was right to describe you. I practically felt the wood on my head," Ron said, rubbing the back of his head.

"Maybe you should listen to him instead of testing him," Hermione said. "I know I would."

"Oh, you listen to everyone Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes," Harry teased. Hermione went red and mumbled "Not all of the time."

"It does you good when you listen to people. At least, when the advice makes sense to you. When tough times are coming, listen to your gut and nothing else," I said.

"What if it's wrong?" Harry asked.

"It usually isn't. My gut has never strayed me wrong. In certain situations, you don't have time to actually think about the situation. Your gut has an instant answer and you have to immediately act on it. No second guessing," I explained.

"You're like a soldier," Hermione said simply.

"I'm a soldier. A battle-hardened, trained, sixteen year old soldier, but a soldier nonetheless. Anyway, back to the common room with all of you. See you Hagrid," I said, ushering Harry, Ron, and Hermione out of the cabin.

"Goodbye," he said. I lead the three of them back to the common room, but not before I whispered in Harry's ear.

"Pull that stunt again, and you won't see the light of day this summer," I promised him. Harry nodded.

"I got it, I got it," he assured me.

"You better," I said firmly.

A/N: There's the next chapter and so far I'm keeping a streak of over 3000 words from these chapters. I'm starting to get better and this uploading thing. Anyway, until the next update.