It was the morning of the Quidditch Match. Though I was a Chaser, I wouldn't be playing in today's match, unless one of the other Chasers was hurt, so for the time being, I would be in the stands with Hermione and Ron, although even that made me nervous. I could barely eat a thing.

"Come on, Jason, it's not like you're playing today." Ron said, watching me chase a sausage round my plate.

"Harry, eat up, you'll need your strength for today's match." Hermione said.

"I'm not hungry." Harry said. I knew he was more nervous than I was - he was the Seeker and had the hardest job of them all, which was to capture the elusive Golden Snitch.

"Hey, Jason, can't you, you know. . ." Ron said, lowering his voice.

"Ron, no! That'd be cheating!" Hermione hissed.

"Besides, it's not right. If Gryffindor win, it has to be fair." I replied.

"Thank you." Hermione said with a smile.

Professor Snape walked up.

"Good luck today, Potter. Then again, now you've proven yourself against a troll, a little game of Quidditch should be easy work for you. . . even if it is against Slytherin." He walked off, limping.

"That explains the blood." Harry and I said together.

"Blood?" Hermione asked.

"Listen, last night, I'm guessing Snape let that troll in as a diversion so he could try and get past that three headed dog, but he got himself bitten, and that's why he's limping." Harry said.

I wasn't so sure. Yes, maybe Snape had gone to see the dog, but why would he try and get past it? Maybe he'd been playing with it.

"But why would anyone go near that dog?" Hermione asked.

"To play fetch?" I suggested. The three of the turned and stared at me.

"Oh, come on! He's cute!"

Ron shook his head. "You've been spending too much time with Hagrid, mate."

I sighed. Why could no one see how adorable that dog was? I wanted to take him for a walk, though he was a little on the large side, and he'd probably take me for a walk.

"Anyway. . ." Harry said slowly. "The day Jason and I were at Gringotts, Hagrid took something out of one of the vaults. He said it was Hogwarts business, very secret."

"So, what you're saying. . ." Hermione started.

"Is that that's what the dog's guarding. That's what Snape wants." Harry finished.

Suddenly, there were two loud screeches, and Hedwig and Star flew in, dropping large, long packages in front of Harry and I.

"Bit early for mail." I remarked, looking at mine curiously.

"But I - I never get mail!" Harry said.

We looked at one another, and, as one, opened the packages. Inside lay two fine looking brooms.

We both gasped.

"It's a broomstick!" Harry gasped out.

"No, duh, really?" I said sarcastically. "It is a nice one, though."

"That's not just any broomstick! It's the Nimbus 2000!" Ron exclaimed.

Woah. I'd seen that in the shop we went past. It had been very expensive. But who. . .?

Harry and I looked round and saw Professor McGonagall smiling at us, stroking Star and Hedwig. That explained it.

As we all left, Ernie MacMillan walked up, an angry look on his face.

"You think that's funny, Avalon?"he demanded."That was my homework you just ripped up! You're lucky I knew the Reparo spell!"

He stormed off, leaving the four of us to stare after him.

"He's gone mad!" Ron said, shaking his head as we all continued on our way. What Ernie said began to really bother me. Why would he think I ripped up his homework? I had my own to worry about!

We all headed to the Quidditch Stadium, where the four of us split up; Harry went one way and the three of us went the other. We climbed to the top of the Quidditch tower and took our seats in the Gryffindor section, where we found Neville and Hagrid waiting.

"Alrigh' you three?" Hagrid said, grinning at us.

"Hi, Hagrid!" We chorused. We sat and watched the game as Gryffindor scored twice, then in horror as Marus Flint, the Slytherin Captain, sent a Bludger into Wood, who sank to the ground in pain. We all booed, but I knew it was a legitimate move, as I'd looked up all the fouls, and that wasn't one of them. It was just playing dirty.

Slytherin scored, and I frowned, hating the way they were playing dirty and getting away with it. They boxed in Angelina Johnson and sent her out, by sending her into the towers, where she fell. Harry suddenly spotted something, and I knew it was the Snitch. Suddenly, his broom began bucking, going crazy, and a tingling ran all over me. Magic was at work here. I stared right at his broom, willing the spell to show itself to me. I saw a shadowy hand around the handle of the broom, near Harry's hands. The hand was yanking the broom up and down, trying to throw Harry off!

"What's going on with his broom?" Hagrid asked, staring at it. Obviously, no one could see what I could.

I looked over at Hermione, who was staring through Hagrid's binoculars at something. I followed her gaze, wishing I could see what she was looking at.

Suddenly, my gaze sharpened, and zoomed in on Professors Snape and Quirrell. Both had their eyes on Harry, and both were muttering under their breath.

"It's Snape!" Hermione exclaimed. "He's jinxing the broom! Leave it to me!" Dropping the binoculars, she ran off. Ron and I watched, right up to the point where I whirled round. I sensed a Clow Card nearby! It was very close by, too.

I ran off in search for it as, above, Harry clambered back onto his broom amidst cheers from the crowd.

As I ran down the stairs, I heard a loud rattle and saw a few brooms get tossed out from a doorway. Suddenly, frm the doorway came. . . me.

I stared as the other me looked over and smiled before taking off. I stared for a few moments, wondering what the heck was going on. As I stared, I suddenly realised that the Clow Card sense had gotten intense the moment the other me ran out. The other me was a Clow Card!

I processed that thought for a few moments before taking the brooms inside the area the other me had thrown them from. The room I walked into was none other than the Changing Rooms for Gryffindor. It was a complete mess, and I quickly set about putting it to rights, all the while wondering just why this other me was causing so much trouble, and framing me for it.

"GO, GO, GRYFFINDOR!"

Roars from the crowd echoed down to me, and I grinned, knowing Gryffindor had won the match.

I quickly left and headed back to Hermione and Ron, who were both cheering. We all headed off with Hagrid after.

Hermione was explaining things to Hagrid.

"Nonsense!" Hagrid exclaimed. "Why would Snape put a curse on Harry's broom?"

"Maybe it wasn't Snape." I said. "Quirrell was muttering under his breath, too, and he wasn't blinking, either."

"He was probably trying a counter-curse." Hermione said. "Trying to save Harry."

"How do we know it wasn't the other way around?"

"Jason, why are youso determined that Quirrell is a bad guy?" Ron asked.

"I just don't trust him! I can't explain it."

"Well, why was Snape trying to get past that three headed dog on Halloween?" Harry retorted.

"Who told you four abou' Fluffy?" Hagrid asked.

"Fluffy?" Harry said disbelievingly.

"Awww, what a cute name. Is he yours Hagrid?" I said.

"Yeah. I won him off a greek chappie down the pub last year. Lent him to Dumbledore to guard the -"

"Guard the what?" Harrry asked eagerly.

"Never you mind," Hagrid said gruffly. "Shouldna' said that. Now, no more questions. That's top secret, that is."

"But Hagrid! Whatever Fluffy's guarding, Snape's trying to steal!"

"Codswallop. Professor Snape is a Hogwarts teacher."

"Hogwarts teacher or not. I know a curse when I see one. I've read all about them. You have to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking."

"Exactly." Harry put in. Hagrid sighed.

"Now listen to me, you lot. You're meddlin' in things that ought not to be meddled in. It's dangerous. What that dog is guarding is strictly between Professor Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel."

"Nicholas Flamel?" Harry asked curiously.

"I should not have said that. . . I should not have said that." Hagrid said, walking off before he could say anything else. I was disappointed; I'd been hoping to ask him if I could take Fluffy out for a walk after this was all over.

"Nicholas Flamel. . . who's Nicholas Flamel?" Harry said at large.

"I don't know." Hermione admitted.

Suddenly, I sensed the Clow Card again, and looked over at Hagrid's Hut to see the other me, smashing a pumpkin, smiling all the while.

"HEY!" I yelled, racing towards him. He looked up, smiled and took off. This time I ran after him, with Harry, Ron and Hermione following. We followed him into the school, where he immediately vanished.

"What. . . the bloody hell . . . was that?" Ron gasped out, panting.

"That was a Clow Card." I said grimly. I was going to need to talk to Kero to get to the bottom of this.

The trio followed me upstairs to the boy's dormitory, where we found Kero rearranging one of my drawers.

"Hi, Kero." I said, helping him move some of my underwear to another drawer.

"Thanks. You're not mad, are you?"

"Of course not. You should have told me you wanted to use one of the drawers, I would have cleaned one out for you. Listen, Kero, I need your help. Something's going on."

Kero sat and listened patiently, his legs and arms folded, a small frown on his face.

"And you say he looks just like you?"

"Yeah, but the sense I got was a Clow Card."

"Alright, Jason. I'm going to teach you something every Card Captor should know. Take out all the Cards you have."

I did so.

"Now, using your left hand, shuffle 'em around."

I took my left hand and began spreading them out and shuffling them around,doing my best to really shuffle them.

"Now, still using your left hand, put them into three piles."

I did so, wondering where he was going with this. Harry, Ron and Hermione looked on.

"Okay, now, keep using your left hand, take the top card from the middle pile and place it in front of you."

I did so, and, following his exact instructions, soon had a spread of Cards in front of me.

"Okay. Now. Say this: Ancient Cards of Clow, give me vision now! Show me if you may, who is standing in my way!"

"Ancient Cards of Clow! Give me vision now! Show me if you may, who is standing in my way!" I chanted. All the Cards began to glow, and a wind blew about me, ruffling my hair.

"Okay, now, turn over the top Card."

I turned the Card, revealing the Windy Card.

"Uh oh."

"Uh oh? Whaddya mean, uh oh?" I demanded. Uh oh was not something I needed to be hearing right now!

"The Cards know you're a Cardcaptor!"

"All of them?"

"Yeah. All the Cards you meet from now on will know what you are. This is very dangerous."

"You're not kidding. What now?"

"Now, turn over the three Cards in front of you. These Cards will help us work out what Card this is."

I turned them over, revealing Shadow, Watery and Illusion.

"Shadow, Watery and Illusion. . ." I mused, trying to think what these Cards had in common.

"Okay, and last, but not least, turn over the very bottom Card. This will tell us what the Card is after."

I turned over the bottom Card, revealing the Flower Card. I'd captured this Card the night before, but had been so tired afterwards that I'd almost forgotten about her. Flower's power was the ability to create any kind of flower or plant you could ever hope for. She was a very gentle spirit, much like Wood, although she loved to have fun, too.

"The Flower Card! This means the spirit is after something - or someone close to your heart."

"The only thing I can think of is either Harry, Ron or Hermione, or Dad, or Tony. . . or even Professor Dumbledore or McGonagall."

"That's a lot of people." Ron observed.

"What can I say? I take to people easily." I replied.

"Well, until we know who the Card is after, we should be really careful."

"Got it." I nodded.

We headed downstairs, where I sensed the Card again, and took off looking for it, only to run into someone.

"Oh, sorry." I said, trying to step around them.

"Hold up, kiddo."

I looked up and gasped.

"Tony!"