Declaration: I don't own Harry potter or its characters

A/N: I cant remember if its in this chapter but Harry speaks parseltough and I am pretty shore I got the spelling/contexts wrong please my some point out were it is to me because I have this problem with skipping the obvious and I think Teddy comes and he is not meant to. I do apologise, I have tried to find these things but fail miserably so if some would please be kind enough to help, I can change that. thank you.

Quidditch

As they entered November, the weather turned very cold. The mountains around the school became icy gray and the lake like chilled steel. Every morning the ground was covered in frost. Hagrid could be seen from the upstairs windows defrosting broomsticks on the Quidditch field, bundled up in a long moleskin overcoat, rabbit fur gloves, and enormous beaverskin boots.

"always fissionable." Regulus said sarcastically. The Quidditch season had begun. On Saturday, Harry would be playing in his first match after weeks of training: Gryffindor versus Slytherin. If Gryffindor won, they would move up into second place in the house anyone had seen Harry play because Wood had decided that, as their secret weapon, Harry should be kept, well, secret. But the news that he was playing Seeker had leaked out somehow,

"Fred and George" Harry said at once.

and Harry didn't know which was worse — people telling him he'd be brilliant or people telling him they'd be running around underneath him holding a mattress.

"could of done with that mattress" Harry hissed in parseltongues. People stared at him but made no comment It was really lucky that Harry now had Hermione as a friend. He didn't know how he'd have gotten through all his homework without her, what with all the last-minute Quidditch practice Wood was making them do. She had also lent him Quidditch Through the Ages, which turned out to be a very interesting learned that there were seven hundred ways of committing a Quidditch foul and that all of them had happened during a World Cup match in 1473; that Seekers were usually the smallest and fastest players, and that most serious Quidditch accidents seemed to happen to them; that although people rarely died playing Quidditch, referees had been known to vanish and turn up months later in the Sahara had become a bit more relaxed about breaking rules since Harry and Ron had saved her from the mountain troll, and she was much nicer for it. The day before Harry's first Quidditch match the three of them were out in the freezing courtyard during break, and she had conjured them up a bright blue fire that could be carried around in a jam jar.

"that is very impressive magic." Dumbledore said.

They were standing with their backs to it, getting warm, when Snape crossed the yard. Harry noticed at once that Snape was limping. Harry, Ron, and Hermione moved closer together to block the fire from view; they were sure it wouldn't be allowed.

"as long as it was outside its aloud." McGonagall said.

Unfortunately, something about their guilty faces caught Snape's eye. He limped over. He hadn't seen the fire, but he seemed to be looking for a reason to tell them off anyway."What's that you've got there, Potter?"It was Quidditch Through the Ages. Harry showed him."Library books are not to be taken outside the school," said Snape. "Give it to me. Five points from Gryffindor."

"that's not a rule" Lily said. "as long as the books come back in an good condition and within 2 weeks you can tack it any were" she directed the last point at Severus who was looking thoughtful.

"This can't all be about James there has to be some other reason." he muttered. Harry nodded and then said "but you turn out to be very nice." the shocked everyone."He's just made that rule up," Harry muttered angrily as Snape limped away. "Wonder what's wrong with his leg?""Dunno, but I hope it's really hurting him," said Ron Gryffindor common room was very noisy that evening. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat together next to a window. Hermione was checking Harry and Ron's Charms homework for them. She would never let them copy ("How will you learn?"), but by asking her to read it through, they got the right answers anyway.

"we still had to work for the answer but then we get to copy it out again." Harry said.Harry felt restless. He wanted Quidditch Through the Ages back, to take his mind off his nerves about tomorrow. Why should he be afraid of Snape? Getting up, he told Ron and Hermione he was going to ask Snape if he could have it."Better you than me," they said together, but Harry had an idea that Snape wouldn't refuse if there were other teachers made his way down to the staffroom and knocked. There was no answer. He knocked again. Snape had left the book in there? It was worth a try. He pushed the door ajar and peered inside – and a horrible scene met his and Filch were inside, alone. Snape was holding his robes above his knees. One of his legs was bloody and mangled. Filch was handing Snape bandages."Blasted thing," Snape was saying. "How are you supposed to keep your eyes on all three heads at once?"

"that was kinder the point." Harry said.Harry tried to shut the door quietly, but —"POTTER!"Snape's face was twisted with fury as he dropped his robes quickly to hide his leg. Harry gulped."I just wondered if I could have my book back.""GET OUT! OUT! "

"Why am I you trying to get past the dog." Severus muttered, frowning.Harry left, before Snape could take any more points from Gryffindor.

"good idea."

He sprinted back upstairs."Did you get it?" Ron asked as Harry joined them. "What's the matter?"In a low whisper, Harry told them what he'd seen."You know what this means?" he finished breathlessly. "He tried to get past that three-headed dog at Halloween! That's where he was going when we saw him — he's after whatever it's guarding! And I'd bet my broomstick he let that troll in, to make a diversion!"

"it's a good thing I didn't." Harry Hissed.Hermione's eyes were wide."No — he wouldn't," she said. "I know he's not very nice, but he wouldn't try and steal something Dumbledore was keeping safe.""Honestly, Hermione, you think all teachers are saints or something," snapped Ron. "I'm with Harry. I wouldn't put anything past Snape. But what's he after? What's that dog guarding?"Harry went to bed with his head buzzing with the same question. Neville was snoring loudly, but Harry couldn't sleep. He tried to empty his mind — he needed to sleep, he had to, he had his first Quidditch match in a few hours – but the expression on Snape's face when Harry had seen his leg wasn't easy to next morning dawned very bright and cold. The Great Hall was full of the delicious smell of fried sausages and the cheerful chatter of everyone looking forward to a good Quidditch match."You've got to eat some breakfast.""I don't want anything.""Just a bit of toast," wheedled Hermione."I'm not hungry."

"I was to nervous to eat." Harry said.Harry felt terrible. In an hour's time he'd be walking onto the field."Harry, you need your strength," said Seamus Finnigan. "Seekers are always the ones who get clobbered by the other team.""Thanks, Seamus," said Harry, watching Seamus pile ketchup on his eleven o'clock the whole school seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students had binoculars. The seats might be raised high in the air, but it was still difficult to see what was going on and Hermione joined Neville, Seamus, and Dean the West Ham fan up in the top row. As a surprise for Harry, they had painted a large banner on one of the sheets Scabbers had ruined. It said Potter for President, and Dean, who was good at drawing, had done a large Gryffindor lion underneath.

"thanks for that." Said smiling at them.

Then Hermione had performed a tricky little charm so that the paint flashed different colours.

"wow."Meanwhile, in the locker room, Harry and the rest of the team were changing into their scarlet Quidditch robes (Slytherin would be playing in green).Wood cleared his throat for silence.

"Okay, men." said Harry in a good impersonation of Wood.

"And Women." Hermione said in a good impersonation of Angelina.

"And Women." Harry agreed. "this is it."

"the big one." Ron said impersonating Fred.

"The on we've all been waiting for." Ginny said impersonating George.

"we know Oliver's speech by heart," Ron said. "we were on the team last year."

Shut up, you two." said Harry in his wood voice. "this is the best team Gryffindors had in years. We're going to win. I know it." Harry glared at everyone as if to say, "Or else.""Okay, men," he said. (some people was laughing) "And women," said Chaser Angelina Johnson. (everyone was laughing.)"And women," Wood agreed. "This is it." (and harder.)"The big one," said Fred Weasley. (Remus had to cover his ears)"The one we've all been waiting for," said George. (James and Harry Joined him)

"We know Oliver's speech by heart," Fred told Harry, "we were on the team last year." (people were turning blue.)"Shut up, you two," said Wood. "This is the best team Gryffindors had in years. We're going to win. I know it." (people thought the laughed couldn't get worse.)He glared at them all as if to say, "Or else." (it did and it took a few minutes to calm down. Ron read this impersonating just as they did a moment before go.)"Right. It's time. Good luck, all of you."Harry followed Fred and George out of the locker room and, hoping his knees weren't going to give way, walked onto the field to loud Hooch was refereeing. She stood in the middle of the field waiting for the two teams, her broom in her hand."Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you," she said,

Everyone from the future snorted.

once they were all gathered around her. Harry noticed that she seemed to be speaking particularly to the Slytherin Captain, Marcus Flint, a sixth year. Harry thought Flint looked as if he had some troll blood in him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the fluttering banner high above, flashing Potter for President over the crowd. His heart skipped. He felt braver.

"good to see we helped." Ron said."Mount your brooms, please."Harry clambered onto his Nimbus Two Hooch gave a loud blast on her silver brooms rose up, high, high into the air. They were off."And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor — what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too —""JORDAN!""Sorry, Professor."The Weasley twins' friend, Lee Jordan, was doing the commentary for the match, closely watched by Professor McGonagall.

"you do that with me." Regulus said."And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve — back to Johnson and — no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes — Flint flying like an eagle up there — he's going to sc— no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle — that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and — OUCH — that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger —

Everyone wince in sympathy particularly those who have been hit by one.

Quaffle taken by the Slytherins — that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger — sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which —

"it was Fred." Harry said confidently.

nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes — she's really flying — dodges a speeding Bludger — the goal posts are ahead — come on, now, Angelina — Keeper Bletchley dives — misses — GRYFFINDORS SCORE!"Gryffindor cheers filled the cold air, with howls and moans from the Slytherins.(repeated I the room)"Budge up there, move along.""Hagrid!"Ron and Hermione squeezed together to give Hagrid enough space to join them."Bin watchin' from me hut," said Hagrid, patting a large pair of binoculars around his neck, "But it isn't the same as bein' in the crowd. No sign of the Snitch yet, eh?""Nope," said Ron. "Harry hasn't had much to do yet.""Kept outta trouble, though, that's somethin',"

Snorts when threw the room not just from the people from the future. They thought Harry staying out of trouble, no chance and James's son staying out of trouble, no chance.

said Hagrid, raising his binoculars and peering skyward at the speck that was up above them, Harry was gliding over the game, squinting about for some sign of the Snitch. This was part of his and Wood's game plan.

"That is a very good idea it would be harder for the other team to hit him when he is that high up, well at least without giving us a penalty." James said."Keep out of the way until you catch sight of the Snitch," Wood had said. "We don't want you attacked before you have to be."When Angelina had scored, Harry had done a couple of loop-the-loops to let off his feelings. Now he was back to staring around for the Snitch. Once he caught sight of a flash of gold, but it was just a reflection from one of the Weasleys' wristwatches, and once a Bludger decided to come pelting his way, more like a cannonball than anything, but Harry dodged it and Fred Weasley came chasing after it."All right there, Harry?" he had time to yell, as he beat the Bludger furiously toward Marcus Flint."Slytherin in possession," Lee Jordan was saying, "Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the — wait a moment — was that the Snitch?"A murmur ran through the crowd as Adrian Pucey dropped the Quaffle, too busy looking over his shoulder at the flash of gold that had passed his left ear.

"Idiot, never let your opponent or surroundings distract you." Ginny cried.

"CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" Harry road impersonating Moody, this made everyone jump and then when they had calmed down Neville the golden trio and Dumbledore (all who new Moody) laughed. Harry saw it. In a great rush of excitement he dived downward after the streak of gold. Slytherin Seeker Terence Higgs had seen it, too. Neck and neck they hurtled toward the Snitch — all the Chasers seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to be doing as they hung in midair to was faster than Higgs — he could see the little round ball, wings fluttering, darting up ahead — he put on an extra spurt of speed —WHAM! A roar of rage echoed from the Gryffindors below — Marcus Flint had blocked Harry on purpose, and Harry's broom spun off course, Harry holding on for dear life.

Remus eyes lash amber, Lily hissed and James and Sirius growled."Foul!" screamed the Hooch spoke angrily to Flint and then ordered a free shot at the goal posts for Gryffindor. But in all the confusion, of course, the Golden Snitch had disappeared from sight in the stands, Dean Thomas was yelling, "Send him off, ref! Red card!""What are you talking about, Dean?" said Ron."Red card!" said Dean furiously. "In soccer you get shown the red card and you're out of the game!""But this isn't soccer, Dean," Ron reminded , however, was on Dean's side."They oughta change the rules. Flint coulda knocked Harry outta the air."Lee Jordan was finding it difficult not to take sides."So — after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating —"

All the Gryffindors especially James and Lily were nodding in agreement. "Jordan!" growled Professor McGonagall."I mean, after that open and revolting foul…""Jordan, I'm warning you—""All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I'm sure,

"no only Harry." Hermione sighed.

so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinner, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession."It was as Harry dodged another Bludger, which went spinning dangerously past his head, that it happened.

Everyone who did not now what was going to happen leaned forward.

His broom gave a sudden, frightening lurch. For a split second, he thought he was going to fall. He gripped the broom tightly with both his hands and knees. He'd never felt anything like happened again. It was as though the broom was trying to buck him off. But Nimbus Two Thousands did not suddenly decide to buck their riders off.

"no they don't." James said as Sirius's eyes narrowed.

Harry tried to turn back toward the Gryffindor goal-posts — he had half a mind to ask Wood to call time-out — and then he realized that his broom was completely out of his control. He couldn't turn it. He couldn't direct it at all. It was zigzagging through the air, and every now and then making violent swishing movements that almost unseated him.

"Oh no someone must be cursing the broom" Lily gasped.

"but it would have to be someone who new powerful dark magic that's the only way to do that to a broomstick." James said and Severus gasped and then said to himself, "it can't be, but why. Why would I try and kill him." everyone was staring at him agreeing totally with what he had just said, because although he can be mean and studies the dark arts he would never do that and especially to Lily's child no matter who the father was. "Harry spoke calmly and reassuringly to everyone "I will be fine."Lee was still commentating.

"what" came a genial out cry."Slytherin in possession — Flint with the Quaffle — passes Spinnet — passes Bell — hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose — only joking, Professor — Slytherins score — A no…"The Slytherins were cheering. No one seemed to have noticed that Harry's broom was behaving strangely. It was carrying him slowly higher, away from the game, jerking and twitching as it went."Dunno what Harry thinks he's doing," Hagrid mumbled. He stared through his binoculars. "If I didn' know better, I'd say he'd lost control of his broom… but he can't have…"Suddenly, people were pointing up at Harry all over the stands. His broom had started to roll over and over, with him only just managing to hold on. Then the whole crowd gasped. Harry's broom had given a wild jerk and Harry swung off it. He was now dangling from it, holding on with only one hand.

"oh dear, oh dear." Lily chanted as James and Harry tried to sooth her."Did something happen to it when Flint blocked him?" Seamus whispered."Can't have," Hagrid said, his voice shaking. "Can't nothing interfere with a broomstick except powerful Dark magic — no kid could do that to a Nimbus Two Thousand."At these words, Hermione seized Hagrid's binoculars, but instead of looking up at Harry, she started looking frantically at the crowd."What are you doing?" moaned Ron, gray-faced."I knew it," Hermione gasped, "Snape — look."

"But why there has got to be more behind this than is told." Remus was the one to say on the behave of Severus because not only was he receiving glares but he was glaring at himself in deep thought. Ron grabbed the binoculars. Snape was in the middle of the stands opposite them. He had his eyes fixed on Harry and was muttering non-stop under his breath."He's doing something — jinxing the broom," said Hermione.

Lily's glare was murderess, now, the only thing stopping her from cursing him was the fact that this had not happened yet and Harry was sat next to her and Severus was looking sorry and thoughtful."What should we do?""Leave it to me."Before Ron could say another word, Hermione had disappeared. Ron turned the binoculars back on Harry. His broom was vibrating so hard, it was almost impossible for him to hang on much longer. The whole crowd was on its feet, watching, terrified, as the Weasleys flew up to try and pull Harry safely onto one of their brooms, but it was no good – every time they got near him, the broom would jump higher still. They dropped lower and circled beneath him, obviously hoping to catch him if he fell. Marcus Flint seized the Quaffle and scored five times without anyone noticing."Come on, Hermione," Ron muttered had fought her way across to the stand where Snape stood, and was now racing along the row behind him; she didn't even stop to say sorry as she knocked Professor Quirrell headfirst into the row in front. Reaching Snape, she crouched down, pulled out her wand, and whispered a few, well-chosen words. Bright blue flames shot from her wand onto the hem of Snape's took perhaps thirty seconds for Snape to realize that he was on fire. A sudden yelp told her she had done her job. Scooping the fire off him into a little jar in her pocket, she scrambled back along the row — Snape would never know what had happened.

"well I do now." Snape said he did not look agree at all.It was enough. Up in the air, Harry was suddenly able to clamber back on to his broom."Neville, you can look!" Ron said. Neville had been sobbing into Hagrid's jacket for the last five minutes.

"Thanks for caring" Harry said to a now blushing Neville.Harry was speeding toward the ground when the crowd saw him clap his hand to his mouth as though he was about to be sick — he hit the field on all fours — coughed — and something gold fell into his hand.

That's imposable." James said shocked.

"Me and my friends have a habit if doing things that are impossibly." Harry said laughing at there faces."I've got the Snitch!" he shouted, waving it above his head, and the game ended in complete confusion.

"Thank god that Herminie is your friend" Lily sighed. Hermione blushed why Harry beamed at her.

"He didn't catch it, he nearly swallowed it," Flint was still howling twenty minutes later, but it made no difference — Harry hadn't broken any rules and Lee Jordan was still happily shouting the results — Gryffindor had won by one hundred and seventy points to sixty. Harry heard none of this, though. He was being made a cup of strong tea back in Hagrid's hut, with Ron and Hermione."It was Snape," Ron was explaining, "Hermione and I saw him. He was cursing your broomstick, muttering, he wouldn't take his eyes off you."

"he was doing the counter curse." Harry hissed.

"Would you stop doing that." Ron said really annoyed.

Harry looked sheepish and then he said "sorry but if I say it in English I give a way what will happen."

"how are you doing that I thought that there had to be a snake?" Hermione asked.

"well that is how it used to be but now I can do at will." Harry explained.

"how are you a parselmouth any why there is now one in my family who are." James asked. Harry smiled and then asked " didn't you now we are descendents of Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Huffelpuff, Merlin, Morgana and the Peverells." everyone's mouth fell open even the people from the future. "I should not be able to speak it but because -well it will explain some of it second book and the rest seventh." Harry answered the question.

"who do you now that we are related to all them I did not now that." James asked. Harry just shrugged."Rubbish," said Hagrid, who hadn't heard a word of what had gone on next to him in the stands. "Why would Snape do somethin' like that?"Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at one another, wondering what to tell him. Harry decided on the truth."I found out something about him," he told Hagrid. "He tried to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween. It bit him. We think he was trying to steal whatever it's guarding."Hagrid dropped the teapot."How do you know about Fluffy?" he said.

"Fluffy," Sirius asked.

"fluffy" Ron confirmed

"But Fluffy." Severus said astounded.

"Fluffy" Ron repeated.

"Next person to say Fluffy will be cursed." Hermione huffed and Ron gave her a nervous look. "Say it.""Fluffy?"

Hermione groaned and hit her head against Harry shoulder."Yeah — he's mine — bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub las' year — I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the —""Yes?" said Harry eagerly."Now, don't ask me anymore," said Hagrid gruffly. "That's top secret, that is.""But Snape's trying to steal it.""Rubbish," said Hagrid again. "Snape's a Hogwarts teacher, he'd do nothin' of the sort."

"your half right." Ron groaned. "So why did he just try and kill Harry?" cried afternoon's events certainly seemed to have changed her mind about Snape."I know a jinx when I see one, Hagrid, I've read all about them! You've got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking at all, I saw him!""I'm tellin' yeh, yer wrong!" said Hagrid hotly. "I don' know why Harry's broom acted like that, but Snape wouldn' try an' kill a student! Now, listen to me, all three of yeh — yer meddlin' in things that don' concern yeh. It's dangerous. You forget that dog, an' you forget what it's guardin', that's between Professor Dumbledore an' Nicolas Flamel —"

"Hagrid." Everyone groaned this time."Aha!" said Harry, "so there's someone called Nicolas Flamel involved, is there?"Hagrid looked furious with himself."That's the end of the chapter." Ron said handing the book to Hermione.

"Nicolas Flamel were have I heard that name before. He is famous that is for surtant, but what for." Lily muttered in frustration. Harry smiled for that was his reaction to the name.