A/N: Quick update last time. Don't get too used to them. I'm pretty sure I'm going to fall behind again cause that's how it works. Anyway, last chapter would've have been a smarter way of handling the situation rather than the officials letting a cursed broom nearly make a student fall off. They're just looking while it happened. Only one 11 year old actually bothered to do something that would have even the remotest effect. The school's not exactly big on student safety, is it? Anyway, we're going to continue. Change of plans. Christmas chapter will have to be uploaded next time. I pushed it back because I thought of this idea for an in between chapter. Just so you know, next day was the match, and you'll know the outcome in a second.
"Gryffindor wins!" Jordan yelled at the end of the match. (Told you it would be in a second)
I smirked and flew towards the ground, impressed by the catch made by Harry. How do you catch something with your mouth is beyond me, but nevertheless, the defeat was crushing to them. 370-0. There's never been a worst blow out ever in the history of school Quidditch. And I know this because I've read the book on it. But there's has been a worse one in professional Quidditch where the Chudley Cannons got blown out by Ireland, 10150-100. And that's because they were playing with them. We'd have to keep the game going for a long time, but I'm sure if we wanted to, we could beat that score. Especially if Slytherin did have the best House Quidditch team and we beat them this bad.
Flint was also trying to complain about the fact that Harry didn't catch it, but nearly swallowed it. There's never been a rule for how you catch it, so that argument was void. When that didn't work, he tried to use the broken nose I gave him as an excuse for not being able to play as good. As the nose was healed and there were no side effects of fatigue, that didn't work either. Slytherin simply got schooled by a team with a Muggle and a first year.
And as much as I hated to admit it, I actually danced on the field after we won. Granted, I'm not terrible at dancing. Quite the contrary in fact. But I'm also not the type to act like a fool in front of the entire school.
"Those moves," Harry said with a wide smirk on his face.
"Shut up," I said idly. "I don't even know why I did that."
"Because maybe you actually had fun?" Harry rhetorically suggested. He was right, but I wasn't going to admit it.
"I'd rather chew broken glass than admit it. It would be painful, but I could do it," I said, not facing him as I summoned clothes to change out of.
"Straying away from that subject, what was that you were saying about not being good at the game?" Harry said, holding his hand to his ear as if hard of hearing. Goodness, what have I created?
I changed out of my robes and into a black combat sweater with cargo pants and military style boots to match.
"You've made your point. That was pretty disastrous though," I said.
"For the Slytherins," Harry said smirking.
I let out a bark like laugh at this kid's attitude. It was confident, which was a good sign from yesterday when we were about to start the match.
"Exactly. For the Sly- Behind the locker!" I yelled, seeing flashes of light heading our direction. I quickly grabbed Harry and dragged him over behind the locker. I immediately summoned my bows and arrows to my hand. This would be more suited for a tactical approach.
"No lenience for you jaggoffs this time," I said coldly, readying three arrows. I quickly turned the corner and took a nano second to aim at the knees before firing. It turns out it was one person behind a hood. I got the feeling this wasn't a Slytherin this time. Which means I had to be more serious. I just planned on putting arrows in their knees and dragging them to the hospital wing, but I had something a lot more sinister in mind.
The person in question waved their wand and deflected my arrows before instantly firing off about ten green curses in succession.
I took cover behind the locker and readied three explosive arrows before running across the middle, firing two of them on the sides and the last one on the middle.
Luckily, he was ignorant to the purposely bad aim and I watched him fly up onto the locker room's short ceiling from the middle arrow with extra force from the left side, which is the one he was closer to and he hit the top right section with a heavy amount of force. A crunch told me he broke something, and a sizzle suggests I burned him. He gave off a howl of pain, which sounded teeth-grinding.
"What, you didn't like that?" I mocked, firing arrow after arrow in rapid succession.
His right arm was barely able to move and his left one hung limply at his side. After a while, he got overwhelmed and one of them got embedded in the side of his ribs.
I put the arrows away and pulled out two incendiary Micro SMG. He retreated at about the same time I pulled the trigger and he left. Normally I would chase after him, but I had to check on Harry first.
"You alright? Did any of them hit you?" I asked, checking his body for injuries.
"No, I stayed behind the locker, so none of them hit me. You think that was Quirrel?" Harry asked, rising up off the floor.
"I'm certain it was. I don't think he expected me to put up as well of a fight as I did. When you've got more weapons at your disposal than the US dropped on the Taliban, you use that to your advantage," I explained.
"Should we tell a teacher what happened?" Harry asked.
"It might be for the best. The school needs to be on alert. I don't want that bastard getting away. The next he tries something like that, I'm gunning him down. Hopefully, there won't be collateral so I have to let him get away again."
"Collateral? Is that all I am?" Harry asked, crossing his arms.
"That's to put things in general terms. When a fight just broke out, anyone who could possibly get hit from the crossfire is collateral. That's how it works. Nothing is personal in war," I said, my tone unemotional.
"Amazing. One minute you're laughing and having fun, the next you're back to a soldier."
"That's because we nearly got killed. We would've been if I wasn't a soldier."
"Whatever. Who are we telling?"
"Professor Snape is a good start. Maybe he'll let Dumbledore know. I'm going to recommend it to him that he does. "Hopefully he's in his classroom. Keep close to me and keep your eyes and ears open. You see even the slightest thing, call it out. Quietly, mind you."
We played it close to the chest and kept an eye on everything as we headed to Snape's classroom. Gratefully, nothing happened on the way, but it never hurts to be careful. If I got a dollar for every minute I was careful, I could buy out the world with the cash I earned. Not to mention the money I already earned.
"Enter," Snape said as soon as we knocked at we saw him sitting at his desk. "To what do I owe the pleasure Mr. Morgan and..." There was an awkward pause when his eyes reached Harry. "...Mr. Potter?"
"Unfortunately, I can never come here bearing good tidings. Quirrel attacked us while we were in the locker room," I said quickly.
Snape's eyes widened. He obviously didn't expect anything of that magnitude.
"Are you certain it was Quirrel?" Snape asked, leaning forward in interest.
"He was way too tall to be any of the Slytherins and he could fire of spells faster than any of the students that I've seen. I don't have visual proof since he was wearing a hood while he was attacking us, but I managed to drive him off," I explained.
"I never thought he'd be that reckless. He obviously wants you both eliminated as soon as possible. He seems to see you as threat to him recovering the Sorcerer's Stone, and he wants Mr. Potter gone because most likely he's the Boy Who Lived. If he's working for the Dark Lord, then killing Harry Potter would make him the best servant ever," Snape deduced.
"Dark Lord? Wait, is that Voldemort who killed Harry's parents? I thought he was dead?" I asked in disbelief.
"You are correct in your deductions. And unfortunately, he did not completely die," Snape said. Harry's face immediately turned into one of surprised horror.
"Wait, what do you mean he didn't completely die?!" he exclaimed.
"A part of him still remains attached to this world, therefore he's still alive, though without a body. I believe he wants to use the Sorcerer's Stone to give himself a full body," Snape explained.
"I don't want that monster to come back!" Harry yelled.
"Calm yourself, Potter! Yelling about it will do nothing!" Snape snapped. "None of us want that, which is why we have to make sure he doesn't get his hands on the Stone."
"How can you tell me to calm down?! That psychopath killed my parents and now there's a chance he could come back? I find it very difficult to calm down right now!" Harry snapped.
"ENOUGH! Both of you. While I realize you two are both prejudiced against the other, can you not argue like a bunch of children? You are giving me a headache, and that is not helping the situation. If necessary, I will smack some sense into both of you by literally smacking you. Now, are you going to behave, or am I going to have to carry out my threat?" I said, my tone impatient and raising my hand while looking between the two. Honestly, it was like taking care of children at times.
"No, we'll calm down," Harry said.
Snape nodded in agreement. I sighed heavily. I had a plan to hopefully get rid of this childlike squabble. Hopefully, it would work and I can't really do it without the Headmaster's help.
"Great. Now, of course we don't want a powerful, psychopathic madman to return to full strength. The results would be catastrophic. How is the security around the Stone?" I asked.
"Airtight for the most part. Unfortunately, since Quirrel is one of teachers who joined in on guarding the Stone, he has information on what the traps are, but he has to know how to get past them first. Even then, it's a mystery of how to get past that blasted dog," Snape explained.
"You're just upset because the dog nearly bit your leg off," I said dryly. Harry let out a bark of laughter and Snape eyed him distastefully.
"However right you may be, I don't find it funny that I did nearly get my leg bitten off," Snape said, eyeing Harry with that familiar coldness that we had known on the first day of school.
"Enough. Both of you," I said, my voice hard. "I expect the two of you two to act like adults here. If you keep this child mentality, Quirrel's going to get the Stone easy and that nightmare of a man will return. And in retrospect, I'd rather avoid the death of many people in the near future."
They went silent from my words. When it was put to the table like that, there was nothing else left to the imagination.
"I think that's everything anyway. Harry, come on," I said. He beat me out of the room. Before I left, I turned to Snape.
"You two are going to get over this hatred of each other. One way, or the other," I said, before leaving the room.
A/N: Chapter done! Now, Christmas one should definitely be next. If it isn't, may I cut my right ear off.(Not really) Anyway, next time and all of that shit.