A/N: I'm going to skip ahead a considerable distance. A little further than usual.


"Wood, Davies, shake hands," Madam Hooch said briskly, and Wood shook hands with the Ravenclaw Captain. I moved my neck from side to side to crack it as I spun the Firebolt from the mystery person who sent it. I was not one for wasting anything, so I decided to keep this. It was only bad news for the opposing teams.

"Mount your brooms... on my whistle... three - two - one -"

I immediately kicked off when she blew the whistle and the speed of my team's Firebolts became for a competition for which one of us on our team could make it to the Quaffle first rather than the opposing team. I decided to run interference with the other Chasers instead of going for the Quaffle. I forced Davies to divert away from the Quaffle before we collided, which was exactly what I was going for.

Upon blocking Davies, I saw that Katie had grabbed the Quaffle and easily outstripped the other Chasers in speed while making it to the hoops before scoring in no time at all.

"That's ten points to Gryffindor already! Ravenclaw just won't be able to match up to the speed of those Firebolts! Ladies and gentleman, I can safely say that this won't be much of a match at that rate!" Lee Jordan said. I smirked. He was right about that one. These brooms had blinding speed. They had old Shooting Stars. Most of them at least. Cho Chang had a Comet.

The match was, safe to say, a slaughter. Absolute slaughter. We were fifteen minutes into the match, and we were up by one hundred and seventy points. Ravenclaw only scored a few goals. They had to keep running Bludger interference with Wood to get any points on the board. It was pretty insane actually.

Then out of the corner of my eye as I was speeding towards the goals, I saw a flash of black. That color was rather unusual to be on the field without other color accommodating it. So it caught my attention.

As I turned, I saw three Dementors heading towards Harry. NO. Not this time. I instantly dropped the Quaffle and sped towards the small pack of Dementors. Without stopping and with the force of a bullet, cold cocked the first Dementor I saw. I heard a satisfying break, and I smiled. It wouldn't matter too much considering Dementors were only really affected by the Patronus Charm, but it felt really satisfying to break something.

But it wasn't long before a shout of "Expecto Patronum!" from a familiar voice that I saw a flash of white out of the corner of my eye. I immediately turned to see that a Patronus as bright as a star in the form of a stag was charging towards me and the Dementors.

I instantly flew upward and looked towards where Harry was. He looked to be completely unaffected by the Dementors, and come to think of it, so did I. Though I wasn't complaining. On the contrary, his face was one of pure glee as he had the Snitch tightly gripped in his left hand and his wand gripped in the other while flying in the air, both arms out as if he was embracing the world.

"Fuck you! Ain't nothing stopping this train!" I heard him yell in pure joy. I smiled. He pulled off a Patronus charm against three Dementors when it was completely unexpected. THAT was magical power.

Both of us head towards near the same spot on the ground and we instantly clapped fists and raised them high in celebration before holding our other arms to the crowd, whose roars were deafening. Then we had the other five of our team come over to us and we all partook in a group hug tight enough to squeeze the breath out of a troll.

"Hell yeah kid!" I said, clapping him hard on the back after we all separated. All three of our female members had kissed us both on the cheek, to which of course Fred and George waggled their eyebrows to before clapping us both hard on the back. That was certainly a way to stick it to Dementors. Knock them the fuck out then give them a Patronus to tell their ugly ass grandchildren about.

"Yes!" Ron yelled, yanking Harry's arm into the air. "Yes! Yes!"

"Well done, Harry!" Percy said, looking delighted. "Ten Galleons to me! Must find Penelope, excuse me -"

"Good for you, Harry!" Seamus Finnegan roared.

"Ruddy brilliant!" Hagrid boomed over the heads of the milling Gryffindors.

"That was quite some Patronus," Professor Lupin said next to us.

"You learn fast as hell son. I'm very impressed," I said with a proud smile. He gave me a wide grin before giving me a hug and backing up, so restless you could've sworn you injected enough sugar into him to crash ten Aragogs.

"The Dementors didn't affect me at all!" Harry said excitedly. "I didn't feel a thing!"

"That would be because they - er - weren't Dementors," Professor Lupin said, making me look at him with a puzzled look.

"What do you mean?" I questioned.

"Come and see - " Lupin said before leading us away from the big group towards the edge of the field. "You gave Mr. Malfoy quite a fright."

My eyes widened and I pushed ahead of Lupin to see that Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Marcus Flint, the Slytherin team Captain, were all struggling to remove themselves from long, black, hooded robes. It looked as though Malfoy had been standing on Goyle's shoulders. But Malfoy was also nursing a broken jaw courtesy of me. Though that wasn't all he was going to suffer from. I was pissed.

"Locomotor Mortis!" I heard a shout, but I acted on instinct and jumped over the hex headed for me to bind my legs before I started running towards the four Slytherins. Whoever cast the curse definitely saw my anger coming. It wasn't going to stop me.

Upon seeing me, my fast rate of running, and my furious look, they instantly looked terrified and tried to crawl away from me. When I got near them, I managed to stop myself while clenching my fists to try and calm down.

"You're starting to let your anger control you. Don't do it to yourself," I said to myself. I then took a deep breath before turning to McGonagall and speaking in a dark and low tone. "I suggest you get them away from this field before the sight of their faces makes me lose what little control I have."

"Your warning has been noted. Mr. Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe, and Flint. Come with me," McGonagall said in a sharp tone. I could even hear a little coldness in her tone.

"Wha abo my waw?" Malfoy mumbled, pointing to his broken jaw. By the looks of things, my blow had also knocked a few teeth out as well. Serves the bastard right.

"We'll take you to the hospital wing on the way. Move," McGonagall said, not giving him any sympathy in her tone. Then she led the four away as the others approached me from behind.

"I'm surprised you stopped," Harry said idly.

"I find that when it comes to you, I let my anger get the best of me. And that is not in my Modus Operandi," I said, using the official term rather than the acronym.

"Modus Operandi... Doesn't that mean a particular way of doing something?" Harry questioned.

"Correct. That's what happens when you have your face in books," I said, tapping his forehead with my index finger.

"I have you to thank for that I suppose," Harry said as George forced his way over to us.

"Hey! "Party! Gryffindor common room! Now!" he exclaimed. I wrapped my arms around Harry's and Ron's necks as we went back up the common room.

The entire common room was so turned up, that it seemed like the Quidditch Cup had already been won. But I suppose this celebration came from Harry's outstanding performance of the Patronus Charm. I wouldn't be surprised if Flitwick would take a particular interest in Harry because of that feat. The Patronus Charm was no easy task.

"How did you do that?" Angelina Johnson squealed as George started throwing Peppermint Toads into the crowd.

"With a little help from Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs," Fred muttered in Harry's ear. But I was close enough to hear what he said.

"I'm a little lost on that one," I told Harry.

"They're the creators for the Marauders Map. No idea who they are though," Harry said.

"Whoever they were, they were extremely skilled to make something like that," I said before my eyes wandered over to Hermione, who was reading a book over in the corner. "Trust Hermione to have her nose in a book as a party's going on."

We walked over to her, and plopped ourselves in the chairs next to her. I snatched the book from her grasp while keeping my finger lodged in the page.

"Take a break for once," I said, holding the book up. Hermione simply rolled her eyes as there was no convincing me out of this.

"Did you come to the game?" Harry asked her.

"Of course I did. And I'm very glad we won, and I think you did really well, but I need to read this by Monday," Hermione said, reaching for the book but I wasn't having none of it.

"Like I said, take a break. You read at a fast rate. It won't take you long," I told her.

"He's right Hermione. Come and have some food," Harry said, looking over at Ron. The divide between the two was apparent, but it somehow grew in intensity.

"I can't, Harry. I've still got four hundred and twenty-two pages to read!" Hermione said, now sounding slightly hysterical. "Anyway..." She glanced over at Ron too. "He doesn't want me to join in."

"You don't have to give a shit. The two of us still like you. And honestly, if you want to, that's all you have to care about," I told her. She looked at me and her expression was pondering. She was definitely thinking about my words.

"You know," Ron said loudly. "if Scabbers hadn't been eaten, he could've had some of those Fudge Flies. He used to really like them -"

Whatever effect my words had on her at the moment was negated as Hermione burst into tears. Before me or Harry could say or do anything, she snatched the enormous book from my hand and, still sobbing, ran toward the staircase to the girls' dormitories and out of sight. I looked towards Ron with an angry expression, but Harry put a hand on my shoulder and gave me a stony look.

"Leave him to me," Harry said, his tone even. But I could tell there was some type of hidden intent there. Even I couldn't figure out what it was. I had enough of the party and opted more on a quiet place.

I went outside and grappled up to the top of the castle. Standing on the narrow tip that was at the very top of the castle, I surveyed the blue sky and the Forbidden Forest as I shifted my head. There was a calming stillness about the place; Like a spell had been cast over the whole atmosphere, stilling nerves and emotions alike. At times, I loved when the area was like this. Just nice and peaceful.

I walked back to the castle at around midnight. But I as I climbed through the window of my dorm, I could hear that the party was still going on. I groaned and opted to go back out of the window. I went down to the grounds and wished I still had the virtual reality machine. Unfortunately, it was not allowed to be around the castle. It was such a shame too. So I decided to brush up on my skills. Kind of go over my combat techniques. Firing any guns would attract too much noise. Sure I could've used suppressors, but there was no fun in that.

I ended up practicing for about two hours before I got bored and went back to the castle. At that time, I could see that the castle was wide awake and buzzing. The attention seemed to be centered around Ron. I knew instantly something was wrong.

"What's all the fuss about?" I asked, approaching them.

"Where were you?!" Ron exclaimed.

"Out. You know parties aren't my thing. Sometimes, at least. Are you going to tell me what happened?" I questioned.

"Ron had a delusion that Sirius Black was hanging over his bed with a knife," George said, looping his finger in a circle.

"Now, really, enough's enough!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed as she came barreling through the portrait. "I am delighted that Gryffindor won the match, but this is getting ridiculous! Percy, I expected better of you!"

"I certainly didn't authorize this, Professor!" Percy said, puffing himself up indignantly. "I was just telling them all to get back to bed! My brother Ron here had a nightmare -"

"IT WASN'T A NIGHTMARE!" Ron yelled. "PROFESSOR, I WOKE UP, AND SIRIUS BLACK WAS STANDING OVER ME, HOLDING A KNIFE!" Rather than trying to prove whether Ron was delusional or not, I decided to look for evidence.

I cut on AS mode and isolated previous footprint tracks that came through here at least 20 minutes ago. A few matched Professor McGonagall's, but there were a few footprints that were definitely not hers. And they were too big to match any of the students. If it wasn't Black, it was definitely some other adult. But that wouldn't make sense.

"He's not lying," I said, leaning up from off the ground.

"How do you figure that?" Percy questioned pompously. I gave him a withering look before pointing to my eyes, which were glowing a light blue from my AS contacts. He backed away from me upon seeing it.

"With Area Surveillance Vision, I can detect the imprints of previous marked footprints and isolate time frames in between them," I told Percy.

"Ok. In a way all of us can understand," Fred said.

"Basically, I can see what footprints came through here in the last twenty minutes by separating time frames. I can definitely see imprints of boots coming through this area. Definitely a wizarding design, but very worn judging by the irregularity of the design at the bottom. If anyone was here, it had to be Black," I told them. Ron immediately gestured to me with a hard emphasis.

"See! And even if you don't believe either of us, ask him!" he exclaimed, at pointing the back of Sir Cadogan's picture. "Ask him if he saw -"

McGonagall looked suspiciously at me and Ron, but went to go check the portrait nonetheless. The whole common room listened with bated breath.

"Sir Cadogan, did you just let a man enter Gryffindor Tower?" we heard her ask

"Certainly, good lady!" Sir Cadogan cried. My eyes widened. Why would Cadogan do that? There was a stunned silence, both inside and outside the common room.

"You - you did?" Professor McGonagall said. "But - but the password!"

"He had 'em!" Sir Cadogan said proudly. "Had the whole week's, my lady! Read 'em off a little piece of paper!" I instantly looked at Neville who locked eyes with me, and looked terrified. Black had somehow got a hold of the paper Neville used to help him remember the passwords. And that was exactly how Black had gotten inside. I can't believe I didn't think of that scenario happening.

Professor McGonagall pulled herself back through the portrait hole to face the stunned crowd. She was white as chalk.

"Which person," she said, her voice shaking, "which abysmally foolish person wrote down this week's passwords and left them lying around?"

There was utter silence, broken by the smallest of terrified squeaks. Neville Longbottom, trembling from head to fluffy slippered toes, raised his hand slowly into the air. I had to rub my temples. That was the closest to Harry that Black had gotten. And he was only a bed away.

"We'll focus on that later," I said, cutting McGonagall off. "Right now, see if the teachers can find him." McGonagall looked at me and nodded before striding out of the portrait. I looked to everyone.

"Everyone, get your wands out and stay alert. No matter how good Black is, his chances aren't good with an entire common room of witches and wizards along with a Muggle who will snap his neck on sight," I told everyone. They ignored my last jibe about snapping Black's neck and scrambled to go up to their dorms to get their wands. Tonight was another night for caution. If only I was here. I would heard the bastard come in and handed him over to the Dementors. As much as I hated those creatures, I hated Black even more. And I would see him suffer.