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I'm not J.K Rowling, nor do I claim to be nearly as talented or creative as her. She owns every last bit of the Harry Potter Universe and only her, and companies associated with her make any profit from the Potterverse.

Authors Note 1

So, I know the last chapter was a bit of filler, but it had to be done. There's A LOT that happens in this chapter though, so read on and please review the chapter to let me know of your thoughts on it all.

Authors Note 2

The approach I'm going to take to Quidditch is quite unorthodox, and before you get all up in arms about it, read the AN at the end of the story and it will explain.

Authors Note 3

Before you crucify me, yes I'm well aware that in cannon Harry is not the youngest seeker ever, he is the youngest seeker in a century. However, seeing as we don't even know who the other seeker is, I decided to change that detail to suit my story.

Authors Note 4

On the note of changing things, YES I KNOW that in cannon Slytherin and Gryffindor play first in every single year except for Harry's third year, (and even then they were supposed to play first, but Malfoy got the schedule changed by faking injury) but I figured it would be a hell of a lot more dramatic to have Gryffindor vs Slytherin be the final game of the season, so that's what I did, here's the Quidditch schedule, if anyone is interested.

Slytherin vs Ravenclaw

Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw

Slytherin vs Hufflepuff

Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff

Gryffindor vs Slytherin

Ravenclaw vs Hufflepuff.

This won't always necessarily be the schedule, the reason Gryffindor vs Slytherin is second last game is because I'm not sure if Harry will end up in the hospital wing or not, and I'd like him to be in all Slytherin games.

Authors Note 5

Thank you as always to my beta JZuCuadra for his work on this story.

Beta Note 1

Hi guys, sorry for the delay, I got this chapter last week but wasn't able to get it edited before my university schedule required my attention. I'll do my best to make sure any delay is not as long because of me again.

Chapter 13 Quidditch, Halloween, and Revenge.

Boy Who Lived

Becomes Youngest Seeker in Hogwarts History!

By Rita Skeeter

For the last decade Harry Potter has been something of an enigma in the magical world. A phenomenon which no one can explain. You all of course know of his moniker as "The Boy-Who-Lived" and his legendary victory over

He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

But, what if I told you that Harry Potter is once again entering the spotlight for yet another extraordinary achievement?

Harry Potter is a first year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and only turned 11 years old on the 31st of July. However, he is already making waves at the legendary school. Young Harry tells me that he had never once flown a broom before his arrival at Hogwarts, however, that all changed when he lined up for his first flying lesson, there his skill was noticed by Professor Severus Snape, Hogwarts Potions Master, and Head of Slytherin House, the very same house that Harry himself calls home.

Professor Snape noticed the boy's talent on a broomstick immediately, and then he made a decision for his house. It is a century long rule at Hogwarts that no first year is allowed to either bring a broomstick to school, or try out for the house Quidditch team. However, upon seeing the prodigious skill of young Mr. Potter, Professor Snape sought to change that.

And readers to my utter delight I was able to secure the very first ever interview with the living legend himself, right before his historic tryout, and what I deemed his attempt at history. And I must say, a more polite and down to earth boy I have yet to met. He is nothing like the attention seeking daredevil many of us feared he may become. Harry Potter had this to say on how this moment came about.

"There was an accident during our first flying lesson, and Professor Snape, my head of house, came out and saw me flying." This, coming from the Boy-Who-Lived himself. "Apparently he was impressed with me, because he told me I was a natural flyer, and said that he was going to appeal to the board of governors to allow me a tryout and a broomstick. So, thanks to the efforts of Professor Snape, and the generosity of the board, here we are."

Harry then took the time to graciously thank the Hogwarts Board of Governors,

"I would like to say thank you to both Professor Severus Snape, and everyone on the Hogwarts Board of Governors for this opportunity. Without their efforts this would have never come to be."

I then asked Harry how he felt at that very moment, only minutes before he would be given the opportunity to make history.

"It's an odd feeling to be honest, I'm beyond excited at the opportunity, and thrilled to test myself against older and more experienced flyers. But I'm also rather nervous, I will be trying out for seeker, but the current seeker is a seventh year who has been on the team for a few years, and apparently he's quite talented, so I'm certainly the underdog here."

Young Harry Potter's talent is so extraordinary that it seemingly caught the attention of famed philanthropist Lord Lucius Malfoy, and apparently even he seemed to sense great potential in the young boy.

"The Malfoy family purchased me a Nimbus 2000. I guess Mr. Malfoy is the head of the board of governors and he had heard about me from Professor Snape, so on that note, thank you very much to both Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy for their incredible generosity."

Quite a generous gift indeed, for those of you who are not aware the Nimbus 2000 is widely considered to be the best racing/sports broomstick in the world. And it retails from anywhere between 12, and 17,000 galleons deepening on the time of year. I later caught up with Lord Malfoy to ask him about the investment.

"It was nothing," said Lord Malfoy, quickly waving it off, "our world owes that boy far more than gold could ever repay, so me and my wife took it upon ourselves to try to begin putting a small dent in the debt our world owes Mr. Potter. And if my two sons, along with my friend Severus are correct, he will put the broom to great use, and hopefully bring Slytherin House another Quidditch Championship."

What I then saw at the Hogwarts Stadium can only be defined as legendary. 11 year old Harry Potter, despite being possibly the smallest player I have ever seen on a Quidditch pitch of that magnitude flew circles around his opposition, and within minutes had pulled off an excellent trick with a bludger, and had caught the snitch, forever cementing his name into the Hogwarts history books.

To hear Harry Potter's comments post tryout turn to page 4.

That was the source of the murmurs that Harry had picked up on immediately after entering the great hall. He had quickly taken his seat at the Slytherin table and spied a copy of the Daily Prophet that was being read by Daphne Greengrass.

"Made quite the impact haven't you Potter?" Asked Greengrass with a smirk, "You flew a broom for 5 minutes and you made the front page."

"Flew brilliantly for 5 minutes!" Corrected Tracy, as she smiled at Harry causing him to blush a deep crimson.

"Yes," said Greengrass, surprising Harry with a genuine, soft smile shot his way. "I never claimed he didn't fly brilliantly, there's a reason he's the youngest seeker ever. But the facts are the facts, he flew around a Quidditch pitch for 5 minutes and made the front page of the most popular publication in magical Britain. Name me one other person who could have done that?"

Everyone around them either shrugged, or sniggered. Harry noticed that Daphne was doing it again, it wasn't quite an insult, but it was on the border. But then again, she had actually smiled at him, which was a rare occurrence from the blonde Slytherin who Theo had called the "Ice Queen" only two days earlier.

"Just wait for the next article," said Draco, almost singing, "Boy-Who-Lived leads Slytherin to dominant victory in opening game of the season!"

This earned cheers from around the Slytherin table.

"Don't get too far ahead of yourself Draco," Harry warned, "Ravenclaw is a very good team, though I don't know who there seeker is, there chasers are outstanding."

"Some Asian girl." Spoke up an older boy a little down the table. Harry until now hadn't noticed that their conversation seemed to be at the very center of the whole table's attention.

Harry just shrugged before asking the boy,

"Do you know anything else about her?"

The boy just shrugged in return before responding half heartedly.

"Not really, I think she might be a second year, she's small, decent looking, aside from that, afraid I can't help you."

Harry nodded in acknowledgement, slightly disappointed at the lack of information regarding his opponent, especially considering the entire world knew about him, but Harry knew that wouldn't make or break the match.

The first match of the year was to be Slytherin vs Ravenclaw. Slytherin had dominated the Quidditch league, with 7 consecutive Quidditch Championships to match their seven consecutive house cups. Ravenclaw on the other hand, was an extremely strong young team. Their chasers were a very good group of three. Roger Davies was a third year chaser who, had been second in scoring the year earlier as a second year. Lilly Abbotsford was also a third year, she wasn't an outstanding scorer, though she was good at it. Where her game truly shown was in their defensive abilities. Flint had said that she was brilliant at intercepting passing, and was also a gifted passer. The 3rd chaser was a second year who no one knew much about, but Adrian Pucey had snuck into Ravenclaw's practices along with their tryout. The scouring report was that he was a very quick, offensively dynamic chaser. Their beaters were good, but nothing unbelievable, this was a weakness for both teams however. Harry knew that Slytherin had the edge in net, Myles Bletchley was a very gifted keeper. Marcus Jones, the Ravenclaw keeper was good, but he wasn't on the level of Bletchley.

Though Harry worried about the Ravenclaw chasers he saw no reason that Slytherin shouldn't be victorious. And Harry knew he had found a loophole in the rules that would allow for Slytherin to gain an extra advantage if it was necessary.

As the weeks progressed and the game drew closer, Harry's nerves increased. He had never played sports in school, Dudley had seen to that, as a result he had very little experience in competitive atmospheres, so he could only hope he reacted positively to the pressure.

Before Harry knew it his first month at Hogwarts had come to a close, and Harry could say with complete and utter certainty that it had been the best month of his life, and that he was thoroughly looking forward to the next nine months as well. Harry's initial observations had been correct, he was certainly the best in his year, at least in the practical portion. He technically didn't have proof that he was the best in the more theoretical portion of their work, however, he had yet to receive anything less than an outstanding on any paper he had handed in, so he assumed he was at the very top of that list as well. He knew that Granger from Ravenclaw was intelligent. Though Harry thought people far overestimated her ability, she was a typical bookworm, and like Harry seemed to have the ability to memorize text without much of an issue. However, Harry noticed that her spell work, though still very good for her age, was nowhere near the level of her apparent magical knowledge.

Harry suspected that Daphne Greengrass was probably 2nd to him in Slytherin, though he thought that Theo and Tracy probably weren't very far behind her. Greengrass was apparently a potions prodigy, and actually equaled Harry's work on most days, even bettering him on some days. She also seemed to be quite talented in the art of transfiguration. Though unlike potions, she posed no challenge to him in that subject, nor any other, with the exception of Herbology, but he suspected that was because of the subjects relation to potions, which he was sure she had studied long before her arrival at Hogwarts. Theo was probably second in Defense Against The Dark Arts, and Draco or Greengrass were probably third. In charms Greengrass was probably second in Slytherin, third was probably a contest between Tracy and Draco, who was actually quite good in charms, probably his best subject, though he was more than adequate in Potions and DADA as well.

Aside from his classes Harry had thoroughly enjoyed Quidditch, even though they had yet to play a game, he truly enjoyed the practices, flying just came naturally to him, and he thought that flying at top speed on the fastest racing broom in the world was the best feeling that one could ever hope to experience.

Before he knew it, October was nearly November. Nothing much changed, Harry continued to dominate on the pitch and in the classroom. Harry at this point had finished and memorized his first year textbooks for Charms, Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. His other textbooks were much larger, and got more advanced, since they were meant to cover multiple years. In the case of his Herbology text, it was meant to cover all seven years. Despite this, Harry was well over half way through the Potions text as well, and had about half of it memorized. Harry enjoyed Potions, and recognized the many uses they could have, and how versatile they could truly be in the right hands.

He, Draco, Theo, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy, often practiced jinxes together when Harry wasn't studying. Harry found it quite amusing that Draco and the others wouldn't even consider practicing magic without him. Despite Draco's status as a Malfoy, it was clear to all who observed that Harry was quite clearly the leader of their group, it was never spoken upon, it was more of an unspoken agreement, they could all see the potential greatness that Harry possessed. Even Crabbe and Goyle apparently recognized Harry's talent. Though they were still loyal to Draco, he was no longer their main priority, whenever Harry didn't object, or sneak off in secret, it was him, not Draco, who one could see being flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, as the two bigger boys gave off the impression of being the smaller boys personal bodyguards. Harry had no objections as long as he didn't want to be alone, he saw only advantages to this, and as for Crabbe and Goyle, Harry treated them a fair bit better than Draco did, treating them as people, not weapons. That, along with his obvious talent and potential future influence had won him their loyalty unconditionally.

Today was no different, Harry walked down to the great hall with Crabbe and Goyle on either side of Harry, Draco and Theo also on either side, just a step behind him, as Pansy brought up the rear. When Harry reached the great hall he saw Tracy Davis, Daphne Greengrass, Jemma Fawley as well as Elan Malfoy and his group of friends at the Slytherin table. The Quidditch team were also already seated and ready. Today was October the 24th, today was the day that the Hogwarts Quidditch season officially kicked off, Slytherin vs Ravenclaw had been a match that was quite highly anticipated for multiple reasons.

The first of these reason was that the school desperately wanted to see Slytherin lose, and many of them believed that Ravenclaw could do it. Though Slytherin had dominated for years, and Gryffindor had always been close behind them, Ravenclaw was the dark horse pick of many students to win the cup. The second reason was simple, Harry Potter. The most famous boy in the entire wizarding world, and the youngest seeker in the schools 1000 year history was about to make his Quidditch debut playing the most difficult, and most important position in the game.

"What would you like to eat Harry?' Harry was snapped out of his revelation as Pansy pressed him to eat.

"I'm good thanks," he said quickly, the butterflies in his stomach wee fluttering at full force, and he was quite sure that a full stomach would do nothing but encourage them to spread their wings a bit more

Pansy pouted and was about to speak up when Tracy beat her to it

"Come off it Harry, you can't play Quidditch on an empty stomach, we need you at 100%." She said with a smile.

"Thank you Tracy, and I appreciate your concern but…"

"Potter, shut up and eat." Harry turned to see Daphne Greengrass leaning across the table and placing a plate with a couple of eggs and a piece of toast in front of him.

Harry looked up at her, flabbergasted, the 'Ice Queen" as Theo had now began calling her full time, showing this amount of compassion. He still didn't talk with Greengrass much, and she was still a bit of a mystery to him, but this was a curve ball he hadn't expected.

"Thanks Greengrass, but I said I was fine."

"And I'm telling you that you're not, after all, you wouldn't be so rude as to ignore a plate prepared for you by a kind hearted young lady would you Potter?" She said with a slightly arrogant smirk at him. She knew she had him, he was too polite, he wouldn't refuse her gesture of kindness because it would be exceedingly rude.

Harry cursed to himself, for the first time since his arrival at Hogwarts he had been officially outwitted.

He muttered a proper thanks under his breath, which only widened her now definitely triumphant smile, before he dug into his plate.

As soon as he finished he felt someone place their hand on his shoulder and he went complete bone stiff. Fortunately, whoever it was, along with no one else at the table seemed to notice his reaction, at least, none that let off that they had seen.

Harry turned and looked up to see that it had been Marcus Flint, his Quidditch captain.

"Potter, let's go." His voice held none of it's normal gusto, it was firm, matter of a fact, like a drill Sergeant giving an order, but not making a scene of it.

Harry inhaled deeply before nodding once and rising ot his feet.

"Go knock some Ravens out of the sky." Said Draco, shaking Harry's hand firmly, this was one form of contact, and probably the only one, that Harry had no problems with. He had had to do it quite a bit as a kid when Uncle Vernon brought potential business partners home for dinner.

"Good luck mate." Said Theo seriously. He also received a good luck from Crabbe and Goyle, and an over dramatic speech about how brilliant he would be from Pansy, Tracy wished him good luck as well.

"Good luck Potter, try not to embarrass yourself or the house, and catch the snitch would you." Greengrass said, her blank mask firmly in place, though she, like Draco offered her hand which Harry took after a seconds hesitation.

"Thanks Greengrass I'll do my best." He said, not sounding as confident as he would have liked.

She however, shocked him for the second time that morning, though she didn't say anything, and her mask stayed perfectly in place, she quickly squeezed his hand in a reassuring matter before he joined the rest of the team as they began to make their way down to the locker rooms.

They dressed in silence, Harry was trying to stop the constant flow of thoughts going through is mind, but try as he may every possible negative outcome kept creeping into his vision.

"You alright Potter?" Asked Pucy from his left.

"Yeah, Thanks Adrian but I'm fine, just a bit nervous is all."

"That's good, I'd be concerned if you weren't nervous, that just mean that you care. But trust me Harry, you'll be fine, you're the best seeker in the school mark my words, and remember the curve ball we can throw at anytime." He spoke that last bit with a devilish smirk.

Harry half heartedly returned the smile and then Flint spoke up.

"Alright gentlemen listen up," the bravado was back in his voice now.

"This is the best damn team Slytherin has had in years, and that's saying something because we live in the golden era of Slytherin Quidditch. Seven straight Quidditch cups, and with the chasers, keeper and seeker we have, the beaters could probably take the games off, but once you throw them into the equation, the win is practically a guarantee. Now Potter, you have an uncanny knack of catching the snitch quickly, DON'T. The Quidditch cup relies on total points as well as wins, help out the chasers, and keep Chang away from that snitch until we have at least 120 points, after that work your magic!"

Harry just nodded, signaling that he understood

"Pucey, Montague, we'll be up against a strong chaser line, worry about Abbotsford she is brilliant about intercepting passes, I want a lot of fancy flying and fake passing, mix up the timing so we don't get predictable, and don't be afraid to rought their chaser line up. Derrick, Bole, NO FUCKING MERCY! I want you to put people in the hospital wing if the opportunity presents itself. And Bletchley, you're make Jones look like an amateur in net, just prove it again! Alright boys it's time good luck, play hard, play dirty, PLAY FOR SLYTHERIN!" And with that they began their walk down the tunnel to the pitch before pausing. "Wait for Jordan to call your name."

"Welcome everybody to the official kick off of the 1991-1992 Hogwarts Quidditch season, and we have would should be a brilliant clash today between Ravenclaw and Slytherin." The crowd seemed to be very much on the side of Ravenclaw, if the thunderous ovation at their introduction was anything to go by, however, the Slytherin's held their own, and did a very good job of making themselves heard

"First we will introduce the teams before the Slytherin championship ceremony to commemorate their championship win last year. So, without further ado the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.

The keeper, number one Marcus Jones! The beaters number 2 the captain, Jonathan Bradley! And number 3 an alternate captain, Joshua Robinson! And now the spectacular, well rounded chaser line. Number 4 Jonathan Chambers! Number

5 Roger Davies! Number 6 Lilly Abbotsford! And their seeker, the rookie number 7 Cho Chang!"

Each time Lee Jordan spoke the name of a player they would streak out onto the pitch at top speed.

"When we're called," spoke up Flint quietly, "fly out at tops speed and hover at center unto Harry flies out, from there get a line in order of numbers and we'll fly a few laps at top speed."

"And now," Spoke Lee, his voice sounded like what he was about to say was causing him great pain. "Let me introduce to you the reigning, defending seven time Quidditch Champions SLYTHERIN! The keeper and alternate captain, number one Miles Bletchley! The beaters, both rookies, number 2, Brandon Bow and number 3 Matthew Derrick! The chaser line number 4 alternate captain Abraham Montague! Number 5 Adrian Pucey! And number 6 the captain and top scorer from last season Marcus Flint!" It was at this point that Harry was left alone in the tunnel. Despite three quarters of the school booing each Slytherin, it almost sounded like a split crowd, Harry silently commended the Slytherins in the crowd.

"And now, it is my pleasure to introduce to you, the boy we have all been anxiously awaiting, the youngest seeker in Hogwarts history, the saviour of magical Britain, the Boy-Who-Lived, number 7 HARRY POTTER!" Harry was a bit taken aback both by the flamboyant and over the top introduction he received from Lee, who was usually quite vocal against the house of serpents, and the roar of approval as he streaked out onto the pitch. It seemed that almost everyone, if not everyone, was on their feet, Harry was receiving a unanimous standing ovation, he did the only thing he could and played up to it, he shot straight up in the air, and completely forgetting what Flint said began to fly a lap at top speed. The team just went with it, soaring behind Harry as if it had been their plan all along, all of them revelling in the reception Harry's name had brought on. Harry flew in the lead, saluting each section of the crowd as he went.

"And now," came the voice of Lee Jordan, ad the Slytherin's finished their lap. "We ask for a moment of silence and respect as we raise Slytherin 1990-1991 season Championship banner into the rafters." Lee spoke with a pained voice, but managed to stay respectful.

Harry looked on as a giant, emerald green banner, adorned with a silver Serpent, with

1990-1991 Hogwarts Quidditch Champions, written across the banner in gold was raised into the rafters. Despite the plea for silence, the green and silver portion of the crows was erupting with their approval.

"And now," said Lee, anticipation creeping into his voice, "if both teams would take their marks at center field, we can get the action underway." Both teams took their marks.

"Captains shake hands." Came the demand from Madam Hooch, who would serve as referee. They did and then the whistle blew Harry shot straight up into the air.

"And Adrian Pucey of Slytherin has the quaffle off the scrum, Pucey streaking down the pitch, dodges a bludger from Bradley and feeds Montague, who goes to Flint, NO, Abbotsford with a picture perfect interception." Normally Harry would be trying to tone Lee out, but he was waiting for his chance to intervene, after all, he was instructed to not touch the snitch until they had scored at least 120 points.

"Abbotsford finds chambers all alone, Chambers versus Bletchley, Chambers fakes left and shoots, OH what a save from Bletchley at the last possible moment. Flint has it now, Marcus Flint weaves past Chambers, dives past Bradley, but is hit by a bludger from Robinson. But Pucey was in position to snatch the quaffle, Pucey to Montague, Montague fakes, passes to Pucey, SCORES! Slytherin lead by 10."

The green and silver section of the crowd erupted in approval, while the Gryffindor and Ravenclaws groaned as one, the Hufflepuffs applauded quietly, always respectful that house was. That was one thing Harry had learned, he had been able to get a pretty good feel for the four houses.

Harry enjoyed Slytherin, it was a good mixture of joking around, having fun, and taking work and extracurricular activities seriously. Harry also noticed that Slytherin House, out of the 4 seemed to have the widest variations of personalities. From hyperactive, loud students like Marcus Flint, to private, serious students like Daphne Greengrass. To a mixture of the two like Harry, Draco, and Theo.

Harry was more than happy with Slytherin, and wouldn't want it any other way. He didn't hate all of the other houses by any means, but none of them were as diverse and as interesting to him as Slytherin.

Ravenclaw was a perfect example of that, if Harry couldn't have been a Slytherin he would have chose Ravenclaw. They were a very quiet and serious bunch, often times they could be seen behind a book. They were quiet in general, but always respectful, except for that first year Granger. She seemed to want to prove that she was the best in every area. Which Harry found laughable since he was sure he had her beat in close to every, if not every area of magic. However, Harry acknowledged the fact that if he was a Ravenclaw he would probably get bored with their house dynamic eventually. Overall Harry had a positive view on the house and most of its occupants.

He had a very similar view on Hufflepuff, they also took their studies seriously, though nowhere near as serious as the Ravens, and probably slightly less serious than Slytherin in most cases. They were, out of the four houses, the most friendly and outgoing. Though Harry would concede the point that he didn't really know any Hufflepuffs, and that he wasn't friends with any of them, thus far he had never met a Hufflepuff he had disliked, Macmillan was a bit uptight and snobbish, but Harry didn't dislike the boy. Unlike Ravenclaw though, Harry could not picture himself a badger. He was NOT an outgoing person, sure, he had his group of friends, but he didn't truly trust any of them. And trust and loyalty were something Hufflepuff took very seriously, harry had a neutral view on Hufflepuff, he didn't like nor dislike the house of badgers.

And then there was Gryffindor, where to even begin. He thought the house was worthless, mind you, he could respect bravery, but he had yet to see any examples of it. Sure, Weasel had showed up to their duel, but Harry figured Weasel wasn't much sharper than a box of rocks, so he thought that choice had little to do with bravery. The house in general was loud and obnoxious, but for no good reason. Harry did find the twins antics amusing, but they were the exceptions. Harry could not see himself in red and gold, and if he had been, he was sure half the first years would be dead already.

During these musings Harry had continued to circle above the action. Slytherin was ahead by 30, though that gap had been 50 only moments earlier. Slytherin was currently ahead 70-40. Ravenclaw scored again, and then intercepted a breakout attempt by Slytherin to strike again making the score 70-60, however, Slytherin had conceded the last 4 goals, and it was clear that their chasers were getting panicked, and the Slytherin portion of the stands was becoming restless. Marcus looked up at Harry with fury on his face and caught his eye before nodding almost imperceptibly, clearly signaling it was time to play their ace.

"And Pucy streaks down the field, Pucey to Montague, Montague to Pucey, Pucey to Flint, fakes the pass and shoots, great stop by Jones! Jones to Davies, Davies is hit with a bludger from Derrick and drops the quaffle. And Flint has it again, Flint just dodges Chambers and passes desperately to Pucy, but Abbotsford picks it off again and.. what the hell?"

As Harry realized that Abbotsford was in perfect position for the interception he had dove towards the play, right as she had stolen the quaffle Harry had swooped out of the sky and tore the ball from her hands

"And Potter has the quaffle, and POTTER SCORES! But he's the seeker damnit, that must be illegal, call it Hooch, call it!"

Lee was in an uproar, as well as the stands. Hooch blew her whistle to call timeout.

"Potter," she asked when they had landed, "what on earth are you doing, you're supposed to be seeker?"

"With all due respect Madam," Harry said politely, "there is nothing in the rule books that say seekers can't handle the quaffle, the reason you don't see it in pro games is because most seekers are too afraid to take their eyes off of the snitch."

For the next ten minutes, Madam Hooch frantically went through the rules, double and triple checking every line before she rose to center field and muttered "sonorous" while pointing her wand at her throat to amplify her voice.

"Upon extensive review, I have determined that there is no rule against seekers handling the quaffle, the goal stands, and the score is 80-60 in favour of Slytherin, now play on!

The stands were in an absolute uproar now. The Slytherin section was exploding with approval.

"Well, I guess it is allowed, leave it up to a slimy snake to find a loophole to the time honoured rules of Quidditch…"

"Jordan!" Snapped McGonagall furiously.

"Sorry Professor, what I meant to say was 80-60 Slytherin as play resumes"

"And it's Chambers with the quaffle Chambers dodged around Flint, looks and passes, BUT NO! Potter has it again with a beautifully timed interception, Potter dodges Abbotsford, a bludger, Davies, Potter's all alone against Jones, Potter fakes left, fakes right, cuts back to the left, wait, no it was another fake, Potter scores again! 90-60 Slytherin! As much as I don't like it, man that boy can fly, it's no doubt why he was the youngest seeker ever, but at this rate he should've played chaser."

Harry smirked, "you wait Jordan," he thought "I'll get the snitch too, just you wait."

The next few minutes played out with Slytherin striking twice more. But then Ravenclaw came back with three of their own.

Harry knew it was time to intervene again, the snitch had not showed itself once, and Cho Chang, the opposing seeker, seemed to have no idea what to do after seeing Harry play as a 4th chaser.

Pucey trying to break out of his own end, Pucey fakes left, goes right to Flint. Marcu Flint, Slytherin captain in possession, AND FLINT WITH A SPECTACULAR LOB, TO POTTER! That had to have covered half the field. Potter all alone again, AND HE SCORES! 120-90 for Slytherin."

As Ravenclaws was entering Slytherin's end, Harry decided for one final display of skill before searching for the snitch. He joined the chasers on Defense, and just as Davies entered his end he pretended to fly off, out of the play before swooping back into the play to break up another pass attempt, he could've swore he heard Davies laughing behind him seemingly in pure disbelief.

"Unbelievable interception from Potter, he doges Abbotsford, doges a bludger, dodges the other bludger, dodges a beater and… was that the snitch?"

Harry cursed, he had seen it too, a glint of gold below. He tossed the quaffle backwards without looking, hoping that one of his chasers was trailing him before he went into a death defying dive. Chang had already seen it, and she had the head start, Harry was willing his broom to go faster, she was ahead and drawing closer by the second. The snitch stopped its dive and shot towards the Ravenclaw hoops, but didn't change elevation. Harry changed the angle, he heard Chang curse, she had probably had him, and though she was still ahead Harry's angle was perfect, he just prayed that it would be enough. Despite the tension of the situation he had to laugh as he heard a roar from the crowd, his pass must have found a chaser.

"AND POTTER'S GOT THE SNITCH! The game is over 280-90 for Slytherin."

Harry shot upwards raising the snitch above his head for all to see. The Slytherin's were going ballistic now, the Hufflepuffs were cheering, obviously impressed and even the Ravenclaw's politely applauded grudgingly. The Gryffindors still booed, but Harry didn't care.

He flew over to Madam Hooch to give her the snitch but she shook her head and smiled at him.

"Keep it Potter, you've earned it.'

The next number of minutes was a blur, his team was ecstatic, and couldn't believe he had scored three times, had an assist, had some beautiful interceptions and steals, and had still managed to keep the snitch. Even the Ravenclaw team congratulated him, and made sure to let him know how impressed they were.

When Harry got back to the common room the room positively exploded with noise. Harry looked up to see a banner hanging from the ceiling with the words

"Potter For Minister!" In bold, emerald green font.

The tables were ladened with food and drinks of all varieties. The table in the center was buried under a mountain of food and refreshments, he quickly realized why, the team was all sitting around it.

"Potter, get over here you beautiful bastard!" Called Flint.

Harry rolled his eyes, but made his way over with a smile on his face anyways.

The next few hours were quite interesting. The Slytherin's partied hard, Harry was slightly annoyed though, he wasn't allowed to do anything. Anything he wanted was promptly retrieved and laid in front of him without question. Hell, he had 5th, 6th, and 7th Years catering to him. Apparently it was a Slytherin tradition, after a win, the Slytherin players would have their every need taken care of. Normally this wouldn't have bothered Harry, but they took it WAY too far. Some of the players were having their food literacy fed to them, and although Harry knew it was a joke, it was still a bit too far over the top for his liking. He even had an older girl offer to carry him when he had made it clear he was going to the restroom, and another offered the same when he finally said he was going to retire to his dorm at around midnight.

Despite that though, it was an incredible day, and Harry did enjoy the festivities very much. Apparently Violets McNare had wanted to conjure snakes all around the room.

"I would've done it," she had told him, "but I couldn't control the damn things, they just wanted to attack."

Harry knew in that moment he needed that spell, because unlike her, he could control snakes without an issue, though he wasn't about to tell her that.

"That's possible?" He asked trying to act surprised, she smirked and nodded.

"How do you do it?"

"It's actually really easy, not a lot people know it but it's simple, if you could pull off a bone breaker you'll have no problem with this, the incantation is Serpent Sortia, and there is no wand movement.

But yes, despite the lack of snakes, the festivities had been most enjoyable.

The next week passed by quickly, and like the weeks previously not much had happened of consequence. Harry awed with his skill, Weasley was a prat, Granger was annoying, so on, so forth. But then it was Halloween. The days classes passed without much consequence, charms had been fun, he had been the first to make his feather fly around the room, he had pulled off the "wingardium leviosa" spell on his first try, and by the end of the class he could keep the feather in the air for multiple minutes and could completely control its flight path.

But then came the Halloween feast.

"Harry come on, we've got to get to the feast." Pansy spoke up, breaking Harry out of his concentration, he was in the middle of his history of magic essay.

"Go on."

"But aren't you coming mate?" Asked Draco, "the feast will be a blast!"

"Than go enjoy it."

"But why aren't you coming?" Asked Theo, genuinely seeming confused.

Harry sighed.

"No offence, but I don't find it enjoyable to celebrate the date of my parents murder." He said in a flat and emotionless voice. Harry, having not known about that event until recently, hadn't been able to honour their memory, he intended to do that now, and celebrating their date of murder didn't seem like an appropriate way of doing so.

For their part, Harry's group of friends had the decency to look ashamed.

"Harry," said Pansy as she moved towards him

He quickly held up his hand to stop her, Pansy was far too touchy for Harry's liking.

"It's fine, I don't expect you to remember every tiny detail of my life, just go on and have a good time I'll be here when you come back.

And as they left Harry went back to his history of magic essay. Though he found Bins a terribly dull teacher, he really did enjoy the subject. He found it fascinating to immerse himself into the history of a world that he knew nothing about up until a few months previous.

As Harry finished his essay on the reign of Emeric the Evil he got up and stretched, deciding that he would go take a walk, he glanced up at the clock, surprised by how much time had passed, and he registered the fact that the students should be back soon.

…..

"So," Tracy asked, "where's Harry?"

"Really Davis?" Asked Draco rhetorically, "think of what happened to him on Halloween, do you really think he would want to celebrate this day." Draco spoke as if he had known the fact all along, Harry's friends nodded in agreement, keeping up the act.

"Oh, why didn't any of you stay with him?"

"Said he wanted to be alone." Said Theo simply.

For the next hour the students dug into some positively delicious dishes, and they were all looking forward to the promised entertainment, however, they never got to see it because at that exact moment Professor Quirrell came staggering into the great hall.

"TROLL, IN THE DUNGEONS!" Shouted Quirrell as he staggered in front of Dumbledore, "thought you ought to know." And with that the Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher promptly fainted.

The hall immediately went into an uproar, but at that moment Albus Dumbledore stood and shot off four fireworks with his wand each emitting a loud BANG!

"Prefects," he said, his voice completely calm, as if he was discussing the weather. "Please escort your houses back to the common rooms, under no circumstances are you to allow any members of your house to separate from the group. Severus, escort your house to their common room, since it is the direct line of fire. Pomona, Filius, make sure your house gets to their common room safely. Minerva come with me toe the dungeons and wait near the entrance, make sure the troll does not get away while I deal with the problem." Minerva nodded, if any other witch or wizard had insisted they take on troll alone their would have been an uproar. However, this was Albus Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard of the millenia, and defeater of Grindelwald. On this occasion, it was probably safest to let him deal with the troll alone.

"Professor," called out a 5th year. "Violet went off to the girls washroom."

Snape curse under his breath.

"Prefects, lead the house to the entrance of the dungeons and wait for me there. DO NOT under any circumstances take one step further than that until my arrival, do you understand me."

Everyone nodded in agreement except for one boy, who had slipped out of the hall moments earlier with one thing on his mind, revenge.

As the Slytherins made their way back to the common room, Draco, Theo, Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, Tracy, and even Daphne had the same thought running through their minds. "Please Harry stay in the common room."

…..

Harry was walking through the halls, lost in his own thoughts when all of a sudden, he heard a noise that made his blood freeze. A high pitched scream, filled with pure and utter terror. Harry quickly began to move in that direction, it was more curiosity than nobility that drove Harry forwards, though there was probably a bit of that as well.

Harry came to the entrance of a washroom where what he heard confused him greatly, he heard grunts and screams. Chalking it up to some girl throwing a tantrum Harry was about to turn away, disappointed when an arm wrapped around his throat. He struggled, but whoever had a hold of him was twice his size. He heard the door of the washroom slide open, and just before he was sure he would black out, he was thrust inside. He spun to face his assailant, however, the last thing he saw was Terence Higgs, an ear to ear smile on his face closing the door. It was at that moment that Harry heard three things, he head the lock click, he heard another loud grunt from behind him, and another, ear piercing scream from further behind him.

Confused Harry turned, and the sight made his blood turn to ice. In the corner of the washroom was a woman Harry recognized as Violet McNare, Elan Malfoy's girlfriend. But that wasn't what made his blood go cold, standing over her was a grey being that had to be 12 feet tall. Harry had seen it in a Newt Scamander's book on magical creatures, a troll.

It was at that moment that Harry unsoundly made the stupidest decision of his life so far, he only had one thought, he couldn't let this girl die.

"Petrificus Totalus!" The jet of purple light shot from the tip of Harry's wand, but to his utter horror sparked harmlessly off of the troll's back. Unfortunately for Harry though, the attempt at a sneak attack hadn't gone unnoticed. Violette's eyes widened in horror, and the troll gave a loud grunt before turning to face Harry. The thing grabbed a sink and ripped it clean from the wall before hurtling it towards Harry's head. His seeker reflexes kicked in as he dove to the side, narrowly avoiding being hit with the sink.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Harry Shouted levitating the sink into the air before smashing it over the trolls head, unfortunately, the troll just winced and swatted it out of the air.

"Mobiliarbus, Stupefy, Petrificus Totalus!" Harry's leg locker, stunner, and full body bind all had no effect.

"Flipendo!" Instead of flying backwards the troll only halted for a moment.

Harry was panicking now, it was clear that combat magic wasn't the way to go. Harry briefly considered a bone breaker, but he wasn't sure if it would work, he needed something else. And then he remembered the last conversation he had had with the girl still cowering in the corner.

"SERPENSORTIA!" From Harry's wand sprung a 10 foot long venomous snake. It reared to face Harry, but Harry knew what he had to do.

"I am not your enemy, I summoned you to help me combat the monstrosity."

Harry hissed out, Violet's jaw fell open, and she stared at the boy in front of her in disbelief.

Harry Potter was a Serpent Tongue, he could speak Parseltongue, but how?

The serpent turned and lunged at the troll, sinking its fangs into the trolls leg without hesitation. But Harry knew that soon the troll would shake it off or just crush it with it's club.

"Serpensortia, Serpensortia, Ozio Fracto!" Harry charged these next three with as much hatred towards the Dursleys as he could muster, because he knew it was required of him if he wanted the bone breaker to be successful.

Two more serpents burst from Harry's wand, these ones were about 12 feet long, at the words "Ozio Fracto" a bolt of crimson energy shot from Harry's wand and hit the troll in the arm.

It let out another bellow of agony as it's arm shattered, and it's club dropped to the floor.

"Wait." Harry commanded the two serpents who had started to advance on the troll.

"Ozio Fracto!" He bellowed again, this time it was the trolls leg that snapped, it let out another bellow of pain as it fell to it's remaining knee.

"Strike" Harry hissed out in Parseltongue.

The two serpents lunged forwards and sank their fangs into the trolls throat, for a moment it roared in pain, and writhed, but then it went still, as blood and green venom dripped from the wound on its neck.

Harry stepped over the troll's body and made his way over to Violette.

"We've got to go now, before anyone…"

But at that moment the door burst open and Severus Snape stepped into the room. He looked at the scene, and then his face contorted in shock. In only a moment however, his face was a false mask of calm.

"Evanesco" he said waving his wand and causing the snakes to disappear, he then turned on Harry.

"Potter, explain now."

Harry opened his mouth to speak but Violette cut him off as she stood shakily and spoke.

"It was my fault Professor, I left for the restroom and was cornered by the troll. I guess Harry heard the screaming because he came into the room and attacked the troll. He shot curses at it but nothing happened and then he summoned the snakes and they attacked the troll."

"That is what happened Potter?" Asked Snape.

"Yes." Said Harry deciding to leave out the small detail about him not entering by choice and the Parseltongue thing.

"How do you know how to conjure a serpent Mr. Potter."

"I showed him Professor," Violette cut in again, "I had mentioned it at the Quidditch after party and he had been curious."

"Very well, Mr. Potter, what you did was foolish and rash, however, it was extremely noble, courageous, and showed prodigious skill I would have never thought a first year capable of, on this occasion I award 50 points to Slytherin, but please, never do something so stupid again EVER!"

"Yes sir, thank you sir." Harry responded quickly, not believing his luck.

"Very well, I must go inform the house and the headmaster what has happened, though he will leave out your names. I think Ms. McNare would greatly benefit from a calming potion, Mr. Potter, would you escort her to the hospital wing please?"

"Of course sir."

However, though Harry planned to do as he was told, and he was grateful for Violette's help with Snape, she was the last thing on Harry's mind. Harry only had one person in mind. Terence Higgs. When he got back to the common room, he knew only one thing, he would make sure that son of a bitch spent the night in the hospital wing.

Authors Note

So, probably the most action packed chapter so far with the Quidditch game and the troll, and Terence Higgs finally took his revenge. Any input would be greatly appreciated in particular with the Quidditch and the fight against the troll.

A few things, with the Quidditch, unless I am mistaken, there is no rule against seekers handling the quaffle. If there is I apologize and it's in some deep Pottermore article I haven't read. But personally I think having Harry play a combo of seeker and chaser will make it both more fun to write, and more fun to read, so I'm not changing it.

I will not take credit for this though. Full credit goes to The Endless7. He used Harry as a combo of seeker and chaser in his story Vitam Paramus, which sees Harry as a professional Quidditch player, and gives an interesting point of view on Quidditch.

So, how will Harry get revenge on a boy with six years more magical training, and what will be the aftermath of the troll. Find out in the next chapter.

As always, follows, favs, and mostly reviews are much appreciated, I do try to respond to every review that's not just "good chapter," because I don't really know how to respond to that.

Thanks once again to JZuCuadra for the beta on this chapter, and with all that being said, I hope you enjoyed the chapter, ACI100 signing off.