Heyy! So, I still don't know about skipping two years. But, thanks to the wonderful idea from xXMizz Alec VolturiXx, I may skip just the second year but do the third year. Does that sound good? If so, let me know!

Disclaimer: Must I go over this?

XO, Dreamer

"It's been almost a week, Madam Pomfrey!" I shrieked one night in the hospital wing as Madam Pomfrey gave me a check-up, "The first Quidditch match of the season is tomorrow and my best friend is playing in it! Not to mention my cousin!"

Madam Pomfrey frowned as she felt my forehead. "Well, you will be pleased to know that you have fully recovered."

My eyes went wide then narrowed. She had to be playing with me. "Really?"

"Yes, now if you would gather your things and head back to your common room, I would appreciate that. Unless you want to stay?" she then said and raised an eyebrow.

"No, no!" I squeaked and immediately used the hovering charm on my books and sweets and headed off towards Gryffindor tower.

I was skipping as I went down the corridors, my robes billowing out behind me. I think to celebrate my well-being I would take a nice, long shower. I hadn't really had a long shower in quite some time.

I had come to the portrait of the Fat Lady and didn't even have to say the password when the door swung open.

"LIVI!" the whole common room yelled in delight as I walked in. I was immediately engulfed in a large crowd of hugging and hair ruffling.

"Welcome back, Livi!" I fifth year I didn't know told me as I made my way towards the staircases.

"Glad you're better!" Dean Thomas yelled and I giggled.

I smiled at them all and then made a big point of yawning. "I'm really tired. I think I'll just take a shower and sleep."

I then dashed out of the crowded common room and into the dormitories. I breathed a sigh of relief and I collapsed on the bed. Rolling over I saw a note. I smiled at the familiar handwriting.

Livi,

I really do love that picture.

-D.M.

I crashed into bed then, with a smile on my face.

…

"Livi, Livi, Livi, Livi, Livi, Livi, Livi, Livi!" I heard my name being yelled over and over by Hermoine.

"Whassamatter?" I grumbled, my voice muffled by my pillow.

"Does the word 'Quidditch' mean anything to you?" she sighed.

I bolted upright out of my bed and checked my watch.

"Dang it!" I muttered and hastily changed into some jeans and a t-shirt while Hermoine stood there, tapping her foot.

"Let's go! Breakfast starts in five minutes!' she reminded me and I glared at her.

"Not helping, Mione," I mumbled and then fixed my hair so that it was pulled back into a pony tail.

"Look good?" I asked Hermoine, and swiveled so she could see my entire body, full length.

"Yes, yes," she muttered, "You look fabulous as always."

"You're the best!" I squealed and gave her a hug.

"I know!" she said and grabbed my hand as we bolted down the staircase. We ran out of the common room and into the crowded corridors. People waved at me as we passed.

"You're popular," Hermoine commented as we made our way towards the Great Hall.

"Nah," I said and then waved back at one of Cedric's friends, "These people are mostly fourth years and Cedric is friends with pretty much the entire year."

Hermoine and I laughed at that and pushed open the doors to the Great Hall. Breakfast was in full swing as we made our way to the Gryffindor table. I sat in my usual seat next to Harry and Hermoine. I happily took some fruit and toast and dug in.

I was halfway chewing my strawberry whenever someone tapped my shoulder. I nearly choked.

I turned around to face my very angry cousin.

"Hi Cedric!" I said cheerily, "Trying to get me back in the hospital wing?"

"Not funny, Olivia," he said, his blue green eyes tightening. Uh oh. Cedric never used my full name unless he was really mad at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked, nerves knotting in the pit of my stomach.

"Why in the world did you not tell me that you were in the hospital?" he nearly yelled and several people at my table stared at us.

"Cedric," I said, as calmly as I could manage, "I was in there for a week. How could you not know?"

He sighed. "What happened?"

"I wasn't hurt, so don't go jumping to that," I warned him, "I had gotten a very mild case of pneumonia."

"Oh," he mumbled, "Glad you're okay then."

His cheeks stained red at the embarrassment.

"Sorry I kinda blew up," he mumbled.

I laughed. "It's fine, Ced."

"Well," he muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"I'll see you later, then," I told him then kissed his cheek.

"Love you," he said and then smiled that big brother smile of his.

"Love you, too," I told him and sat down as he walked back to his table, his cheeks still red.

"My cousin is kind of…" I trailed off as I looked at the shocked faces of my friends.

"Psychotic?" Dean offered.

"Weird?" Seamus said as he ate his sausages.

"Over protective," I finished, "Yeesh, he's not that weird or psychotic."

I looked over at Hermoine who had a book propped up by milk bottles and was reading intently. I smiled and then saw Harry not eating anything and looking rather pale.

"You okay, Harry?" I asked kindly as I bit into a piece of cantaloupe.

"Just nervous," he mumbled and looked up at me, "And scared that I'll fall off my broom."

I snorted. "Oh please. You're amazing at Quidditch, Harry."

He blushed. "Thanks, Livi."

"And if it makes you feel any better," I said, "Cedric threw up before his first match."

He grinned. "Yeah, that actually does."

"Just don't tell him I told you," I warned, "He'll kill me."

"Yeah, right," he muttered.

"I'm serious," I said with a blank face. Then I burst into laughter.

"Nah, he'd never kill me," I giggled, "But he would be super mad."

"I won't tell." He promised and I smiled.

"All Quidditch players for Gryffindor and Slytherin should make their way towards the Quidditch pitch at this time." Professor McGonagall announced and Harry stood up.

"Wait," I said, "A kiss for good luck."

Smiling at the surprised look on Harry's face, I leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"Er, thanks," he mumbled then took off towards the door, blushing furiously.

I smiled. This match would be interesting…

…

I followed the crowd to the Quidditch pitch with Hermoine by my side.

"Exciting, isn't it?" I commented.

"Quite," she agreed as we took our seats and pulled out the banner that we made for Harry. It read 'Potter for President' and I, being pretty good at drawing, had drawn a beautiful and magnificent lion underneath the words. The words flashed different colors thanks to a charm Hermoine had performed on it.

The Gryffindor team then walked onto the pitch, their scarlet robes like tiny roses on the green grass. I smiled when Katie waved up at me.

"HI KATIE!" I yelled at her and she laughed.

"Hey!" she called back through her giggles. I laughed with her.

"Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you," Madam Hooch told them sternly.

I snorted. With Flint on the Slytherin team, that wouldn't be precisely possible.

"Mount your brooms, please," Madam Hooch said, and I saw both teams climb on. She blew hard on her silver whistle and all fifteen brooms rose up into the air.

"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," Lee Jordan mumbled. Lee Jordan was commenting for the match and was a rather close friend of Fred and George. But, he was constantly being watched by Professor McGonagall.

"And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good friend 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,"

I cheered loudly when I heard this.

"Nice dive around Flint, off the field and—OUCH—that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger— Quaffle taken by the Slytherins—that's Adrian Pucey speeding up towards the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger—sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which—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!"

Our entire section burst into cheers and screams of delight while the Slytherins booed and groaned.

"Budge up there, move along," a gruff voice mumbled as the giant man pushed his ways through the crowds.

"Hagrid!" Ron, Hermoine and I called as he came to stand next to us. We all shifted around a bit until we were all comfortable.

"Bin watchin' from me hut," Hagrid said and he patted his huge binoculars around his neck, "But it isn't the same as bein' in the crowd. No sign of the Snitch yet, eh?"

"Nope," Ron grumbled, "Harry hasn't had much to do yet."

"But once he catches sight of the Snitch, he'll have plenty to do." I remarked as I watched my black haired best friend circling the pitch.

"Kept outta trouble, though, that's somethin'," said Hagrid as he raised his binoculars to his eyes. Most likely to watch Harry.

A Bludger streaked towards Harry once, but he quickly dodged it. I breathed a sigh of relief when he missed it. Fred Weasley went pelting after it after it had nearly knocked Harry off his broom.

"Come on, Harry," I murmured as I peered around at the rest of the game, "You can do it."

"Slytherin in possession," Lee was saying, still commenting, "Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds towards the—wait a moment—was that the Snitch?"

A low whisper ran around the entire crowd whenever Adrian Pucey dropped the Quaffle as he watched the speck of gold that whizzed past his ear.

But I had noticed, to my great delight, that Harry had seen it. He dived downwards after the tiny speck. The Slytherin Seeker, Terence Higgs, had seen it also, though. Shoulder to shoulder, they raced towards the Snitch which was streaking around the pitch.

All other Quidditch player froze as they watched their Seekers racing after the tiny, fluttering ball. I was holding my breath as Harry put an extra spurt of energy—

WHAM!

Marcus Flint had purposely blocked Harry on purpose and Harry spun off course, him holding on with all his might.

"FOUL!" I screamed with the rest of the Gryffindors as Madam Hooch whirled to Flint. She lectured him angrily, and then Gryffindor got a free shot at the goal posts. But of course, the Snitch was nowhere to be found.

"Send him off, ref! Red card!' Dean Thomas yelled, a few rows behind me.

"What are you talking about, Dean?" sighed Ron as he turned to face the angry boy.

"Red card!" Dean said hotly, "In soccer, you get shown the red card and you're out of the game!"

"But this isn't soccer, Dean," grumbled Ron.

Hagrid agreed with Dean, though.

"They oughta change the rules. Flint coulda knocked Harry outta the air." He grumbled and then went back to watching Harry with his binoculars. I kept watching Harry myself.

"So—after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating," Lee Jordan said furiously.

"Jordan!" hissed Professor McGonagall.

"I mean, after that open and revolting foul," Lee tried again.

"Jordan, I'm warning you—"

"All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I'm sure. So, a penalty to Gryffindor taken by Spinnet, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession."

Harry then dodged another Bludger and I gripped Hermoine's arm tightly. Harry's broom lurched. What the—?

It happened again. Harry was zig-zagging and zooming all over the pitch. I gripped Hermoine's arm tighter.

"Livi, you're cutting off my circulation," she joked but I pointed towards Harry.

"What's going on?" I asked but was drowned out by Lee's commenting.

"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—oh no…"

The Slytherins were cheering but Harry was rising higher and higher.

"Dunno what Harry thinks he's doing," muttered Hagrid as he stared through his binoculars, "If I didn' know better, I'd say he's lost control of his broom… but he can't have…"

People all around us in the pitch were pointing at Harry and gazing open-mouthed.

"Can't they do anything?" I shrieked as Harry was jerking out of control away from the game. Suddenly, it lurched, sending Harry only to dangle by one hand. I bit my lip hard.

"Did something happen to it when Flint blocked him?" Seamus asked nervously.

"Can't have," Hagrid murmured, his voice shaking, "Can't nothing interfere with a broomstick except powerful Dark magic—no kid could do that to a Nimbus Two Thousand."

Hermoine seized Hagrid's binoculars and started looking frantically at the crowd.

"What are you doing?" groaned Ron as he stared at her, grey-faced.

"I knew it!" Hermoine shrieked, "Snape—look."

Before Ron could look into the binoculars, I grabbed them and scanned the crowds until I found the hook-nosed teacher. He was muttering nonstop under his breath and staring, unblinkingly, at Harry.

"He's jinxing the broom!" I nearly yelled, the fury in my voice plain as day.

"What should we do?" Ron moaned.

"I've got an idea," I announced and grabbed Hermoine's hand and took off towards Snape. We dodged several students and eventually plowed over poor Professor Quirrell in an attempt to get to Snape. We eventually reached him and I crouched down.

"Give me your jam jar," I told Hermoine. She handed it over and I thrusted my wand at the hem of Snape's black robes.

"Incendio," I muttered and the familiar bluebell flames erupted onto his robes. After the longest thirty seconds in my life, he yelped which alerted me that my job was done. I grabbed the flames and placed them in the jar, taking Hermoine's hand and we both sped back over to Ron and Hagrid.

Luckily, it did break Snape's eye contact and Harry was able to climb back onto the broom. But instead of looking around for the Snitch, he hurtled towards the ground.

"What in the name of Merlin is he doing?" I gasped as he dropped onto the grass and coughed. A gold ball fell into his hand.

"I've got the Snitch!" he bellowed for the entire stadium to hear. The roar was deafening as the entire Gryffindor section burst into cheers.

"Harry Potter has caught the Golden Snitch! Gryffindor wins!" Lee Jordan yelled as he hugged Professor McGonagall. The team swarmed Harry and he was smiling so wide as he was lifted onto the twins' shoulders.

I had never seen him so happy.

…

"It was Snape," Ron said as we all sat in Hagrid's hut, twenty minutes later. I sipped my tea as Ron continued.

"Livi, Hermoine, and I all saw him. He was cursing your broomstick, muttering. He wouldn't take his eyes off of you."

At those words, I bursted into laughter. The way Ron said it made it seem like Snape was checking Harry out.

"Rubbish," said Hagrid over my laughter, "Why would Snape do somethin' like that?"

I then stopped laughing. We all looked at each other, all thinking of the fact that Snape had tried to get past the three-headed dog on Halloween.

"I found out something about him," Harry admitted, "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 then dropped his teapot with a loud clatter.

"How do you know about Fluffy?" he sputtered.

"Fluffy?" I said, bewildered. Who names a three-headed ferocious dog 'Fluffy'?

"Yeah—he's mine—bought him off a Greek chappie I met in a pub las' year—I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the—"

"Yes?" Harry pushed.

"Now, don't ask me anymore," Hagrid grumbled, "That's top secret, that is."

"But Snape's trying to steal it." Ron said.

"Rubbish," Hagrid repeated, "Snape's a Hogwarts professor, he'd do nothin' of the sort."

"So why did he just try and kill Harry?" I asked, eyebrows raised.

"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!" Hermoine said, hotly. I had actually seen a jinx in action, but really didn't want to get into that right now.

"I'm tellin' yeh, yer wrong!" Hagrid said furiously, "I don' know why Harry's broom acted like that, but Snape wouldn' try an' kill a student! Now, listen to me, all 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' Nicholas Flamel—"

"Aha!" Harry announced, jumping to his feet, "So there's someone called Nicholas Flamel involved, is there?"

Hagrid looked beyond furious at himself. I grinned at Hermoine. That was a big mistake for Hagrid to mention, but the best thing for us to hear. I presumed that the library would be Harry, Ron, Hermoine, and I's best friend. Seeing as we had much research to do on Nicholas Flamel, now.

Mwahahahahaha! We end right there, my lovlies! Be sure to review and let me know what you think of the great idea that xXMizz Alec VolturiXx gave me!

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