A/N: Hey, everyone! Here's the much awaited chapter 14! Hope you like it! Took me a lot of stress to complete; but hey, it has 7,437 WORDS! THE LONGEST ONE YET! It gave me a lot of pains and headaches but I'm happy with it. HAPPY HALLOWE'EN TO EVERYONE!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, Vampire Knight or the spells from the show Charmed used on this chapter; they are all bound to their respective makers. I wish they were mine though -_-

Chapter 14: FIRST HUNT, RESURRECTION AND QUIDDITCH

A week had pass since the first D.A. meeting. Harry Potter felt very proud of everyone that participated that day. As the week went by the ravenet vampire became more restless and decided to take a look on one of the rooms – the one that hid an object you don't want anyone to find – on the Room of Requirement. Ayame was by his side all the time giving her mate support. As they moved inside, they saw broomsticks, jewels, books, chess pieces, and other abandoned things.

On a crystal box, surrounded by other jewels, lied the most beautiful diadem they had ever seen. It was made in gold with a beautiful big blue diamond on the middle as its belly, diamonds surrounding the head and wings and two smaller light blue diamonds for the tail. Etched upon its surface was Ravenclaw's famous quote: Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure. Unfortunately, they could feel the dark magic surrounding the beautiful diadem, that once held beautiful light magic inside. Harry, hurriedly, took the small box with the diadem inside and exited the room with his mate right behind him. Fortunately, for the vampire male, that day was a vampire training day.

Harry trained for a long time with Kaname that evening. The Pureblood King had decided to start teaching him how to manipulate darkness and shadows to his favor. This was the first day of shadow/darkness manipulation 'class'. After two hours of the shadows/darkness not even flinching – and sweat beginning to fall – the brunet decided to let Harry take a short break. The ravenet, gracefully, accepted the offer and sat on one of the transfigured sofas/love-seats that the Room of Requirement provided.

Exhaustedly, Harry, leans on Ayame – who was already seated on the love-seat – for support. Both teens sigh in contentment at been near each other; Yuuki sat on the second love-seat waiting for Kaname to seat with her and snuggle a little like the younglings. The Pureblood King moved to where his wife and mate sat and leaned his head to where her neck was; his nose trailing her pulse point. His eyes glowed blood-red as blood loss began to surge through him. With a few licks at Yuuki's pulse vain, Kaname sank his aroused fangs to her neck. As their leader fed from his mate, the others busied themselves with other things. The vampires were all looking forward to the next day, since it was the beginning of Samhain or Hallowe'en to the muggleborn witches/wizards. Harry, just like Kaname and the other vampires, had been feeling the excitement of the next day.

Unlike humans, magical beings, celebrated Samhain – that is a holiday that was dedicated to magic rituals for the living and the dead – and respected it with their lives. That day, the Vail of Death thinned, letting the souls of loved ones out for the night. It was also the perfect night for those with the affinity of necromancy. With the evidence – that Harry Potter's parents, aren't actually dead but in a slumbering coma – the vampires decided to go pay a visit to their graves that very night at midnight.

It was already 9 o'clock in the evening when, the vampires, decided to start their little excursion to Godric's Hollow. Harry had taken with him his map and invisibility cloak with him, before going for his training. He had also created a new place to guard the horcrux on the Room of Requirement – where he had simple access and yet is hard for others to enter, without a password (that was in Japanese and only the vampires would be able to get in [that is if they knew the password]) – so he could destroy it soon after finding the others and destroying the tougher ones.

Soon everyone was inside the cloak and ready to leave the grounds. The ravenet teen had decided to take the secret passage that led to Honeydukes cellar in Hogsmead. Soon after arriving, they all used the shadows to guide and walk them to their destination. After an hour of Shadow Walking they arrived at the Holly Graveyard that, Lilly and James Potter, where buried at. Then, Harry – with his powers to manipulate earth and air – dug the coffins out to start the ritual.

While the boy dug his parents out, put the soil back into place and used the shadows so that: no muggle or wizard would see them, it was already 11 o'clock and the shadow walk back to Hogwarts would take the remaining hour. Luckily for everyone the walk back took only 45 minutes and only 5 more to reach the Room of Requirement again. 'We need a room where we can perform a necromancy ritual' the ravenet vampire thought while passing the hall.

After passing 3 times chanting his request silently, a door appeared. They hastily opened the door only to gawk at the room that had appeared. A large pentagram – made of chalk – in the middle of the room, a potions laboratory on the right and a large rectangular table with ritual tools on the left with a few comfortable benches here and there; welcomed the large group of vampires as they entered with the two comatose Purebloods, who were still on their coffins.

Hastily, Harry, went to the tool table and looked at the ritual tools. There was gray, orange, blue, green, red, black and white candles, lavender bags, dementor's bones and cloaks, unicorn hair and horn dust, incense, apples, some gems, a ritual knife, Thestrals bones, garlic, salt, goblet, branches and protection crystals. Hurriedly, he took one red, one green, one blue, one light gray and a white candle and placed them near the pentagram. He also took the salt, the unicorn horn dust, some lavender and a few protection crystals for the protective circle. Later he took the bones of Thestrals and Dementors as well as the latter's cloak and made a bag out of the cloak where he put the bones of both dark creatures along with the ritual knife, gems, incense, goblet and branches.

By the time he had finished sorting out everything and putting his parents on the very center of the large pentagram, it was already midnight. The candles position was as followed: light gray at the tip signaling Spirit, white at the East side of the pentagram signaling Air, green on the North side of the pentagram as Earth, red on the South side as Fire and blue on the West for Water. The bag of bones he put on the Spirit triangle, the incense on the Air, the gems on the earth, the branches (that were now on fire) was deposited on the one representing Fire and the goblet (that now had water) went to Water. Harry felt nervous as he started the ritual, bagging the gods and goddesses for protection. A bright light engulfs him and the circle pentagram blessing the ritual about to start. As the light dissipated, the young Pureblood, moved inside the protective circle with the ritual knife on hand.

"Hear these words, hear my cry, Spirit from the other side. Come to me, I summon thee, Cross now the great divide," he intoned. "Blood to blood, I summon thee. Blood to blood, return to me."

As Harry chanted, he cut his palm and force his blood out. His blood soon began to flow freely on his father's pale face and lips. Then he intoned while spieling his blood this time for his mother, "Powers of the vampires rise, Course unseen across the skies. Come to us who call you near, come to us and settle here. Blood to blood, I summon thee; Blood to blood, return to me."

As the teen kept chanting, the others were preparing a blood replenishing potion and other potions to help the pair when they woke up from their long sleep. After the fifth chant, a great light engulfed the three Purebloods. The two on the coffins began to stir while the light dissipated completely letting everyone see what was happening inside the circle. The three Kurans eyes began to sting as they tried to contain their tears. Every single potion had been completed by the time the Potters opened their eyes. By the time – Harry's parents – opened their eyes, the ravenet teen was already shedding tears of happiness.

Lilly and James Potter awaken to the smell and taste of blood – a very familiar taste of blood – and chanting. Once again that familiar taste invaded their taste buds and made the hunger more bearable for the two. The first thing that the red haired pureblood saw was a pair of glistering emerald green eyes looking at her. She smiles lovingly at the boy that completely resemble her mate/husband, James. Then it drowns to her – who the boy in front of her was – her son, Harry.

"Harry," she rasped out and winced at the effort. The boy nodded and – with happy tears running down his chicks – smiled and hugged lovingly his mother. Kaname and Yuuki walked into the circle with the pain suppressants and blood replenishing potions and gave them to Harry. The boy then gave her the potions to drink while he checked on his father now stirring into awareness form.

Just as James opened his eyes, Harry, once again cut his hand to feed his father a little bit of blood. James was stunned once he laid eyes on the young boy. 'He has to be at least, 14 – 15 years' he thought to himself. 'Dear gods, he looks just like me. He's my son, the one I tried to protect and ended up incapacitated.'

"Harry, is that you?" he rasped, wincing with discomfort. Harry nodded again and hugged his father. As James held his now teenage son, he became aware of the vampires watching the scene with happiness and pride. The pain and the thirst were the only thing that made the Maraunder let go of his son. The vampire teen, immediately, gave his father the potions and drowned his own replenishing potion.

Both of Harry's parents, have been staying on the Room of Requirement for the time been with, their son, bringing them food from either the kitchen or the Great Hall. After the resurrection, Lilly and James, argued their son into telling them everything that they had missed. Luckily for the boy it was 3 o'clock in the morning and he needed his sleep; so, after changing the room into a master bedroom with a bathroom attached, he took his wand and used it to extract every bit of info they would need to know and dashed to Gryffindor tower to get some sleep. The next day, Hermione, devised a way to communicate with the rest of the DA members, without the pink toad knowing. In a few days, the first Quidditch game of the season, would begin and this time his parents would be there to see him.

For the time been – Harry and the DA, kept on meeting on the come-and-go room – with his parents on a Notice-Me-Not spell viewing their son in action. As the first Quidditch match of the season, Gryffindor versus Slytherin, drew nearer, their DA meetings were put on hold because Angelina insisted on almost daily practices. The fact that the Quidditch Cup had not been held for so long added considerably to the interest and excitement surrounding the forthcoming game. The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were taking a lively interest in the outcome, for they, of course, would be playing both teams over the coming year; and the Heads of House of the competing teams, though they attempted to disguise it under a decent pretense of sportsmanship, were determined to see their side's victory. Harry realized how much Professor McGonagall cared about beating Slytherin when she abstained from giving them homework in the week leading up to the match.

"I think you've got enough to be getting on with at the moment," she said loftily. Nobody could quite believe their ears until she looked directly at Harry and Ron and said grimly, "I've become accustomed to seeing the Quidditch Cup in my study, boys, and I really don't want to have to hand it over to Professor Snape, so use the extra time to practice, won't you?"

Snape was no less obviously partisan: He had booked the Quidditch pitch for Slytherin practice so often that the Gryffindors had difficulty getting on it to play. He was also turning a deaf ear to the many reports of Slytherin attempts to hex Gryffindor players in the corridors. When Alicia Spinnet turned up in the hospital wing with her eyebrows growing so thick and fast that they obscured her vision and obstructed her mouth, Snape insisted that she must have attempted a Hair-Thickening Charm on herself and refused to listen to the fourteen eyewitnesses who insisted that they had seen the Slytherin Keeper, Miles Bletchley, hit her from behind with a jinx while she worked in the library.

Harry felt optimistic about Gryffindor's chances; they had, after all, never lost to Malfoy's team and now that his parents were with him, it was more so. Admittedly Ron was still not performing to Wood's standard, but he was working extremely hard to improve. His greatest weakness was a tendency to lose confidence when he made a blunder; if he let in one goal he became flustered and was therefore likely to miss more. On the other hand, Harry had seen Ron make some truly spectacular saves when he was on form: During one memorable practice, he had hung one-handed from his broom and kicked the Quaffle so hard away from the goal hoop that it soared the length of the pitch and through the center hoop at the other end. The rest of the team felt this save compared favorably with one made recently by Barry Ryan, the Irish International Keeper, against Poland's top Chaser, Ladislaw Zamojski. Even Fred had said that Ron might yet make him and George proud, and that they were seriously considering admitting that he was related to them, something he assured Ron they had been trying to deny for four years.

The only thing really worrying Harry was how much Ron was allowing the tactics of the Slytherin team to upset him before they even got onto the pitch. Harry, of course, had endured their snide comments for more than four years, so whispers of, "Hey, Potty, I heard Warrington's sworn to knock you off your broom on Saturday," far from chilling his blood, made him laugh. "Warrington's aim's so pathetic I'd be more worried if he was aiming for the person next to me," he retorted, which made Ron and Hermione laugh and wiped the smirk off Pansy Parkinson's face.

But Ron had never endured a relentless campaign of insults, jeers, and intimidation. When Slytherins, some of them seventh years and considerably larger than he was, muttered as they passed in the corridors, "Got your bed booked in the hospital wing, Weasley?" he did not laugh, but turned a delicate shade of green. When Draco Malfoy imitated Ron dropping the Quaffle (which he did whenever they were within sight of each other), Ron's ears glowed red and his hands shook so badly that he was likely to drop whatever he was holding at the time too.

The morning of the match dawned bright and cold. When Harry awoke, he looked around at Ron's bed and saw him sitting bolt upright, his arms around his knees, staring fixedly into space.

"You all right?" said Harry.

Ron nodded but did not speak. Harry was reminded forcibly of the time that Ron had acci-dentally put a slug-vomiting charm on himself. He looked just as pale and sweaty as he had done then, not to mention as reluctant to open his mouth.

"You just need some breakfast," Harry said bracingly. "C'mon."

The Great Hall was filling up fast when they arrived, the talk louder and the mood more exuberant than usual. As they passed the Slytherin table there was an upsurge of noise; Harry looked around and saw that nearly everyone there was wearing, in addition to the usual green-and-silver scarves and hats, silver badges in the shape of what seemed to be crowns. For some reason, many of them waved at Ron, laughing uproariously.

They received a rousing welcome at the Gryffindor table, where everyone was wearing red and gold, but far from raising Ron's spirits the cheers seemed to sap the last of his morale; he collapsed onto the nearest bench looking as though he were facing his final meal.

"I must've been mental to do this," he said in a croaky whisper. "Mental."

"Don't be thick," said Harry firmly, passing him a choice of cereals. "You're going to be fine. It's normal to be nervous."

"I'm rubbish," croaked Ron. "I'm lousy. I can't play to save my life. What was I thinking?"

"Get a grip," said Harry sternly. "Look at that save you made with your foot the other day, even Fred and George said it was brilliant –"

Ron turned a tortured face to Harry. "That was an accident," he whispered miserably. "I didn't mean to do it – I slipped off my broom when none of you were looking and I was trying to get back on and I kicked the Quaffle by accident."

As the ginger said that, the vampires (including Harry's parents that were under the invisibility cloak), Hermione and Ginny walked into the Great Hall. The vampires stride was as graceful as ever.

"Well," said Harry, recovering quickly from this unpleasant surprise, "a few more accidents like that and the game's in the bag, isn't it?"

Hermione and Ginny sat down opposite them wearing red-and-gold scarves, gloves, and rosettes. The vampires were wearing their scarves and gloves. All of the vampires took a seat with Harry at the Gryffindor table and expressed their support and wish for a good time. Ayame sat right beside her mate and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheeks for good luck.

"How're you feeling?" Ginny asked Ron, who was now staring into the dregs of milk at the bottom of his empty cereal bowl as though seriously considering attempting to drown himself in them.

"He's just nervous," said Harry rolling his eyes at his friend's antique.

"Well, that's a good sign, I never feel you perform as well in exams if you're not a bit nervous," said Hermione heartily.

"Hello," said a vague and dreamy voice from behind them. Harry looked up: Luna Lovegood had drifted over from the Ravenclaw table. Many people were staring at her and a few openly laughing and pointing; she had managed to procure a hat shaped like a life-size lion's head, which was perched precariously on her head.

"I'm supporting Gryffindor," said Luna, pointing unnecessarily at her hat. "Look what it does."

She reached up and tapped the hat with her wand. It opened its mouth wide and gave an extremely realistic roar that made everyone in the vicinity jump except the vampires.

"Welcome to the Gryffindor supporters' club," said Hanabusa cheerily; a big grin plastered on his handsome face.

"It's good, isn't it?" said Luna happily. "I wanted to have it chewing up a serpent to represent Slytherin, you know, but there wasn't time. Anyway … good luck, Ronald!"

"Very good indeed, Ms. Lovegood," Hanabusa dreamily said. The others snickered inwardly at their friend's reaction, with some (mainly his cousin Kain, Zero and the Golden Trio) rolling their eyes and sighing in exasperation.

She waved her hand goodbye as she drifted away. They had not quite recovered from the shock of Luna's hat before Angelina came hurrying toward them, accompanied by Katie and Alicia, whose eyebrows had mercifully been returned to normal by Madam Pomfrey.

"When you're ready," she said, "we're going to go straight down to the pitch, check out conditions and change."

"We'll be there in a bit," Harry assured her. "Ron's just got to have some breakfast."

It became clear after ten minutes, however, that Ron was not capable of eating anything more and Harry thought it best to get him down to the changing rooms. As they rose from the table, Hermione got up too, and taking Harry's arm, she drew him to one side.

"Don't let Ron see what's on those Slytherins' badges," she whispered urgently.

Harry looked questioningly at her, but she shook her head warningly; Ron had just ambled over to them, looking lost and desperate.

"Good luck, Ron," said Hermione, standing on tiptoe and kissing him on the cheek. "And you, Harry –"

Ron seemed to come to himself slightly as they walked back across the Great Hall. He touched the spot on his face where Hermione had kissed him, looking puzzled, as though he was not quite sure what had just happened. He seemed too distracted to notice much around him, but Harry cast a curious glance at the crown-shaped badges as they passed the Slytherin table, and this time he made out the words etched onto them: WEASLEY IS OUR KING. The others trailed behind them – with Kaname and Yuuki giving their fellow house mates – deadly glares as they passed.

With an unpleasant feeling that this could mean nothing good, he hurried Ron across the entrance hall, down the stone steps, and out into the icy air. The frosty grass crunched under their feet as they hurried down the sloping lawns toward the stadium. There was no wind at all and the sky was a uniform pearly white, which meant that visibility would be good without the drawback of direct sunlight in the eyes. Harry pointed out these encouraging factors to Ron as they walked, but he was not sure that Ron was listening.

Angelina had changed already and was talking to the rest of the team when they entered. Harry and Ron pulled on their robes (Ron attempted to do his up back-to-front for several minutes before Alicia took pity on him and went to help) and then sat down to listen to the pre-match talk while the babble of voices outside grew steadily louder as the crowd came pouring out of the castle toward the pitch.

"Okay, I've only just found out the final lineup for Slytherin," said Angelina, consulting a piece of parchment. "Last year's Beaters, Derrick and Bole, have left now, but it looks as though Montague's replaced them with the usual gorillas, rather than anyone who can fly particularly well. They're two blokes called Crabbe and Goyle, I don't know much about them –"

"We do," said Harry and Ron together.

"Well, they don't look bright enough to tell one end of a broom from another," said Angelina, pocketing her parchment, "but then I was always surprised Derrick and Bole managed to find their way onto the pitch without signposts."

"Crabbe and Goyle are in the same mold," Harry assured her.

They could hear hundreds of footsteps mounting the banked benches of the spectators' stands now. Some people were singing, though Harry could not make out the words. He was starting to feel nervous, but he knew his butterflies were as nothing to Ron's, who was clutching his stomach and staring straight ahead again, his jaw set and his complexion pale gray.

"It's time," said Angelina in a hushed voice, looking at her watch. "C'mon everyone … good luck."

The team rose, shouldered their brooms, and marched in single file out of the changing room and into the dazzling sunlight. A roar of sound greeted them in which Harry could still hear singing, though it was muffled by the cheers and whistles.

The Slytherin team were standing waiting for them. They too were wearing those silver crown-shaped badges. The new captain, Montague, was built along the same lines as Dudley, with massive forearms like hairy hams. Behind him lurked Crabbe and Goyle, almost as large, blinking stupidly in the sunlight, swinging their new Beaters' bats. Malfoy stood to one side, the sunlight gleaming on his white-blond head. He caught Harry's eye and smirked, tapping the crown-shaped badge on his chest.

"Captains shake hands," ordered the umpire, Madam Hooch, as Angelina and Montague reached each other. Harry could tell that Montague was trying to crush Angelina's fingers, though she did not wince. "Mount your brooms."

Madam Hooch placed her whistle in her mouth and blew. The balls were released and the fourteen players shot upward; out of the corner of his eye Harry saw Ron streak off toward the goal hoops. He zoomed higher, dodging a Bludger, and set off on a wide lap of the pitch, gazing around for a glint of gold; on the other side of the stadium, Draco Malfoy was doing exactly the same.

"And its Johnson, Johnson with the Quaffle, what a player that girl is, I've been saying it for years but she still won't go out with me –"

"JORDAN!" yelled Professor McGonagall.

"Just a fun fact, Professor, adds a bit of interest – and she's ducked Warrington, she's passed Montague, she's – ouch – been hit from behind by a Bludger from Crabbe. … Montague catches the Quaffle, Montague heading back up the pitch and – nice Bludger there from George Weasley, that's a Bludger to the head for Montague, he drops the Quaffle, caught by Katie Bell, Katie Bell of Gryffindor reverse passes to Alicia Spinnet and Spinnet's away –"

Lee Jordan's commentary rang through the stadium and Harry listened as hard as he could through the wind whistling in his ears and the din of the crowd, all yelling and booing and singing –

"— dodges Warrington, avoids a Bludger — close call, Alicia — and the crowd are loving this, just listen to them, what's that they're singing?"

And as Lee paused to listen the song rose loud and clear from the sea of green and silver in the Slytherin section of the stands: Weasley cannot save a thing, He cannot block a single ring, that's why Slytherins all sing: Weasley is our King. Weasley was born in a bin, He always lets the Quaffle in, Weasley will make sure we win, Weasley is our King.

As they finished the song and were about to start again – the ones that were singing – fell unexpectedly silent, as they felt the two Slytherin Pureblood vampire aura wash over them, warning them of unimaginable pain if they kept singing that up.

"— and Alicia passes back to Angelina!" Lee shouted, and as Harry swerved, his insides boiling at what he had just heard, he felt grateful to the Kurans for silencing the bunch of Slytherins. "Come on now, Angelina – looks like she's got just the Keeper to beat! – SHE SHOOTS – SHE – aaaaah …"

Bletchley, the Slytherin Keeper, had saved the goal; he threw the Quaffle to Warrington who sped off with it, zigzagging in between Alicia and Katie. Harry could not help himself: Abandoning his search for the Snitch, he turned his Firebolt toward Ron, a lone figure at the far end of the pitch, hovering before the three goal hoops while the massive Warrington pelted toward him …

"– and it is Warrington with the Quaffle, Warrington heading for goal, he's out of Bludger range with just the Keeper ahead –"

"– so it's the first test for new Gryffindor Keeper, Weasley, brother of Beaters, Fred and George, and a promising new talent on the team – come on, Ron!"

Without the annoying song, Ron, was able to concentrate on the game – and to the delight of the Gryffindors and supporters – he managed to save the goal by hitting it hard with his foot and giving them a goal in the process.

"Nice save, Ron and Gryffindor score!" came Lee's voice amid the cheering and booing from the crowds below. "So that's ten-nil to Gryffindor – great job, Ron …"

"– and Gryffindor back in possession and it is Katie Bell tanking up the pitch –" cried Lee valiantly.

"Harry, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" screamed Angelina, soaring past him to keep up with Katie. "GET GOING!"

Harry realized that he had been stationary in midair for more than a minute, watching the progress of the match without sparing a thought for the whereabouts of the Snitch; horrified, he went into a dive and started circling the pitch again. There was no sign of the Snitch anywhere he looked; Malfoy was still circling the stadium just like Harry. They passed midway around the pitch going in opposite directions with Malfoy scowling at them for scoring.

"– and it is Warrington again," bellowed Lee, "who passes to Pucey, Pucey's off past Spinnet, come on now Angelina, you can take him – turns out you can't – but nice Bludger from Fred Weasley, I mean, George Weasley, oh who cares, one of them anyway, and Warrington drops the Quaffle and Katie Bell – er – drops it too – so that's Montague with the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Montague takes the Quaffle, and he's off up the pitch, come on now Gryffindor, block him!"

Harry zoomed around the end of the stadium behind the Slytherin goal hoops, willing himself not to look at what was going on at Ron's end.

"— and Pucey's dodged Alicia again, and he's heading straight for goal, stop it, Ron!"

Harry did not have to look to see what had happened: There was a terrible groan from the Gryffindor end, coupled with fresh scream and applause from the Slytherins. They had finally scored a goal. Now they were even with 10-10, there was still time for Gryffindor to catch up or catch the Snitch, a few goals and they would be in the lead as usual, Harry assured himself, bobbing and weaving through the other players in pursuit of something shiny that turned out to be Montague's watch strap, … but Ron let in two more goals. There was an edge of panic in Harry's desire to find the Snitch now. If he could just get it soon and finish the game quickly …

"— and Katie Bell of Gryffindor dodges Pucey, ducks Montague, nice swerve, Katie, and she throws to Johnson, Angelina Johnson takes the Quaffle, she's past Warrington, she's heading for goal, come on now Angelina – GRYFFINDOR SCORE! It's 30-20, 30-20 to Slytherin and Pucey has the Quaffle. …"

Harry could hear Luna's ludicrous lion hat roaring amidst the Gryffindor cheers and felt heartened; only ten points in it, that was nothing, they could pull back easily. Harry ducked a Bludger that Crabbe had sent rocketing in his direction and resumed his frantic scouring of the pitch for the Snitch, keeping one eye on Malfoy in case he showed signs of having spotted it, but Malfoy, like him, was continuing to soar around the stadium, searching fruitlessly …

"— Pucey throws to Warrington, Warrington to Montague, Montague back to Pucey – Johnson intervenes, Johnson takes the Quaffle, Johnson to Bell, this looks good – I mean bad – Bell's hit by a Bludger from Goyle of Slytherin and it is Pucey in possession again …"

But Harry had seen it at last: The tiny fluttering Golden Snitch was hovering feet from the ground at the Slytherin end of the pitch. He dived. … In a matter of seconds, Malfoy was streaking out of the sky on Harry's left, a green-and-silver blur lying flat on his broom. … The Snitch skirted the foot of one of the goal hoops and scooted off toward the other side of the stands; its change of direction suited Malfoy, who was nearer. Harry pulled his Firebolt around, he and Malfoy were now neck and neck …

Feet from the ground, Harry lifted his right hand from his broom, stretching toward the Snitch … to his right, Malfoy's arm extended too, reaching, groping … It was over in two breathless, desperate, windswept seconds – Harry's fingers closed around the tiny, struggling ball – Malfoy's fingernails scrabbled the back of Harry's hand hopelessly – Harry pulled his broom upward, holding the struggling ball in his hand and the Gryffindor spectators screamed their approval. …

They were saved, it did not matter that Ron had let in those goals, nobody would remember as long as Gryffindor had won – WHAM!

A Bludger hit Harry squarely in the small of the back and he flew forward off his broom; luckily he was only five or six feet above the ground, having dived so low to catch the Snitch, but he was winded all the same as he landed flat on his back on the frozen pitch. He heard Madam Hooch's shrill whistle, an uproar in the stands compounded of catcalls, angry yells and jeering, a thud, then Angelina's frantic voice.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

"'Course I am," said Harry grimly, taking her hand and allowing her to pull him to his feet. Madam Hooch was zooming toward one of the Slytherin players above him, though he could not see who it was at this angle.

"It was that thug, Crabbe," said Angelina angrily. "He whacked the Bludger at you the moment he saw you'd got the Snitch – but we won, Harry, we won!"

Harry heard a snort from behind him and turned around, still holding the Snitch tightly in his hand: Draco Malfoy had landed close by; white-faced with fury, he was still managing to sneer.

"Saved Weasley's neck, haven't you?" he said to Harry. "I've never seen a worse Keeper …"

Meanwhile the vampires had run – from the stands to the pitch – to fret over their beloved Pureblood prince. Their eyes glowed in anger as they heard the brat badmouthing the opposite player's Seeker. Harry did not answer; he turned away to meet the rest of the team who were now landing one by one, yelling and punching the air in triumph, all except Ron, who had dismounted from his broom over by the goalposts and was making his way slowly back to the changing rooms alone to sulk.

"Did you like my lyrics, Potter? We wanted to write another couple of verses!" Malfoy called, as Katie, Alicia and Ayame hugged Harry. "But we couldn't find rhymes for fat and ugly – we wanted to sing about his mother, see –"

"Talk about sour grapes," said Angelina, casting Malfoy a disgusted look. Everyone in the vicinity that could hear nodded in agreement, even the vampires were looking at the Malfoy heir with disgust.

"— we couldn't fit in useless loser either – for his father, you know –" Malfoy continued to taunt.

Fred and George had realized what Malfoy was talking about. Halfway through shaking Harry's hand they stiffened, looking around at Malfoy. As Harry continued to hear Malfoy's insults, his aura began to darken but he decided to keep in control of his emotions.

"Leave it," said Angelina at once, taking Fred by the arm. "Leave it, Fred, let him yell, he's just sore he lost, the jumped-up little –"

"— but you like the Weasleys, don't you, Potter?" said Malfoy, sneering. "Spend holidays there and everything, don't you? Can't see how you stand the stink, but I suppose when you've been dragged up by Muggles even the Weasleys' hovel smells okay –"

Harry grabbed hold of George; meanwhile it was taking the combined efforts of Angelina, Alicia, and Katie to stop Fred leaping on Malfoy, who was laughing openly. Harry looked around for Madam Hooch, but she was still berating Crabbe for his illegal Bludger attack.

"Or perhaps," said Malfoy, leering as he backed away, "you can remember what your mother's house stank like, Potter, and Weasley's pigsty reminds you of it –"

Harry was really pissed now, his aura so dark and murderous that even his eyes reflected his displeasure by turning a very dark bloody red. Everyone on the vicinity backed away from him frightened, even Malfoy took three steps back and only the Pureblood vampires stayed near the pissed off teen. With a lip of faith, Ayame, Yuuki, James and Lilly, wrapped their arms around Harry trying desperately to calm the young Pureblood male.

The moment Harry was surrounded by the most powerful of vampires, Madam Hooch appeared blowing a whistle. A frown marred her face as she saw the Pureblood vampire princess and Queen surrounding Harry, Shiki restraining George with his blood whip magic and the Quidditch team Chasers restricting Fred with a little bit of help of Aidou's ice magic.

"What's going on here?" she demanded as the Heads of House, Gryffindor and Slytherin, march-ed down to where the commotion was coming from.

"Well," both head of house demanded. "Explain yourselves!"

"Malfoy provoked us," said Harry stiffly from gritted teeth, his fangs starting to protrude down his lower lip. His aura spiked threateningly as he growled at Draco now cowering form; eyes glowing bloodier as his instinct to clear his parents name surfaced.

"Provoked you?" shouted Professor McGonagall before gulping down her discomfort at her student's murderous aura. "He'd just lost, hadn't he, of course he wanted to provoke you! But what on earth he can have said that justified you three been restrained."

"He insulted my parents," snarled George. "And Harry's mother."

Everyone viewing the game gapped, at seen the Potter couple, very much alive and restricting their son while trying to not bounce at the ingrate-little-Slytherin-brat that dared bad-mouth not only the Great and Noble house of Potter but also the Weasleys as well. James blue eyes and Lilly's green ones glowed bright bloody red like their son's.

"Hem, hem."

Everyone near enough to hear the dreadful sound turn to see a woman on bright pink (that resembled a toad) right behind the two heads of house. She was smiling in the horribly sickly, ominous way that Harry had come to associate with imminent misery.

"May I help, Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape?" asked Professor Umbridge in her most poisonously sweet voice.

"Help?" she repeated in a constricted voice. "What do you mean, 'help'?"

Professor Umbridge moved forward, still smiling her sickly smile. On the other end, the vampires surrounding Harry, Fred and George, glared at the pink toad woman with pouring hatred.

"Why, I thought you might be grateful for a little extra authority."

Snape, McGonagall and the ravenet's parents glared hole-heartedly at the woman/toad in front of them, their nostrils flared with unrestrained hatred. Snape sneered at the woman's audacity.

"You thought wrong," both teachers said, turning their back on Umbridge.

"Now as punishment for this awful display, 20 points will be taken from Harry and the Weasley twins so that THIS never happens again," said Professor McGonagall in a semi-stern tone. The three teens nodded their heads accepting their punishment. "Now 10 points will be awarded to each of the vampires and house mates that had the decency to restrain the three males so it never turned to bloodshed."

Meanwhile Snape was berating his house Quidditch team for their behavior. To say he was disappointed was a very big understatement! He was fuming with furry, especially with Crabbe and his godson Malfoy. "Well," Snape started. "To start, I'm very disappointed of you two," he pointed at the two who were in trouble, "this behavior was truly disgusting and bring shame to our house. Now as punishment for your action, both of you (once again his finger pointed at them), will be sacked from playing Quidditch for the rest of the year and ten points will be taken from the Slytherin house. I do not want to see this kind of behavior again, understood?" Every-one from the Slytherin team nodded not wanting the complete furry of their Head of House on them for long.

After the events on the pitch, everyone returned back to their dormitories (only the vampires, went to the Gryffindor dormitory and not their own). Snow was falling. The Snitch he had caught earlier was now zooming around and around the common room; people were watching its progress as though hypnotized and Crookshanks was leaping from chair to chair, trying to catch it.

"I'm going to bed," said Angelina, getting slowly to her feet.

She was soon followed by Alicia and Katie. Fred and George sloped off to bed sometime later, glowering at everyone they passed, and Ginny went not long after that. Only Harry, his parents, the vampires and Hermione were left beside the fire.

"Have you seen Ron?" Hermione asked in a low voice. Harry shook his head.

"I think he's avoiding us," said Hermione. "Where do you think he –?"

But at that precise moment, there was a creaking sound behind them as the Fat Lady swung forward and Ron came clambering through the portrait hole. He was very pale indeed and there was snow in his hair. When he saw Harry, Mr. and Mrs. Potter, the vampires and Hermione he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Where have you been?" said Hermione anxiously, springing up.

"Walking," Ron mumbled. He was still wearing his Quidditch things. They all looked at him in disbelieve.

"You look frozen," said Hermione. "Come and sit down!"

Ron walked to the fireside and sank into the chair farthest from Harry's, not looking at him. The stolen Snitch zoomed over their heads.

"I'm sorry," Ron mumbled, looking at his feet.

"What for?" said Harry.

"For thinking I can play Quidditch," said Ron. "I'm going to resign first thing tomorrow."

James sneered at his son's ginger friend disgusted at the boy's lack of self-respect. "Sure," he said, "be like this. Run now to mommy and daddy. Keep doing things like this, never trying your best and you'll be no-one in the future, mark my words."

Ron dropped his head in shame at James, reprimand. He tried to make excuses of this match's experience which was countered by the elder Potter. Hermione got up and walked to the window, away from the argument, watching the snow swirling down against the pane.

"Look, drop it, will you!" Harry burst out. "It's bad enough without you blaming yourself for everything!"

Ron said nothing but sat gazing miserably at the damp hem of his robes. After a while he said in a dull voice, "This is the worst I've ever felt in my life."

Harry then recounted his, the twins and Malfoy's little mishap and said bitterly: "Join the club, all I wanted was tear his head off its joints."

"Well," said Hermione, her voice trembling slightly. "I can think of one thing that might cheer you all up."

"Oh yeah?" said Harry skeptically.

"Yeah," said Hermione, turning away from the pitch-black, snow-flecked window, a broad smile spreading across her face. "Hagrid's back."

"WHAT!?" they all shout as one.

Hey everyone! What do you think of this chapter? Was it good? The resurrection of Harry's parents moved up much more than I though. On an other thought, this story will be changing to M rank so please look up to some sexy/smexy content in the near future. Also this will be divided to two parts. First part is the complete 5th year and the second part will be divided between 6th and 7th year. Please leave a review or I won't be able to now what I need to improve; not only on my writing style but in everything in general. Love you all and Happy All Hollows Eve!