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POV VIOLET POTTER 02

Since the cerberus event, Hermione and I became friends. The day after Halloween, Hermione told me she befriended my brother and Ron. I guess they saving her life had something to do with it. So at meals, dinners, and breaks, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and I got together. I didn't consider Ron a friend like Hermione, but he was funny and at least he didn't treat me badly like my housemates.

The behavior that Taurus and his friends had towards Ron, Harry, Hermione and I was bordering on bullying. Since Taurus discovered that my brother had been selected to play quiddich, we were being harrased by them . Malicious pushing, teasing, insults, tripping, pranks... Draco was the only tolerable one, I even caught him arguing with his brother about the treatment he was giving us.

I wouldn't want to be in Draco's position. Friendship on one side; Slytherin, blood and family on the other. I knew he got along well with Hermione even if they didn't speak in public. The complicit glances that they made each other, when they thought no one was watching them, betrayed them. I wasn't surprised to discover that he had also helped Hermione with the troll, although he asked me not to tell anyone from Slytherin. And who did he think I was going to tell? They just spoke to me to make fun of me or to belittle me.

Anyway... I sigh. Today is the first game of quiddich, as a good traitor to the Slytherin house, which is the way Taurus refers to me, I will sit with Hermione and Ron even though Gryffindor play against Slytherin.

It's been a pretty bad day, Snape has taken away a book from Harry that Hermione had given him about quiddich and I received a spit from Crabbe on the cheek. It's nothing compared to what my cousin used to do to me, but it still bothers me.

—Wonder what's wrong with Snape's leg?— asked my twin.

—Dunno, but I hope it's really hurting him,— said Ron bitterly.

—I'll ask Snape to return the book to me,— said Harry, seeing that Snape was going into the teachers' lounge.

—I wouldn't —Hermione, Ron and I said at the same time.

But Harry thought Snape wouldn't refuse if there were other teachers present. So we didn't change his mind.

—I'll come with you. I'm from Slytherin, maybe you'll be luckier if you go with me.—I said.

We went down to the teachers' lounge and Harry knocked on the door. There was no answer. He knocked again. Nothing. He pushed the door a little, we looked before we entered... and our eyes caught a horrible scene. Snape and Filch were there, alone. Snape was holding his robes above his knees. One of his legs was bloody and mangled. Filch was handing Snape bandages.

—-That cursed thing...— Snape was saying. —How are you supposed to keep your eyes on all three heads at once?—

Harry tried to shut the door quietly, but ...

—POTTER!— Snape yelled.

Snape's face was crisp with rage and he dropped his robe quickly to hide his wounded leg. Harry and I swallowed saliva.

—I was wondering if I could have my book back,— Harry said.

—GET OUT! GET OUT OF HERE! —shouted Snape.

We left quickly and ran up the stairs.

—Did you make it? —Ron asked when we met them. —What happened?—

Whispering, Harry told them what he had seen.

—Do you know what that means? —said Harry. —He tried to get past that three-headed dog at Halloween! That's where he was going when we saw him ... he's after whatever it's guarding! And Id bet my broomstick he let that troll in, to make a diversion!—

Hermione's eyes were wide open.

—No ... he wouldn't, —she said. —I know he's not very nice, but he wouldn't try and steal something Dumbledore was keeping safe.—

—Honestly, Hermione, you think all teachers are saints or something,— snapped Ron. —I'm with Harry. I wouldn't put anything past Snape. But what's he after? What's that dog guarding?—

It's true that Snape has an ungentlemanly behavior with the students, especially with Taurus and Harry. But from that to stealing something Dumbledore is keeping there is a gap. I wasn't convinced by the conspiracy theory against Snape. Moments later we left Harry alone to change for the game. Ron, Hermione and I went to Gryffindor's bleachers. There was some annoying look when they saw me in Slytherin's clothes, but they knew my brother was Harry Potter so they didn't say what they thought out loud.

Fifteen brooms rose up, high, high into the air. They were off.

—And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor ... what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too ...—said the speaker.

—JORDAN!—quarreled Professor McGonagall.

—Sorry, Professor.—replied the speaker, who was the Weasley twins' friend, Lee Jordan. He was doing the commentary for the match, closely watched by Professor McGonagall. —And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find 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 there, nice dive around Flint, off up 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 off toward 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!—

Gryffindor cheers filled the cold air, with howls and moans from the Slytherins. I watched Slytherin's grandstand focusing my attention on Taurus. He looked uncomfortable watching the game.

—Budge up there, move along.—said a giant next to us.

—Hagrid!—we said at the same time.

Ron, Hermione and I squeezed together to give Hagrid enough space to join them.

—I have been watching from my cabin,— said Hagrid, patting a large pair of binoculars around his neck, —But it isn't the same as being in the crowd. No sign of the Snitch yet, eh?—

—Nope,— said Ron. —Harry hasn't had much to do yet.—

—Staying out of trouble is something,— said Hagrid, raising his binoculars and peering skyward at the speck that was Harry.

—Slytherin in possession,— Lee Jordan was saying, —Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the ... wait a moment ... was that the Snitch?—

A murmur ran through the crowd. Lee kept commenting on the game.

—Slytherin in possession... Flint with the quaffle... he passes it to Spinnet, who passes it to Bell... a bludger hits him hard in the face, I hope he breaks his nose, Slytherin scores a bit, oh, no...

—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... —said Lee Jordan.

—Something's wrong with my brother. —I said looking at the binoculars.

The Slytherins were cheering. No one seemed to have noticed that Harry's broom was behaving strangely. It was carrying him slowly higher, away from the game, jerking and twitching as it went.

—I don't know what Harry thinks he's doing,— Hagrid mumbled. He stared through his binoculars. —If I didn't know better, I'd say he'd lost control of his broom... but he can't have...—

Harry's broom took a ferocious leap and Harry was hanging, holding only one hand. I had a knot in my stomach

—Did something happen to Harry's broom when Flint blocked him?— Seamus whispered.

—Impossible— Hagrid said, his voice shaking. —Nothing can't interfere with a broomstick except powerful Dark magic ... no kid could do that toa Nimbus Two Thousand.—

Dark magic? I was about to cry.

At these words, Hermione took my binoculars, but instead of looking up at Harry, she started looking frantically at the crowd.

—What are you doing? —I asked her with some anger, because without binoculars I couldn't get a good look at my brother.

—I knew it,— Hermione snorted. —Snape... Look.—

I took the binoculars. Snape was in the middle of the stands in front of them. His eyes were fixed on Harry and he was muttering something without stopping. It can't be... Does Snape hate my brother so much to curse him?

—He's doing something ... jinxing the broom,— said Hermione.

—What should we do?—I asked frightened.

—Leave it to me.—said Hermione.

Before I could say anything else, Hermione was gone. I turned the binoculars back on Harry . The broom vibrated so much that it was almost impossible for me to hang on for much longer. His broom was vibrating so hard, it was almost impossible for him to hang on much longer.

—Come on, Hermione,— Ron and I muttered in despair.

Hermione had fought her way across to the stand where Snape stood, and was now racing along the row behind him; she didn't even stop to say sorry as she knocked Professor Quirrell headfirst into the row in front. Reaching Snape, she crouched down and pulled out her wand. Bright blue flames shot from her wand onto the hem of Snape's robes. It took thirty seconds for Snape to realize that he was on fire.

Up in the air, Harry was suddenly able to clamber back on to his broom. Harry was speeding toward the ground when we saw him clap his hand to his mouth as though he was about to be sick. He coughed and something gold fell into his hand.

—I've got the Snitch!— he shouted, waving it above his head, and the game ended in complete confusion.

—I think I'm going to throw up. —I said, putting my hand over my mouth.

I had never been so terrified in my whole life. The cerberus was nothing compared to this.