To Nobody: Again some great ideas, thank you! ^_^
On the matter with smut, I won't be focusing too much on that (I think). Sure, at one point, there will be chapters existing ONLY of smut, but they will be few and far in between, and mostly they also have importance to the plot. (I'll also give warnings at the top of those chapters and mark off all smut parts for people who don't want to read it)

Also, sleep more. This story will still be here in the morning, so don't pass out again.


Flint was working the team harder than ever. Even the endless rain that had replaced the snow couldn't dampen his spirits. Lucian Bole and Terrence Higgs complained that Flint was becoming a fanatic, like Wood, but Harry was on Flint's side. If they won their next match, against Hufflepuff, they would be once again unbeatable in the House Cup for the seventh year in a row.

Still, that didn't mean Harry had to seriously practice when he wasn't feeling like it, so instead, he was dive bombing the other players and acting like he fell off his broom, much to the annoyance of the other players. Especially Higgs, it seemed.

"Will you stop messing around!" he yelled.
"That's exactly the sort of thing that'll lose us the match!"

"Leave him be," Flint said in a bored tone.
"Snape's refereeing this time anyway."

Harry really did fall off his broom at these words.

"Snape's refereeing?" he spluttered through a mouthful of mud.

"He's never refereed in his life!" Pucey exclaimed shocked.

Flint gave them a wolfish grin.

"Does it matter?" he asked.
"At least with Snape we know we can get away with more. He won't call us out as quick."

This had Bole and Derrick look at each other with wide grins while Pucey and Higgs, the only two fair players on the team, scowled. Harry just shrugged and chuckled. It didn't really matter to him, because he was planning on playing fair this time too… more or less.

After practice, Harry left to find Draco, whom he found teasing Longbottom near the library. His two troll guards stood by his sides again, like always. Curiously, Harry snuck forward to listen in on whatever it was that Draco was teasing the poor sniveling Gryffindor this time.

"I bet you only got into Gryffindor because you weren't smart enough for anywhere else," Draco sneered.
"You're such a coward and a crybaby. The perfect practice dummy for this curse I just learned."

Neville tried to get away when Draco pulled out his wand, grinning evilly.

"Locomotor Mortis!" he called gleefully, swiping his wand.

Neville's legs stuck together right away and the poor boy fell flat on his face. Harry had to cover his mouth to muffle his giggles. It was a pretty basic curse, but the Leg-Locker-Curse did its job pretty well. As Neville tried to bunny-hop away, Harry approached his friend, sending a mean stinging hex at Longbottom's ass to make him fall over again.

"Nice. Basic, but nice," he commented smirking.

"Not everything needs to be fancy and colorful, Quinn," Draco said, rolling his eyes.

"So I've been told," Harry hummed amused.
"Say, any idea why Snape suddenly wants to referee?"

Draco scowled confused.

"Uncle Severus doesn't particularly care for Quidditch, so no."

"Maybe Hermione was right and he wants to kill me," Harry teased.

Draco tensed and he glared angrily at Harry.

"He does not!" he defended his Godfather.

"If you say so. But if he kills me, I'm soooo haunting you!"

"Whatever, Quinn. Let's just go back to the dungeons before those Gryffindorks come avenge their House idiot," Draco said, rolling his eyes.

"You guys go ahead. I have something I want to do first," Harry replied grinning.

"Just don't get us in trouble, alright?" Draco warned.

"Can't promise anything~"

"Quinn!"

. . . . .

Harry walked into the Girl's Lavatories on the second floor. He'd heard it wasn't in use anymore for some reason. Maybe because of what happened 49 years ago, but that would be really stupid…

"WHAT are you doing here?!" a girl suddenly screeched from behind him.

Harry jumped and gave an embarrassing girly squeal. He quickly turned around, wand at the ready, but relaxed when he saw it was the spirit of a girl. From her clothes, he was pretty sure she had been a student here before she died.

"I got lost!" he explained quickly, his eyes widened innocently.
"Shouldn't I be here? I'm so sorry! But um… who are you?"

"You mean you don't know me?!" the girl wailed.
"I'm Myrtle! Ugly, silly, miserable, Moaning Myrtle!"

Harry's eyes widened in shock at that. Myrtle. As in Myrtle Warren, Tom Riddle's first victim… he started smirking as he realized he was indeed at the right place. He quickly covered it up by smiling innocently at the ghost of his uncle's victim.

"I'm Harry Quinn, nice to meet you, Myrtle!" he greeted happily.

Myrtle scowled and floated closer to Harry, eyeing him warily.

"No one is ever happy to meet me," she muttered suspicious.

"If you want me to leave, I'll leave," Harry told her shrugging.
"But you seem really nice, so I hoped we could be friends…"

Myrtle's eyes widened comically and she stared at Harry in pure shock.

"You-you really mean that?" she whispered.

Harry's smile widened. His dad was right. The bitch was way too easy to win over.

. . . . .

Harry sighed happily and grabbed his notebook from his trunk. He was sure his dad would love to hear about the new acquaintance he'd made that day.

[Guess who I met today?]

[Kid, I'm not in the mood for fucking games. Just tell me.]

Harry chuckled and shook his head. His dad had gotten a lot meaner without his mom around to ground him. He'd gotten arrested a few more times too, which probably was the reason that he was so angry all the time. But maybe Harry could cheer him up a bit with his new friend.

[Myrtle Warren's ghost.]

It took several minutes before Harry finally got a reply from his dad.

[That stupid dolt actually stayed behind?]

[Yeah! I wanted to go to the Chamber, because I haven't had the chance to all year, but she haunts the lavatories, so I couldn't.]

[You'll get another chance. Maybe next year. Make it an anniversary thing.]

Harry threw his head back and laughed loudly, startling all the other boys in the room who were trying to fall asleep. Draco sat up in his bed and glared at Harry with sleepy eyes. The fact that he was wearing soft green silk pajamas didn't really help make him look intimidating either.

"What the hell, Quinn?!" he growled.

"Sorry," Harry chuckled amused.
"My bedtime story had a funny plot."

. . . . .

The next morning had Harry sneak off to the forbidden corridor on the third floor and Fluffy. He absolutely adored the giant monster dog, even though he knew it could easily maul him if he got too close. That didn't mean he didn't try though.

Grinning like a maniac, he snuck closer to the growling Cerberus and held out his hand carefully. Fluffy growled in warning and charged forward, snapping the jaws of the middle head towards Harry's hand, but he jumped back in time, giggling in pure joy as he tried again. He got the same result.

He eventually gave up when the right head had scraped his huge canines against Harry's leg, scratching it open and he quickly got back out of the corridor, heart beating hard in his chest and cheeks blushing a bright pink in excitement. He was breathing heavily from having to dance out of the way of those strong, murderous jaws all the time. This was definitely the best kind of exercise ever. Good thing Draco and Blaise didn't know this was what he did when they didn't come with.

After that, Harry used his Cloak and the fact that Dumbledore hadn't changed his password yet to sneak into the Headmaster's office. He immediately went for the bowl of lemon drops and vanished the contents. It had been one of the first spells his dad had taught him before sending him to Hogwarts. It was useful to be able to vanish things in his profession after all. To hide the evidence.

Harry pulled out a bag of new lemon drops, these ones spiked with a nice amount of Nonsense Potion, and placed them in the bowl instead. The potion would make that whoever consumed them wouldn't be able to form sensible sentences, and knowing Dumbledore, it would take a while before anyone would realize he was being dozed with it, if anyone ever figured it out in the first place.

Harry had originally wanted to transfigure the bowl in a large toy duck that would laugh at the worst moments, but unfortunately, Harry had no idea how to go about that. Transfigurations weren't exactly his best class, though he wasn't bad at it either.

Satisfied with his work, Harry snuck back out of the office and went back towards the dungeons. Just a shower, breakfast and then it was back to the Quidditch Pitch to play the game. Harry already couldn't wait.

. . . . .

Finally, the time for the Slytherin vs Hufflepuff game would start. As the Slytherin team walked into the pit, Harry was once again overwhelmed by the loud cheers of everyone around him and he looked at the bleachers. He saw his Slytherin peers of course, all dressed proudly in their House colors and holding large banners to cheer them on. Among the Gryffindors, Harry saw Hermione and the Weasley Twins, also holding up a large silver and green banner with the name 'QUINN' written in large, flashing letters.

The Hufflepuff team seemed honestly surprised when they saw Harry walking into the pitch wearing Seeker garb instead of that of a Beater. Harry was grinning widely, and so was Lucian Bole, who was now back to being a Beater with Harry having switched positions. The Hufflepuff Seeker, a fourth year boy Harry believed was called Diggory, walked forward to shake Harry's hand while the Hufflepuff Captain, who Harry though went by the name of Sadie Hollow, shook hands with Flint.

"I thought you were a Beater," Diggory said.

Harry chuckled and ruffled his hair as he gave the older teen a shrug.

"I like to switch it up," he replied smirking.
"And I'm good for both anyway, so why not, right?"

Diggory smiled at him, and Harry could see two of the girls on the Hufflepuff team blush. He almost rolled his eyes. Lovesick dorks.

"Well then, Harry. May the best man win!" he said.

"Oh, I will, don't worry!" Harry laughed as he mounted his broom.

As Snape gave the signal, Harry pushed off and soared up, flying higher and faster than anyone else on the field. He looked around, watching around for the Snitch. It looked like a pretty boring job, but from where he was, he could see the entire game happening beneath him, which was a pretty cool experience. Snape was just flying around between the teams, and almost immediately found something wrong with the Hufflepuff Chasers and gave the Slytherins a free shot. However, the Hufflepuff Keeper could stop the Quaffle.

Just then, Harry spotted the golden glow very close to the ground that could only be the Snitch. Harry looked over to Diggory and grinned. The Hufflepuff Seeker was still way too far away to even have a chance. It was a bit anticlimactic, but Harry wasn't going to look a gifted horse into the mouth.

He dove right down, making sure to fly close enough to Snape to nearly shove him off his broom. He dove down further and caught the Snitch only half a foot above the ground before pulling up again. He held up the Snitch, causing everyone to scream and cheer in happiness while Harry made a few loopdy-loops to show off.

He landed under loud applause, making Harry grin widely and bow towards the crowd teasingly. Just for the heck of it, he did a backwards summersault and a few cartwheels as well while the other players all landed around him. he could see Pucey and Diggory were both laughing at Harry's enthusiasm, while Flint and a few others smiled amused and the young boy's antics.

"How long was that? 5 minutes?" Harry asked grinning as he walked up to his team.

"That was amazing, Quinn!" Flint laughed.
"Shortest game in years, it has to be!"

"You should just stay Seeker if you're this good," Bole said grinning.

Harry laughed and handed the Snitch to Snape, who just glared at him.

"Oh no. Higgs can keep his position," he said smirking.
"I'm satisfied with just once. Maybe Chaser next time."

"Quinn…" Flint warned him with a tired sigh.

"What?! Seeker is pretty boring like this, and Ravenclaw has a bad one anyway," Harry complained.
"And I'm definitely playing Beater again, but maybe not right away. At least let me see what it's like to dive away from the Bludger instead of chasing after it!"

"We'll talk about it later," Flint caved.

"But now, we celebrate!" Pucey grinned, clapping Harry on the back.