Shame on you all! Last chapter I did not get ONE review! I'm going to go cry in my corner now... :(

The Next Match

During breakfast Harry, Ron and Lizzie were discussing about what they would do if they had the Philosopher's Stone.

"I'd turn perfect Percy into gold to make him useful," Ron said, talking about his too perfect older brother.

"Do you think if I turned Lizzie into gold it'd shut her mouth. It would be frozen, right?" Harry joked, making Lizzie shove him playfully.

"Yes, but neither Percy nor Lizzie are made of steel," Hermione sapped at them impatiently. She didn't like the idea of the Philosopher's Stone getting in anyone's hands.

"We can dress them up in steel," Ron suggested.

"We'll I would sell the gold I make and buy a stone that could make you two shut up," Lizzie told Ron and Harry.

"I'll pay someone with the gold to do my homework," Ron groaned, remembering the large amount of homework waiting for him in his bag and dormitory.

"So what're you going to do about the Quidditch match," Hermione interrupted before they could think of anymore crazy ideas.

"We're going to play," Lizzie and Harry both said at the same time.

"But why?" Hermione questioned, already anxious for what will happen.

"Because if we don't..." Lizzie said.

"All the Slytherins will think we're too scared to face Snape...," Harry continued.

"And Draco will taunt me that I backed out of a match...," Lizzie continued.

"That'll really wipe the sneers and smiles of their faces..." Harry continued.

"Especially Draco's," Lizzie finished off.

Ron and Hermione looked between Harry and Lizzie, then at each other.

"That was...creepy," Hermione said.

"I'm used to it. I live with Fred and George," Ron reminded her.

The Quidditch practices that came after were tense. They trained long and hard for the match. They were all excited of the thought of overtaking Slytherin for the first time in seven years, but it was nearly impossible with Snape refereeing. As the match grew closer, everyone grew more anxious. Except for Draco and Lizzie, he seemed to have a smug look about him which made Lizzie suspicious. But Lizzie was not entirely anxious. She knew her uncle would take only points off her team, anyone would if it would let their house win. She just didn't understand why everyone disliked her Uncle. He was actually nice, the tough mean bully/man was just the outside.

When Hermione and Ron wished Lizzie and Harry outside the changing room they wondered if they would ever see them alive and whole again. They were even more scared for Lizzie because she looked all confident and not worried.

During the pep talk of Oliver Wood's, Harry was hardly listening. He was worried and anxious despite all the assurances and scoffs of Lizzie's. Meanwhile, Lizzie, Fred and George were saying most of Oliver's speech like usual, but Fred and George only did it half-heartedly.

While this was happening in the Changing rooms, Ron and Hermione found a seat near the front next to Neville. They were prepared to use any curse of jinx that came to their mind if Snape showed any sign of hurting Lizzie or Harry. Of course, Harry and Lizzie didn't know what Ron and Hermione were up to. Harry would have grown more anxious while Lizzie would grow more annoyed. Ron had a spell that would wash Snape's greasy hair, but decided against it from Hermione's glare. Hermione was using the Leg-Locker curse.

"Locomotor Mortis," Hermione muttered to herself, trying not to forget the spell. Ron learnt it quickly and decided to use that spell instead. But he ached to try the hair washing spell on Snape.

Back to the changing rooms. Oliver took Harry aside and said, "No pressure Potter, but this is the best time for an early capture of the Snitch. Finish the game before Snape gets soft on the Hufflepuffs."

"So no pressure, Harry," Fred and George said, winking at him.

"Don't worry! They're only Huffies!" Lizzie told them, as though this could calm them down enough.

"Blimey, the entire school is out there," Oliver said in awe, peering out of the door.

"Merlin's soggy pants, even Dumbledore's here to watch!" Lizzie said, also peering outside.

"Merlin's soggy pants?" Fred said, raising an eyebrow.

"Shut up," Lizzie told them, blushing while they all laughed at her.

Meanwhile, Harry's face lit up as he ran to the door and also looked. He spotted Dumbledore right away, with the long silver beard and half-moon spectacles, glinting in the sun light. Harry sighed in relief. With Dumbledore here Snape can't touch a hair of Harry's. Harry looked at Snape in triumph. Snape looked angry and this pleased the team, except for Lizzie of course. The two teams made their way onto the pitch.

"Wow, Snape looks as mean as ever," Ron told Hermione. "I wond- Ouch!" Ron turned around as someone poked him on the back of his head. Draco smirked as he drew his finger back.

"Sorry, Weasel. Didn't see you there," Draco's smirk grew on his arrogant face.

"Wonder how long Potter and little Potter'll stay on their brooms? Anyone want to bet. The lower amount of minutes the more chance you'll win money, Weasel," Draco sneered. But when he said Lizzie's name, something came across his face that no one had time to consider. It went as fast as it had come.

But Ron and Hermione's attention were on the match where Snape had given a penalty because George had hit a Bludger at him. Hermione, with her all her fingers and toes crossed had her eyes glued on Harry and Lizzie. Harry was circling the air, seeking the snitch while Lizzie scored a goal right aftethe penalty was finished. But she had a worried face on. Was everyone, even Dumbledore here because her Uncle was refereeing. Was he really a bad person? No, Dumbledore trusts him. That's why he hired him in the first place, right?

"You know how I think people get chosen for the Gryffindor team," Draco said loudly as Snape called another penalty for Hufflepuff the death glares he was receiving. "It's all about pity, See, there's Potter who has no parents, little Potter who also has no parents and a 'family' who hates her, then there's the Weasels who have no money. Hey, why don't you join the team, Longbottom, they'd put you in seeing as you've got no brains."

Neville blushed furiously but turned around as bravely as he could and said, "I'm worth twelve of you, Malfoy."

"You tell him, Neville," Hermione said proudly, but still not taking her eyes of Harry and Lizzie while Draco, Crabbe and Goyle were breathless from laughing.

"L-Longbottom. I-If brains were gold, you'd be poorer than Weasel here, and that's saying something," Draco said as he tried to control his laughter.

"You littl-" Ron started but was cut off as Hermione painfully grabbed his arm.

"Ron! Look at Harry!" Hermione nearly shrieked.

Ron, Neville, Draco, Crabbe and Goyle all snapped their heads towards Harry as he went into a dangerous but magnificent dive. The crowd gasped and cheered as Harry continued to fly at top speed towards the ground.

"Lucky you Weasel, Potter's found some money on the ground. Or maybe he'll use it to feed little Potter," Malfoy sneered.

Before Draco knew what was happening, Ron was on top of him, wrestling him. Neville straight away went to help. Crabbe and Goyle cracked their knuckles. Meanwhile, Hermione remained oblivious to the fight happening beneath her seat.

Harry was a blur now, but somehow when he had pulled out of the dive with his hand held high, the snitch was held tightly there. Everyone was silent for a second then they erupted in great applause and shouts. Even Ron, Neville, Draco, Crabbe and Goyle had stopped fighting to see what had happened.

"We've won! Ron, we've won! The game's over! Gryffindor's are in the lead!" Hermione shrieked, jumping up and down.

Harry leapt off his broom, nearly falling off on the way. He couldn't believe it. No one could. He'd done it. They've done it. They've won. He was suddenly being hugged by the whole team and the Gryffindors who had come out onto the pitch. Snape skulked off the pitch and spat on the ground in disgust. Someone whispered into Harry's and Lizzie's ears, "Well done. Nice to see you and Lizzie have been away from that mirror." It was Dumbledore who was standing behind Harry and Lizzie. They grinned up at the smiling Dumbledore.

Everyone started congratulating them. Harry looked around and saw Lizzie missing. He grew instantly worried but laughed with the rest of the Gryffindors as Lizzie sped up on her broomstick to a frightened boy by the name of Draco.

"Feel my wrath! Muhuhahaha!" Lizzie shouted as she chased her 'brother' around the pitch.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Draco shouted, sprinting as fast as he could away from Lizzie. "Liiiiiiizzzzzzeeeeee! Sttoooooooppppp!"

Lizzie just laughed more evilly. Without knowing, she tilted forward, causing her to speed up and knock into Draco. The both toppled onto the ground laughing. Realization came upon Draco's face as his smile faded. He got up and walked off the pitch.

Lizzie shrugged and made her way to Harry as they walked to the changing room.

Woooo! Wouldn't you just LOVE to actually have a broomstick!
Well, I've got an imaginary one! Woooot! You should too! If you review, I'll give you one!
*gives imaginary broomstick to those who review*