"Scabbers is gone! just left a bunch of blood and this" Ron roared, waving a couple orange hairs at Hermione.

"You can't assume it was Crookshanks!" You cried. Hermione looked the other way, not wanting to face Ron.

"You're just a snake. Do you have to see his body to believe?!"

"I mean... shouldn't you find Scabbers first? You can't just say he's dead..."

"Besides, don't you often complain about Scabbers?" piped George.

"It's old Ron, you're finally rid of it!"

Hermione silently retreated back to her dorm and you turned to Harry.

"I'll go deal with her. Go prepare for your game!"

You follow Hermione back to the dorm.


"Hermione, you know what he's like. Give it couple days, Scabbers returns, and he'll be fine."

"I'm fine Sylvie, really, I'm gonna go sleep."

Hermione nodded, barely forcing a smile. You nodded back and lay on to your bed.

Hopefully no dementors will grace this game.


The next day, Harry took his Firebolt down to the Great Hall to flaunt it in Draco's face, who could only stare at it, face red.

You smiled softly at Draco's expression and Harry grinned at you. He had helped you make your revenge.

You shoot up your thumb at him, smiling even wider.

"Firebolt? I bet Caeru bought him that. Look at that smile!" Pansy sneered.

But her words successfully angered a little snake next to her: Draco.


Wait... Dementors?

You were watching the game when you saw a black hooded figure down below. But before you pulled out your wand, Harry pulled out his and knocked it down with a Patronus spell.

"I did it! I wasn't affected!" Harry said happily, waving the Snitch at Lupin.

"That because they uh... weren't Dementors."

"You gave Malfoy quite a shock."

You all stare dumbfounded as Crabbe, Goyle, Draco, and Flint scramble out of the pile of black cloaks.

Harry burst into laughter as you watched, rolling your eyes. When will this boy ever learn?

You were going to go over when Ron grabbed you.

"Sylvia, don't tell me you're going to go help them!" Ron exclaimed, looking at you in disbelief.

"Well..."

"You would rather care for that Ferret than Scabbers? You're just a Slytherin!"

"Give yourself a break. Slytherins need the help of no one. Especially not the help from people who like Mudbloods."

Draco smiled, a fake Malfoy smile.

"Can you guys leave? I can't breathe with all this Gryffindor stench around me."

"Don't take it too far Malfoy, Sylvia's here because of you!" Harry hated the attitude of Draco, it reminded him of Dudley.

"Are you sure?" Draco looked between you and Harry, smiling maliciously.

"What do you mean?" You ask coldly.

"Firebolt. You gave it to him, eh? You must really like the sound of Mrs. Potter." His tone was full of malice.

So this is why you didn't stop Pansy at Hogsmeade. Even you think I'm friends with Harry for a purpose. I thought you'd understand me. But... I was wronged.

"Harry, Sylvia, when did you two get together, I..." Ron spluttered, he had received too much information for him to process.

Harry punched him right in the chest while you ignored Ron.

"No way, don't listen to Malfoy."

"Hm... not that successful Caeru." Malfoy said, feigning disappointment.

"Hmph." You laugh disbelievingly.

"Harry and I. Do you really believe it?"

"Not everyone can afford a Firebolt. Among all the people close to Potter, you're the only one with the money for it. Don't tell me Weasley got it for him!"

"Hmph! Whatever you say Malfoy."

You have completely lost hope. After six years, he still doesn't understand you.

You turn to leave.

"C'mon guys, let's not forget Malfoy and friends have detention to go to."

As you walk away, you heard Harry's voice coming from behind.

"You're the stupidest jerk I've ever met."

"You're the biggest jerk I've ever met." added Ron.