~~~Hey people. Sorry for the long delay. And some of you were asking what kind of surgery I had. Well, I had this cataract in my eye and it needed to be removed. I know, when you're writing a story, you don't want to have surgery there. I can barely make out shapes, let alone read my writing. Least it's only in one eye… I hate surgery. Did you know they can give you flavored air? I had asked for root beer, but they gave me bubble gum… Hahaha, Weird. Well, enjoy the chapter! And thanks for all the support. Remember to vote, comment, and fan! And I need 5 comments before next upload.~~~

Olivia's POV

Finally, the quidditch game everyone has been waiting for. Slytherin vs. Gryffindor. At breakfast everyone was coming up to us and wishing us good luck. A lot of people think Slytherin will win, and others think that Harry will come back and win. Gryffindor has won a game and lost one, and we haven't lost one. I'm feeling confident. But I can't get too cocky. That ruins everything. Because then you underestimate your competition and you end up losing. Don't want to do that. Harry caught my eye and smiled. I shrugged and returned it. I mouthed a 'good luck' and he laughed. Then he looked away and started to mess around with Ron. "Are you ready to give Gryffindor a beating they won't soon forget?" Bobby asked from next to me. I laughed and nodded. "We'll show them! We have the better seeker!" Tom said from my other side. The people around us agreed and started to talk about what tricks I should try. But I was thinking. Why try really hard tricks when I can just make it a short game? Wait, I was being too cocky. Have to think about that. Harry was good, but I still think I'm better. But you never know, maybe Harry will prove to be a bigger threat then I thought. So I have to be prepared for anything and everything. Ha, that sounds like I'm going to be battling someone. But this is serious. Okay, maybe it's just a game, but still, I think it's important. When breakfast was over we did the usual thing and went to the quidditch pitch to practice. But Gryffindor was there. John turned to me quickly and he handed me a sheet of paper. "Can you forge Snape's handwriting? We need a note saying we can have the field." he said under his breathe. I smiled and waved my hand over the paper. It immediately started to write itself in Sev's writing. All while we were walking to their team. And they didn't see me doing it. And they didn't see us until we were like ten feet away. The team immediately stopped what they were doing and stared at us. Their captain stepped forward and crossed his arms. "Emerson. Leave. We have the field." John smiled and stepped forward also. "Wood. We have a note from Snape saying we can have the field." He looked at me and held out his hand. I handed him the note and he winked. He turned back to Wood and handed him the note. He eyed it suspiciously and took it quickly. He read the note quickly and glared at John. One of the girls behind him took it from him and read it. She sighed angrily and passed it around the group. While they were doing that Bobby and Tom were talking to each other quietly. While the Gryffindors talked about the fake note, Tom and Bobby turned to me. "You did that, didn't you?" Bobby asked. Tom smiled. "Of course she did. She's the only one who would recognize his handwriting and could copy it." Bobby smiled also and patted me on the back. "Good job, Liv." He whispered as Wood turned back to us. "I don't believe this is real." He said and threw it to the ground. John tilted his head. "And why is that?" he asked. "I didn't see one of you approach him today." he said matter-of-factly. I smiled. "Get this, we can ask on a different day." I was talking to him like he was a baby. The team chuckled behind me and John cracked a smile. Wood sighed and gritted his teeth together. The twins folded their arms simultaneously and the other Gryffindors started to get kind of mad. Harry only shook his head. "Being a smart ass won't get you anywhere." one of the girls said. I just shrugged. The other girl elbowed George. "She's a real keeper, Georgie." She mumbled. I glared at her and she shut her mouth. "Okay look, you Gryffindors can have one side of the field and we can have the other." Courtney suggested. Wood shook his head. "You guys will listen to our conversations." Courtney sighed. "Why would we do that if we have our own practice going on?" "Oh, I don't know, maybe because you're cheating little Slytherins!" the girl who nudged George exclaimed. I smiled and I could tell there was going to be a fight. "What's so amusing, Potter?" Wood demanded. I turned to him, the smile still on my face. "You guys are talking like magic doesn't even exist. Just use muffliato." He looked back for a second. "I've never heard of that spell before." He told me. I sighed. "When you use the spell, you choose who you want to talk to, and everyone else around you, no matter how close, won't be able to listen in. They won't even know you're talking. It shields your mouth so you can't see their mouths move." He didn't look convinced. "How can I trust that that's the affect?" I smiled. "You can trust me. Earlier I was just acting like that because that's how I'm expected to act with the team. I usually don't like acting like that. Unless someone deserves it. But you didn't. I'm sorry." He looked taken aback for a second. "Are you serious? Is this just another Slytherin thing?" I chuckled. "Have you ever seen a Slytherin apologize? And plus, you've seen me with George. Do I act like that?" He smiled. "What, act like a smart ass? I guess not." He looked around at everyone. They were yelling at each other. "Can't they hear us?" I smiled again and waved my hand. "Why don't you ask them?" He looked confused for a second, and then understood. He turned to Fred behind him. "Did you hear my conversation?" he asked. Fred looked at him like he was crazy. "What conversation? I think you finally lost it, Oliver. I knew it was going to happen sooner or later." He laughed. Wood turned back to me. "Fine, you have a deal." I nodded. "Hey, everyone shut up!" I yelled as loud as I could. And I was louder than them. They all turned to look at me. "We have an agreement. Gryffindor has the West side and we have the East side." It took a few minutes, but eventually everyone agreed. We headed down to our side of the field and started. But it wasn't really a practice. We were messing around and trying to look bad in front of the other team. Then they would think we suck and wouldn't try very hard. All my idea. And I could see it was working. They weren't practicing as hard, and they were laughing at us. I knew that because what I didn't tell Wood, the person who casts it can hear through other ones. George will be learning that soon, since he casted theirs. After about half an hour, people started to come out. We ended the practice and went back to the center of the field. Madame Hooch soon came out and made us line up in front of the person who also has your position on the opposite team. Normal. Harry smiled. "Good luck, Gryffindor." I told him. He chuckled. "You think you'll really win with a sucky team, Slytherin?" he asked. I shrugged and looked around the stands. I saw Sirius sitting next to a few Gryffindors. They didn't seem to notice him. I smiled and turned back to Harry. Madame Hooch told us to shake hands, we did, and she blew the whistle.

Harry's POV

We sped up into the air, me on my new firebolt, Olivia on hers. Almost immediately I saw their chasers get the quaffle. You could tell the two people who had it were twins by the way they knew exactly where the other would move before they moved. When our chasers went after them, they would throw it to each other in a way where we couldn't take it. It was clear that the way they were playing during the little practice before was all an act. They were much better than we thought. And we're not prepared for this. And then the twins scored, making it 10 to 0 in favor of Slytherin. I turned to Olivia to see she was smiling at me. "You guys were acting earlier?" I called to her. "Of course! You think we play that badly?" she called back, amusement clear in her voice. I smiled and she flew around, looking for the little flash of gold. After a few minutes she looked away from her search and watched her team. She was satisfied. That was obvious. She saw me looking at her and went back to her search. She clutched her broom after a couple of minutes and shot down. A second later I saw the speck of gold stream down in front of Olivia. She had fast reflexes. I quickly followed after her and caught up with her. She glanced back and when she saw me, she started to go faster. She turned up quickly, and it was too quick for me. I dove to the side and stopped before I hit the ground, but lost my speed. I looked at her retreating back and saw she parallel to the ground, maybe 7 feet up in the air. I started after her again, and I was coming fast. When I saw her reach her hand out, I flew to the side and tried to get next to her, but couldn't. And a few seconds later, I was glad I didn't. I looked up and saw one of the twins hit a bludger toward the chaser, but it didn't follow through. It went down and started to go after Olivia. And she didn't see it coming. When she did, it was too late. She tried to duck, but it still hit her. Hard. It came from the side and totally knocked her off her broom. But what was disgusting, is that I was close enough to hear a loud Crack! I knew it was going to be ugly. I have no idea if she got the snitch or not, but I don't think people were worrying about that right then. I landed and before the broom was totally on the ground, I was getting off. I landed and ran over to her. Her arm was bleeding a lot. She was cradling her shoulder and had tears running down her face. But she didn't make a sound. And I could tell that was very painful. Soon everyone landed and rushed over to her. "Olivia, are you alright?" Alicia asked and kneeled next to her. Olivia opened her eyes and looked at her. "Of course I am. I always bleed for fun." She said. Only Olivia can be hurt like this and still have her sarcastic responses. Slowly she moved her hand away from her shoulder and opened it up. The snitch was lying in the center of her palm.