The three teenagers arrived at the room. Harry knocked on the door nervously, bit his lip and they stepped in. They waited a few minutes for the boy to arrive, once he got there, he took out a notebook and sat down.

"Well, go on then," he said.

"Sorry, what's your name?" Harry said, scared of what was coming next.

"Oh, I forgot to mention, my name is Gilbert, and you are?"

"I'm Harry Potter, this is Ron Weasley, and she's Hermione Granger"

"Are they your friends?"

"Yeah."

"Thought so. So, teach me."

"What do you want to learn?"

"Just some spells." Harry looked back at Hermione. She stepped forward.

"Well, there's the wand lighting spell, Lumos," Hermione stated clearly.

"Can you show me?"

"Sorry, we're not allowed." After about 40 minutes of explaining the hour was coming to an end.

"Gilbert, swear on your life that you won't tell a soul about this. OK?" Harry asked intimidatingly.

"Deal." Gilbert said flatly. The four of them walked out the room and the bell went. They got on the late bus and went back to the Dursleys.

"I get what you mean by dodgy now." Ron said.

"Yeah, I don't think it's safe to do it again." Hermione added. Harry just nodded and he went back up to their room to do some homework, homework Fred and George beat him to it, but they weren't doing homework, they were inventing. As soon as he saw them he walked right back out the room knowing he won't get peace and quiet with them around. While Harry was walking down the landing he was met by uncle Vernon.

"MAKE YOUR SILLY FRIENDS SHUT UP ALL I CAN HEAR IS EXPLOSIONS!" he bellowed.

"Sorry uncle Vernon," Harry quickly replied and walked the other way.

"Guys can you like, stop exploding stuff?" said Harry although he was rather fond of the chaotic atmosphere.

"God, you sound like Percy, what's gotten into you, Harry!" Fred shouted mockingly

"See, I love the atmosphere. I just don't feel like ending up as I did in third year." Harry replied

"Don't worry, we'll sneak some canary creams into his tea tonight," George said. "As long as you get a picture." Harry smiled and walked off.

"Hermione, have you done the maths homework yet," Ron asked. "Just out of curiosity."

"Yes, I did it last night, it's due tomorrow." She replied.

"Well, could you let me copy off yours's please?" Ron pleaded, putting on his best puppy eyes.

"Ronald! You said you did it yesterday too!" Hermione scowled.

"Well, I got a bit mixed up and it's your best subject?"

"No! I have other homework to do! Ask Harry." She concluded and walked off purposefully swishing her hair. Ron turned to Harry.

"Have you done it, mate?"

"Nope, haven't even started it." The two boys broke out into giggles and decided to finally do it. The rest of the evening flew past and once it was seven Harry went down to cook dinner, on the way Hermione gave him a disapproving look.

The next morning arrived with a morning fog and chilly weather. Harry woke up and quietly got ready before going down and cooking breakfast.

The morning quickly faded into the afternoon and soon enough it was the end of the school day.

"Let's go then!" Paddy exclaimed with a wide smile on his face but met with three confused faces. "Football, don't you remember!" Ron turned to Harry with a terrified look on his face.

"Yeah sure, I just need to speak to Ron privately first." Harry blurted out.

"Go on then, me and 'Mione will meet you on the pitch," Paddy shouted as the four teens parted ways. Harry pulled Ron aside.

"Harry, what the bloody hell is futball?!"

"Football, anyways I'll explain. It's like quidditch, but with only the quaffle" Harry paused for a minute, trying to think of how to explain it in a way that Ron'll understand. "But there's only one hoop on each side, you don't throw the quaffle, but you kick it and touching it with your hand is considered a foul, oh yeah and no brooms."

"Okay?"

"Got it?"

"Got it." Harry grabbed Ron's arm and dragged him outside, Paddy took out the football and called for someone. All of a sudden none other than DDean Thomas shows up.

"Oh, hi Harry!" Dean said happily.

"Why are you so happy?" Harry asks

"I was on the football team in primary!"

"Oh, is that why you came" Dean simply started with a smile.

"Right, who's being goalie?" Paddy asked. Harry volunteered.

"Are you sure Harry, you're the smallest one here?" Dean asked enthusiastically

"Yeah…"

Paddy opened his bag and took out a black and white ball and placed it on the pitch. "Since there's five of us someone's gonna have to referee" Paddy added

Hermione's hand immediately shot up into the air. As she was walking off pitch, Paddy shouted, "You do realize we're gonna be swapping at some point!" Hermione simply replied with a grunt.

Ron decided to team with Harry and the game began. Ron did surprisingly well, he managed to get a few goals in and defended the ball pretty well. As soon as Dean gained control of the ball, Harry knew it was over, Dean was on the football team when he was younger, why had you chosen this position in the first place? Dean booted the ball, but miraculously Harry had managed to catch it, Dean tried again, and again but Harry defended it each time. Hermione watched in shock from the benches.

"You'd be a fair keeper mate!" Ron shouted across the pitch. Paddy looked a little confused.

"What sport is this?" he asked.

"Quidditch," Ron answered. Hermione scowled at him. "Just… an original sport of our school!" Ron lied.

"Oh cool, how do you play?"

"We'll tell you tomorrow." Hermione quickly replied she had to think of how to make the sport muggle friendly because Ron decided to be stupid.

After a little while, Hermione and Dean swapped, which put Ron and Hermione directly against each other. The game was on.

"Hermione's eyes glinted with determination as she sprinted off towards the ball. The two were trying their very best, this caused quite a few fouls. To Harry's dismay, Hermione had the ball and was about to shoot, it had been a miracle he managed to save all those shots earlier, but he figured Dean was just going easy on him. Harry knew Hermione's slaps could hurt, he mainly knew this from when he or Ron would do something stupid.

All of a sudden, the ball was flying towards him. "Uh oh," he thought, but somehow he yet again managed to save it. Unfortunately, as he threw himself towards the ball he stood on his ankle funny.

Hermione gasped. "Oh Harry, I'm so sorry!"

"Hermione, I'm fine!" Harry exclaimed, although he was in quite a bit of pain, Harry was used to sports-related injuries. In second year he lost all his bones in his arm so surely he could survive a twisted ankle.

"Harry, you always seem to get injured playing sports!" Dean chuckled.

"We need to take you to the school nurse!" Paddy shouted.

"Don't worry, I'll take him home and we'll bandage him up there, but thanks!" Hermione shouted back. She hoisted Harry up and grabbed her school bag and Ron and they walked (Harry limped) off towards the bus lane.

"Hermione, I'll be fine!" Harry protested.

"Don't worry, I'll owl Madam Pomfrey now," she said while getting a pen and paper out.

"What!"

"Mate, you're injured," Ron added.

"Yeah, but I've had worse!"

"You're still injured!" Harry frowned at Ron and turned away. Soon enough, the bus arrived and students began to file in. Eventually Harry, Ron, and Hermione got back to Number 4, Privet Drive, followed the Dean and Neville (who joined biology club). They went upstairs to do homework and Hermione insisted that Harry keeps his foot elevated.

As soon as Harry began to get comfortable, He heard screams from downstairs. Disregarding Hermione's shouts, he leaped off of his air bed to see what was going on. Madam Pomfrey has apparated inside of the Dursleys' living room.

"MR POTTER YOU SIT BACK DOWN THIS INSTANT!" Madam Pomfrey yelled.

"I promise I'm fine!" Harry protested, but Madam Pomfrey decided that the best thing to do was to levitate the boy onto the sofa.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH THAT YOU FREAK!" Uncle Vernon bellowed, Harry wasn't sure whether he was addressing him or Madam Pomfrey.

"What happened Mr. Potter?" Pomfrey asked calmly.

"Football" Harry answered.

"Hmph, you do always seem to get hurt during sports don't you?" She sighed.

Unfortunately, the rest of the group had heard the commotion and decided to see what was going on for themselves. The Slytherins burst out into laughter, Harry went as red as a tomato, Ron's ears going the same colour. Dudley also came down and began to sneer at Harry.

"Getaway, getaway!" Madam Pomfrey shouted. The gaggle of students went back upstairs and Madam Pomfrey began to spread some sort of ointment of Harry's ankle causing the swelling to immediately go down. "There, there, you should be fine now, I'll escort you back to your room and make sure to get plenty of rest tonight."

30 minutes later

"Potter, make dinner, NOW!" uncle Vernon hissed. Harry reluctantly got up, wincing at the pain, and made his way downstairs. Little did he know, but Hermione followed him.

"Sir, Harry is clearly injured, anyone with half a brain would understand he is not in a position to do chores right now!" Hermione exclaimed angrily.

"How dare you insult me and my family you freak!"

"Told you they're bad," Harry whispered.

Hermione frowned and walked off.

A/N

I'm sorry I haven't uploaded in a while, but I've been going through writer's block, anyways, I've just been made aware that Smeltings is a boarding school, so let's just pretend it's not because I don't really want to re-write pretty much this entire story. And yes, I am in fact from England. It's football, not soccer. Right, have a great day, bye!