"Slytherin in possession – Flint with the Quaffle – passes Spinnet – passes Bell – hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose – only joking, Professor – Slytherin score – oh no..." The Slytherins were cheering. No one seemed to have noticed that Harry's broom was behaving strangely. It was carrying him slowly higher, away from the game, jerking and twitching as it went.

"Dunno what Harry thinks he's doing" Hagrid mumbled. Suddenly people all over the stands were pointing at Harry. His broom had started to roll over and over, with him only just managing to hold on. Ron, John, Hermione, Neville and Seamus gasped as Harry was struggling to hold on to his broom.

"Did something happen to the broom?" asked Seamus.

"No, I don't think so. Unless..." replied John.

"Unless?" asked Ron.

"John, give your binoculars, quick!" asked Hermione, as she pushed his shoulder to make him listen.

"Wait! I know what you're thinking, that's exactly what I'm looking at." replied John hastily. From pointing his binoculars at Harry, John changed direction and looked at the stands where the Professors were sitting. "I knew it! Here have a look" And John handed the binoculars to Hermione.

"Snape" gasped Hermione.

"What is going on guys?" asked Ron. Hermione handed the binoculars to Ron.

"Look at Snape, he's muttering non-stop and has his eyes fixed at Harry. He's jinxing the broom." Hermione got up and disappeared after uttering these words.

"What's she doing?" asked Ron.

"I… I don't know, maybe she's going to distract him." John replied. Soon, there was a commotion on the opposite stand. Snape's robes were on fire, and meanwhile, Harry was back on his broom. And quickly enough, he made a dive and caught the snitch by his mouth. There was an uproar in the crowd, the Gryffindors were making all the noise and the celebrations were about to begin. But Harry, John and Ron were not there at the celebrations. They were in Hagrid's hut holding a strong cup of tea.

"You should thank Hermione, Harry, not me" said, John.

"I'll thank her too!" replied Harry.

"It was Snape..." began Ron.

"Rubbish, why would Snape do something like that?" asked Hagrid as he was pouring himself tea.

"Hagrid, you didn't see what we saw. He was muttering non-stop, and his eyes were fixed on Harry." replied Ron.

"I don't think Snape was jinxing Harry's broom." said John.

"What?" gasped Ron in shock. "Are you serious? We literally saw him."

"Yes, Ron. I know what we saw. But think about it, why would a Professor jinx a student? Like that doesn't make sense."

"It makes perfect sense. Hermione lit Snape's robes on fire, and then Harry became alright. How are you explaining that?" asked Ron. John remained silent but he looked disturbed. Harry however got excited by a thought that came to his mind.

"Hagrid, what's the 3 headed dog guarding?" asked Harry excitedly.

"Fluffy? How do you know about Fluffy?" asked Hagrid, shocked, as he dropped the teapot.

"Fluffy?" asked Ron and Harry together.

"Yeah – he's mine – bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub last year – I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the…" Ron and Harry were looking at Hagrid eagerly.

"Now, don't ask me any more" said Hagrid gruffly. "That's top-secret, that is."

"Snape knows about this top-secret?" asked Ron.

"He must. He was limping last week. I'm sure he was the one who let the troll in on Halloween, as a distraction. He might have wanted to steal what the dog is guarding." added Harry.

"Now, y'all should stop messing around. Snape did not jinx your broom. I don't know what happened, but it wasn't Snape. Whatever Fluffy is hiding, is between Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel..." Hagrid stopped abruptly. "I shouldn't have said that" muttered Hagrid and looked furious with himself.

Thanks to you I have made significant progress in my relationship with Harry. It had been about a week after the quidditch game. One morning I received your letter asking me why I hadn't written in a while. I read the letter while Harry was sitting beside me.

"What happened?" asked Harry.

"Nothing, why?"

"You haven't written to your Aunt for a while, and every time you receive one of those," he pointed at the letter, "you look worried."

"She's just worried about my studies" I lied. Sensing an opportunity to get to know him, I continued. "So, Harry, how are you liking your magical life?"

"It has been nice, better than I thought. I still miss my school, my friends, Dudley, Daisy, Aunt Petunia, but yeah I am feeling much better now than I did a couple of months back" Harry replied.

"That's nice. Must have been a shock when you found out about this world, right?"

"Shock is one way to put it. It was a Sunday morning, about 8-10 days before my 11th birthday. Daisy and I were walking aimlessly outside when I saw this owl in broad daylight dropping something in front of my house. It was a letter from Hogwarts. I picked it up and showed it to Aunt Petunia. I had never seen her like that. The moment she saw the letter, she shouted at me and asked me to leave the house. I didn't understand what was going on, but we left. Later when I got back home, I asked her what it was all about. She tried changing topics, but I knew she was lying or hiding about something. That evening she told me about this world, she said she didn't know much, and that someone will come on my birthday and explain everything to me. She told me not to tell anyone about this. Daisy still doesn't know that I'm at Hogwarts. I had to lie to her, and all my other friends at school, that I was going to another country to study. On my birthday, Hagrid came to our house and told me about my parents, You-Know-Who, Diagon Alley, Gringotts and many other things." Harry sighed after speaking for about 2-3 minutes with pauses in between.

"Wow, I didn't know that..." I replied. "What about Dudley?"

"Explaining to him was easier. Actually, he was excited about all of this. He kept telling me how easier my life was going to get." Harry chuckled. There was silence between the two of us for a while and then I spoke again.

"Harry, I don't know if I should be asking this, don't answer if you don't want to. What about your Uncle? You never mention him whenever you talk about your muggle life."

"My Uncle? Well… He died when I was young. He met with an accident only a few months after I came to live at Privet Drive."

"Oh! I'm so sorry Harry" I said.

So, there you go. Everything is going as per plan. When should I tell him about Flamel? And are you going to do something about Daisy?

With Lots of Love

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