I WILL BE UPDATING THIS CHAPTER TOMORROW! I forgot that I had an upload today, it will be much longer than this, I promise.

Laura

While I'll admit I'm not the biggest Lockheart fan, my feelings towards him are nothing when compared to Harry's. The other day I saw him dodge into the girl's loo just to avoid the man. Then again, if I had Colin Creevey following me around with his camera all the time, perhaps I'd be fearing another impromptu photo shoot with the man too. That's why I'm not surprised to see he's not waiting in the common room with Ron when I come down Saturday morning. It would make him too easy a target for Colin. However, I am a bit more surprised to see him missing breakfast.

As Ron and I take seats next to the, ever early, Noel and Hermione, I voice my concerns, "Has anyone seen Harry."

"God, it's like the first night of school all over again," Noel jokes, setting down her potions textbook.

Ron chimes in, "He was gone before I woke up."

Noel rolls her eyes, "The only one who wakes up later than you is Laura."

"I do not!" I exclaim, "It just takes me longer to get ready.

"I don't know," Ron replies, ribbing Noel, "I think I must have been waiting at least ten minutes for you to come down this morning."

"Quidditch," Hermione cuts in before the conversation can escalate any further, "I heard the twins complaining about some sunrise practice that Wood had planned. It should probably be over soon, we could go meet him at the pitch and bring some toast."

"Now?" Ron wined.

"Yes, it still looks a bit misty out, I'm not quite in the mood for damp and cold." Noel reasoned.

"And I want sausages not toast," Ron added.

I rolled my eyes at the two before simply standing up and pulling them away from the table. I made sure that Hermione was following with a large stack of toast and a container of marmalade. As we burst out into the dewey morning, I could tell that the sun was already burning away the mist and that today was actually going to be quite nice. Perhaps one of the last warm, sunny days we would get till spring, this is Scotland, afterall. As we approached the field, I was surprised to find it completely empty.

"Well, looks like we missed 'em, minus well go back inside," Noel proclaimed, already beginning to turn around.

Hermione scoffed, as I grabbed Noel by the wrist and tugged her into the stands, "Impossible, we would have passed them on the way down. They're probably just in the locker room, changing out of their things."

I nodded in agreement. Surely enough, not minutes later, the Gryffindor Quidditch team emerged from their locker room. However, they were all still cloaked in their red and gold team uniforms.

"Aren't you finished yet," Ron called down, as bemused as I.

"Haven't even started yet." Harry called back, grimly.

Just then, a loud series of fast clicks erupted from behind me along with a high-pitched voice, "This way Harry! Look! Over here!"

Colin Creevey.

Someone needed to tell that kid that stalking is a crime. I was about to do just that, when my attention was diverted by Hermione shaking my body and pointing towards a mass of slytherins emerging onto the field. The group appeared to contain the entire quidditch team and someone who I recognised, only by their badge, as being Head Boy. Pity it was a Slytherin this year.

"You have got to be kidding me," Noel groaned

Ron matched her complaining tone, "I know, the Slytherins always ruin everything."

"No," Noel stopped Ron, "Javier," she said, pointing.

I squinted closer at the pointed-to figure, the one I had recognised as Head Boy. Oh. My. Merlin. Noel's perfect Slytherin brother was Head Boy.