I haven't written anything for a long time. One reason is that fanfiction.net was down for a while and another is that I became very busy lately. Anyway, this is chapter 12. I hope you enjoy reading this as I enjoyed writing it. I don't own anything.
Chapter 12
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The event that happened on Halloween left the castle in great uneasiness. Many of the younger students were traveling in groups and were very jumpy every time there was a little crash here and there. The staff seemed anxious too. Every time something out of the ordinary happens, they gave detentions or took off points from their houses. However, the worst part of this aftermath was Peeves the Poltergeist. He wrecks havoc everywhere and surprises the younger students with his very own version of that night. Hermione became very busy now. The reason was that the prefects were patrolling the castle with the teachers. She spent less and less time with the two, who practiced extra hard for there upcoming game with the Slytherins. About a week after Halloween, Harry and Ron decided to visit Professor Sullivan, in hoping that she might give them clues as to what happened at the feast. Ron knocked on the door to the professor's office.
"Come in," answered Professor Sullivan. They both went inside. "Hullo, let's see. Are you two here to ask me about the Halloween feast?"
"How did you know?" Ron asked, looking stunned.
"Well, I have heard a lot about you three. You, Harry, and Hermione fancy yourselves as investigators, right? Always finding what's going on around here? Well, that's not bad. I know that's what I would do if I was your age," chuckled Professor Sullivan.
"Oh, so did you-"
"Find out who it was?" asked Professor Sullivan, staring out the window. "Nope, whoever they were, they found some way to escape."
"But they were Death Eaters, right?" asked Harry, approaching her. "I mean that was the reason why they were here, right? Because of me?"
She looked at him and said, "Well, we can't rule that out. I'm pretty sure that's why they were here. But I don't reckon they were just here to get you. There are too many people around to risk that. I'm sure they were here for something else."
"So what do you reckon they were here for?" asked Ron.
"It could be anything, Ron. But I don't know. All I know is that it has something to do with you, Harry," she answered, pointing at him. They were all silent for a moment. Thoughts were flowing inside Harry's head. He then thought of the Pensieve that Professor Dumbledore had last year. I should definitely get one of those, Harry thought. The silence was only broken by the sounds of the kappa inside the tank. It needed feeding.
"So, quidditch tomorrow, eh? Against the Slytherin?" asked Professor Sullivan as she approached the tank to feed the kappa. "Hmm…I reckon I might watch that. I haven't watch quidditch in a while. I even missed the World Cup last year."
"Really?" said Harry finally. "Why?"
"Yeah, well, I was very busy trying to capture this dark wizard. But some of my auror friends came down here to watch it. They said it was really good. The Irish won, didn't they?"
"Yeah, it was amazing. We were at the Top Box and we saw everything," exclaimed Ron.
"Yes, well, I'm sure it was," said Professor Sullivan.
"Professor, why would the Death Eaters come here on a special day like Halloween? I mean they would and did attract a lot of attention, right? Unless they weren't really out to get me, but wanted something else, right?" said Harry.
"Hmm…" Professor Sullivan thought for a while, and then surveyed the two as though she was trying to think of what to tell them. "Well, I reckon you're right. I'm still very stumped on what they were doing. It's all too strange. Like I told you, they wanted something that was worth risking anything. Whatever it is, we'll keep our eyes out, eh?"
She then sighed and said, "You two should go to bed. You both have a big day tomorrow. I'm sure you want to be well rested. Good luck on your match."
With those words, they left her office and went up to their common room. They were both discussing reasons why the Death Eaters were there and what they could be doing next. When they arrived at the common room, which was nearly empty, they didn't see Hermione. Harry reckoned she was still on patrol. They went up to their dormitory and went to bed.
"…Blood of Life…forever yours in eternity…bond of eternal connection…"
A female voice echoed throughout Harry's brain, chanting these words as if reciting an enchantment. Harry saw himself inside a smoky room. There was cauldron on the center of the room, where the smoke was coming from. Three people were standing next to it. All of who had their backs turned to him. The tall woman whose voice Harry heard was at them middle. She had a long brown hair. One of her hand, which was holding a knife, was shaking. She raised that hand and, Harry knew what was coming next. He had seen it before. He was running toward her to stop her from doing it.
"Noooo!" he yelled.
"Harry! Wake up!"
A pair of hands was shaking him awake. Harry woke up and saw Ron standing next to his bed, already dressed. He was looking anxious.
"What happened? What's going on?" asked Harry, as he sat up to put his glasses on.
"Are you alright? You kept saying, 'no, don't do it.' So I had to wake you up," said Ron, sitting on Harry's bed. "You should hurry up and get dress. We got a game in a couple of hours."
When he stood up, he rubbed his head and tried to remember his dream, but nothing seems to coming to his head. He got dressed and went to the Great Hall with Ron. They found Hermione there looking very sleepy. She looked up at them and smiled, "Good morning."
"What happened to you last night?" asked Ron, who was helping himself to some bacons and toast.
"Oh, I got in late last night. I had to patrol with Parvati down at the Charms corridor. I'm still very sleepy-" she answered as she tried to stifle a yawn.
"Oh, so you are coming to the game right?" said Harry, buttering a toast.
"Yeah, I mean you have to watch me play. I'm starting, you know, Angelina said," said Ron beaming.
"Of course, wouldn't miss it for the world. I just need to sleep after that."
An hour later, Ron and Harry went down to the grounds onto the quidditch field to the locker rooms. They found that the rest of the team was already there.
"Good, everyone's here. Okay, now I'm suppose to say a speech, right?" asked Angelina, looking around them all.
"Really, Angelina, you are very good at this," smirked George.
"She's trying her best, George. Give her a break," said Fred. George rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, that's because you like her," he whispered to Ron and Harry.
"Anyway, this is a big game. It's our first game of the year. We've worked very hard to get this cup back to Gryffindor. So we're going to keep it here if that's the last thing we have to do! Now let's win this game because Slytherin stinks!" exclaimed Angelina.
The room became silent. They were all looking at her surprisingly.
"Wow, Angelina, we never thought you are so passionate about this," remarked Alicia Spinnet.
Angelina turned red, "Oh, well, I was just taken by the moment. So shall we all go out?"
She beckoned them out of the lockers and onto the field, where many people were already out to watch. The crowds cheered as they saw the Gryffindors team come out to the field. However, the other side of the field, where the Slytherins were, booed and jeered. Madam Hooch summoned the two new captains.
"Now, shake hands, you two," she said. "Be nice, Montague," she added, glaring at the Slytherin captain.
Montague smiled evilly at Angelina and shook her hand.
"Mount your brooms. At my whistle…and go!"
Harry flew up and looked at Ron. He looked both excited and nervous. He looked around for the snitch, and at the same time listening to Lee Jordan commentates.
"…And they're off! With Alicia Spinnet with the quaffle passing it to Angelina, the very beautiful new Gryffindor captain. I'm sure Fred Wealsey, the Gryffindor beater, would agree with me…Anyhoo, Angelina passes to Katie Bell, but-oh-intercepted by the Slytherin chaser, Bothrow…From Bothrow to Warrington…Warrington up to the hoops-oh-dodges a bludger-too bad-and he's squaring with the new Gryffindor keeper, Ron Weasley. Now Ron is the younger brother of the Weasley twin, who are also in this team. Ron is the fifth brother-"
"Lee, as much as we all would like to know a lot of more about the Weasleys, would you please go back to the game?" said Professor Mcgonagall.
"Right you are, Professor, anyway, Montague shots the quaffle…Yes! Ron Weasley saved it! Spectacular save by Ron Weasley of the Gryffindor…Katie Bell with the quaffle…"
Harry was zooming around trying to look for the snitch. Malfoy was at his tail and has been throughout the game.
"Did you see that save by your friend, Weasley, back there, Potter? He's trying very hard to be famous, isn't he? I bet he's ready to grow his own scar on the forehead, eh?" sneered Malfoy, as he rode his broomstick next to Harry.
Harry was trying to ignore him. He wasn't worth anything, Harry thought. Then he saw it. The snitch was shining through the grass twenty feet away from the Slytherin goalposts. Harry pretended to turn around to the other side of the field so that Malfoy didn't notice he saw the snitch. He headed hurriedly to the golden snitch. Malfoy saw what he was doing and followed suit. They were tied. Harry pushed harder. Come on, come on, he thought. He threw his hands of his broomstick and caught it. The golden snitch was tightly in his grip. He mounted off his broom. The crowd was cheering loudly and going down from the stands to the grounds.
"We won! We won!" chanted Fred.
"Only two more teams and we'll have the cup!" shouted George. "Party at the Gryffindor common room! Come on!"
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