Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Characters. Warner Bros. and J. K. Rowling Does! ***

"Harry!" shouted Hermione Granger. "Harry, where are you?"
It was the cool morning of October 8th. Hermoine was searching for Harry, the boy who lived. Both of them attended Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"I'm over here!" said 15-year-old Harry Potter. "I'm going to visit Hagrid!"
"Oh, well, I'll come with you!" Hermione ran over to where Harry was walking.
"Hagrid, it's us, Harry and Hermione!" Harry shouted when they reached his hut.
Hello, where's Ron?" Hagrid greeted them.
"He's in the hospital wing. He tripped down the stairs and broke his leg," Harry explained.
"Oh, want a cup 'o tea?" Hagrid asked.
"Okay," said Harry.
"Then come in!" exclaimed Hagrid.
"Thank you," Hermione said as she walked in and sat down on a wooded chair; Harry following.
So, Harry, you have quidditch practice tonight?" questioned Hagrid.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, it starts after dinner and goes until midnight!"
"Yeah, isn't there a match on Saturday?" asked Hagrid.
"Yes," Harry and Hermione said in unison. "Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw," Harry said "Ravenclaw" as if it was a very exciting thing. Hermione just rolled her eyes.
The truth was, Hermione had had a crush on Harry ever since the incident with the Sorcerer's Stone in their first year. He had just been so brave and so courageous that she just loved him for who he was; not the boy- who-lived, but just Harry James Potter. At first, she thought she liked Ron like she liked Harry, but then she realized that she loved Ron as a brother, and nothing else. She knew Ginny, Ron's sister, had a MAJOR crush on Harry. Harry had a crush on Cho Chang, a sixth year Ravenclaw, who was a seeker on their house quidditch team.
"Well, you better get going; lunch is in fifteen minutes. Say hi for me to Ron!" Hagrid said.
"Okay, well, bye!" Hermione shouted as she ran out the door. "Harry, c'mon, we'll be late for lunch," she called behind her.
"Coming!" Harry shouted as he, too, ran out the door.
***
"So, guys, where were you?" asked Harry and Hermione's best friend, Ron Weasely. He was fifteen, like his friends.
"We were having tea with Hagrid," replied Harry. "How's your leg?"
"No bones are broken now, thanks to Madam Prompfry.
"Well, we better hurry up; Transfiguration starts in 10 minutes," warned Hermione.
"Okay, okay; let me finish my potatoes," sighed Ron.
"Remember quidditch practice tonight," Harry reminded Ron. Harry was seeker and the new caption since Oliver Wood graduated in Harry's third year. Ron was the keeper.
"I know, but it goes to midnight. When will I sleep?" Ron complained.
"You certainly found time to sleep all those times you snuck out of the portrait hole," said Hermione.
"Well, that was different!" Ron shouted. His face was turning bright red, though.
"Stop fighting and let's go to Transfiguration!" Harry said. The three of them gathered their bags and left the Great Hall.
***
"It's almost time for quidditch practice," sighed Ron. Ron, Harry, and Hermione were in the Gryffindor common room working on homework.
"Yeah, we better get our supplies ready," Harry suggested.
"I'll stay down here, then," said Hermione/
"Yeah, we all know that you have to do your five extra pieces of homework," exclaimed Ron.
"That's not true! I'm working on my Transfiguration essay. You know, the about turning a squirrel into an eight-ounce cup!" Hermione cried, though she did blush a little.
"C'mon then, Ron," said Harry. The two of them quickly made their way up to their dormitory. Harry grabbed his Firebolt, but Ron couldn't find his Nimbus 2000.
"Hey, where's my broom?" cried Ron. "I left it right here!" he pointed to his trunk.
"I don't know where it is," said Harry. "You can borrow one of the school's"
"Fine," sighed Ron. "C'mon. We're going to be late." The two of them made their way down to the quidditch field.
"Ron, why does your Nimbus look like an old Shooting Star?" asked George Weasley, Ron's seventh year brother. George's twin brother, Fred landed his broom next to George. "Cool, where did you learn how to transfigure a broom?"
"Oh, shut up!" demanded Ron. "I can't find me Nimbus! It's gone!"
"You probably just misplaces it," said Harry. "You'll find it."
"Yeah, it couldn't of just disappeared!" exclaimed Fred. "Hey, maybe you transfigured it in your sleep."
"Okay, let's practice quidditch!" shouted Harry over the voices. "Now!"
So, the team rose into the air; Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Katie Bell, Ginny, and Alicia Spinnet flew beautifully.
"Hi Harry!" Ginny cried.
"Hi, Ginny," Harry replied.
Midnight slowly crept up on them.
"Well, guys," said Harry. "I think that will be enough. We should beat Ravenclaw. Time to head back to Gryffindor tower."
"Okay!" the team shouted in unison.
Ron headed fro the broom shed.
"Ron!" shouted Harry. "Want to help me find the golden snitch?"
"Sure," said Ron. They rose up into the air. Harry spotted a glint of gold.
"Ron, over here!" he shouted. He headed toward it. He stretched out his hand and.
***

An Hour Before

"I know how to capture Harry Potter!" said a cold, evil voice. The speaker's eyes shone a deep, blood red. "Yes!" he exclaimed.
The man thought over his plan. He knew Harry had quidditch practice tonight and Harry's best friend was Ron Weasely. He would steal the Ron's broom and the golden snitch, fly through the air. Harry would grab it and boom! Harry would be his.
"Peter, I am ready," said the evil man.
"Yes, yes, m, m, master," stuttered Peter Pettigrew.
"I have to do this for I am Lord Voldemort! Hahahahahaha!" shouted the man.
***
Harry was about to catch the snitch.
"Harry!" shouted s female voice. "Don't touch the snitch; it's cursed!" It was a panting Hermione.
"What!" shouted Ron. He rushed over to Harry.
"What do you mean?" asked Harry.
"I don't know, it's just, well, Fred and George said that if you touch it, you will turn into a blue jay, but I wouldn't trust them. So, catch it!" Hermione cried.
"Okay!" Harry shouted. He flew back to where the little winged ball was floating. He reached out for it. His hands grabbed the ball as he let a scream escape his mouth. Somebody had grabbed him put of the air and into the Forbidden Forest.
"Harry!" Hermione and Ron exclaimed. They ran into the dark forest but they couldn't even find his glasses.
That was the last anybody saw of Harry James Potter for eight months. A/N: What'd you think? It's my first fic so please; don't give me that many flames! I actually wrote this a while ago, but I finally decided to post it. Well, I'll post the next chapter ASAP, as long as you review! (((((((