Chapter 7

Harry Potter things are JK Rowling's and whitelighters are Charmed's.

A/n
*I decided that i made Fred and George kind of mean last chapter and i felt bad, so i made them nicer this chapter. ENJOY!*


Harry was quiet all through dinner. He felt he needed to think for a long time, and he did most of his homework in the Common Room alone. He waited until nobody else was in there, which was around 11:00. He glanced around the room, making sure there was no one else watching. Then, he threw on his invisibility cloak and crept to the door. He wandered the halls in the dark. So far no encounters with anyone... good, Harry thought to himself.



Harry jumped up about a meter in the air. Someone knew he was there, but who? Harry turned around and saw Wendy, with a mischievous smile forming on her face.

How can you see me? Harry exclaimed, trying to be quiet.

Wouldn't you like to know? Harry gave her a dirty look. Ok, ok. It's another whitelighter thing. I can see invisible things. (*A/n I just made that up...*)

Cool. So, is there anyone else here?

Nope. Unless you want gruesome details... Harry gave her another dirty look. I'm kidding!

Harry was just laughing at Wendy cracking some corny jokes when they heard something up ahead of them. Wendy crawled down and under the cloak so they could get a better look.

Please hurry! I don't want anyone to see us, It was Snape!

Harry couldn't see who he was talking to. He tried to get Wendy's attention, but she was shuddering, and had her eyes closed shut. Harry turned back to look at Snape. He had an angry expression on his face, and his eyes were growing greedy. All of a sudden, a large bag appeared in front of him.

It's about time, Snape mumbled through his teeth. That will be all. Go! Out! Harry could hear something heavy stalking away. Snape was still there. He held the bag out in front of him, his whole greedy face growing greedier, if possible. He dumped the bag's contents out into his hand. There was a small brown piece of paper and Snape's eyes were wandering about it. He quickly folded it and shoved it into his pocket. He ran towards the dungeons in a big hurry.

Harry glanced over at Wendy, who's eyes were still shut. Harry whispered. Wendy they're gone. Wendy slowly opened her eyes, but continued to tremble. Who was he talking to?

You mean WHAT was he talking to, She replied. Come on we have to go.

Harry and Wendy walked along they're way to Dumbledore's office. When they reached the gargoyle, Harry told it Shuckles' and walked up the stairs as it hopped to the side.

He knocked on the door. Come in, Mr. Potter.

Harry opened the door, and pulled off the cloak. Hello Professor. Uh, how did you know it was me?

Well, I was expecting you. One can never be sure of these things, though. He winked at Harry.

So, what did we need to talk about? Harry asked.

Well, I assumed that you didn't know all of the information for your mission?

Harry looked over at Wendy. I was going to tell him eventually..... Wendy looked embarrassed.

What don't I know yet?

Wendy the Elders specifically asked you to tell him the rest of it! Dumbledore began to get angry.

I was just protecting him from what might happen! Wendy shouted back.

He has a right to know, Dumbledore said simply.

I have the right to know what? Harry was growing impatient. Dumbledore and Wendy looked at each other.

It's about the Sword, Dumbledore told Harry. We have reason to believe there another person after it.

Harry's eyes grew wide.

No. And that's just it– we don't know who it is, but we know that the person is in Hogwarts, Dumbledore said, worried.

You mean, a student? Harry asked.

Or a teacher, Wendy said.

Harry sat and looked at the floor. He was confused. Who else would want that Sword, let alone know about it? he thought. Then the thought finally crossed him: Snape. It was the only logical explanation. This time it wasn't the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and no other teacher was that weird, with the exception of Professor Trelawny. But she was loopy, not evil. Harry looked at Wendy, and he could tell that she was thinking the same thing. He glanced back over at Dumbledore who was also pondering this subject.

Well, with that, I think you must be off to bed now. If I ever get more information, then we will inform you immediately.

Thank-you, Professor, Harry replied. He threw the invisibility cloak around him and Wendy, and they proceeded out the door and down the stairs. Harry began to think about how he could prove that Snap was the one who wanted the Sword. The two reached the Fat Lady, and Harry said the password: Lobalug. Harry mouthed bye to Wendy and he went into his bed, and slept until morning.

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Harry! Harry, wake up! You're going to be late! Ron shouted.

Harry's eyes shot open. I have a Quidditch game today! Shit! Harry stumbled out of bed, and threw his robes on and ran downstairs for a quick breakfast. Most of the team was making their way out to the field. Harry shouted as he shoved a piece of toast into his mouth. Everyone turned around, a look of relief wiping across their faces.

Where have you been? Alicia exclaimed.

Sorry, sorry, I was sleeping, Harry apologized.

Come on, give him a break. This is his first game of the season, and as captain, said Fred, before he and George threw up their hands in salute to him.

Well, come then, let's go! Ginny shouted. The team all made their way to the locker room, where each member grabbed their brooms, Harry, Ginny, Fred, and George all sporting new styles of brooms. They all stepped out onto the field, for there was no time for a speech. Harry knew that his team knew what they were doing. Today they were playing Ravenclaw, and they had gone over chaser plays to get passed them. Fred and George practiced beating each other's heads off, and Ginny blocked Alicia's, Katie's, and Angelina's shots.

And here is GRYFFINDOR! Lee Jordan had suddenly shouted. ...and Ravenclaw.
Roars went up from the audience, and Harry sighed to himself. FInally, a Quidditch game! He hadn't played in one since his third year. Madame Hooch will be the referee for this game.

Madame Hooch blew her whistle, and no sooner all of the players were up flying around in the air. Harry gazed all around for a trace of a golden glint to catch his eye. He started to watch the Chasers–they were doing their plays perfectly–and then– GRYFFINDOR SCORES! Good one, Katie, Lee went on with the commentary, Professor McGonagall closely yelling behind him.

Harry kept watching around the air for any sign of the Snitch, when he spotted something strange in the audience: Ron wasn't there. Where was he if he wasn't at the game? It was Ron who woke Harry up this morning, but he was no where to be seen. Just then, Harry saw a little golden streak fly by his head, and off he went.

There goes Gryffindor's Harry Potter after the Snitch, closely followed by Cho Chang of Ravenclaw. And she is FINE!

Mr. Jordan!

Sorry, Professor... Go Harry!

Harry raced for the Snitch, and he didn't worry about Cho– her broom was much slower than the Shry 2007. Suddenly, the Snitch jerked to the right, and Harry quickly and smoothly managed the turn. He was edging closer and closer, and he extended his arm the grab the Snitch in his fingers. He had only inches to go when– WHAM! Harry was kicked almost off his broom by a bludger! He gripped the broom tightly, and pulled himself up.

Sorry, about that Harry. I couldn't stop that one, George said.

It's ok, George, I can get the Snitch again later, Harry replied. He wasn't really mad, he was just really happy to be back out on the field in a game. He wasn't concerned about Cho getting the Snitch either. Harry was over his little crush on her, and he wanted to leave her broom in his broom's dust, so to speak.

Harry flew up a little higher. He glanced over at the scoreboard. It read: GRYFFINDOR 50: RAVENCLAW 10. He couldn't help but notice that the W' in Ravenclaw seemed rather... what was the word? Golden. The Snitch! But, Cho had already seen and was halfway there. Harry sped towards the scoreboard, and he was making a fast gain on Cho. He quickly passed her and reached out to grab the Snitch.

HE HAS IT! HE HAS THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS 200-10. In you face, RAVENCLAW!

Mr. Jordan! Please keep these things to yourself! Lee rolled his eyes at McGonagall, who then whistled very loudly. Nicely done, Harry! she shouted.

Meanwhile, Harry was being surrounded by other Gryffindors of all ages, Ron NOT among them. When he finally found Hermione and Wendy, he exploded with questions.

Where's Ron? Why isn't he here? He was with me in the Great Hall, right? Or did I go to fast for him?

Calm down Harry, Wendy said. He never showed up. Harry's face turned to fear.

Then something bad had to of happened....

Harry, why would you assume something like that? Maybe he just wasn't feeling well, or something? Hermione tried.

No, no. Come on. We have to find Ron. Harry ran up to the castle, with Wendy and Hermione closely behind him. Harry heard something coming from the Great Hall.

Ron! What are you doing? Harry shouted. Ron was watching someone, but who was it? Harry ran up to Ron and saw. Madylin? What are you doing? She had Ron tied up in a chair, and she had her wand pointed at him.

Hold up, Little Miss America, Wendy ran in, huffing and puffing. Madylin lifted her wand and pointed it at Wendy and Harry.

She looked deep in to Harry's eyes, and he was entranced. She said in a deep hypnotizing voice, I want some information...

Doo Doo DOO!
So, that was a cliffhanger wasn't it? Ok, I'll try to hurry up with the next chapter. I hope you liked this one! Please review!
~Whitelighter Enchantress