Summary and Disclaimer: see Chapter 1

Chapter 9:

As Corinne made up with Lucius and the other six teenagers drifted away, one person watched everything. He sat in a dark corner. No invisibility cloak hid him, just pure sneakiness and skill. He was the person you always hated in movies. The one who made you want to jump through the screen and choke to death.

There was nothing special about him. There was something ironic that this story's villain was not a Slytherin.

He hated those Marauders. He hated everyone. James Potter with his glasses, and his Snitches, and his hair. Sirius Black...just being him. Remus Lupin with his books and his reading...like anyone cared.

And the girls, they were the worst. They just floated around like the owned everything. Nothing wavered them. And they laughed through it all.

They were going down.

The girls looked over at the odd, creepy, scary, new character dude.

"Hey, buddy, we can hear you!" Alyssa shouted.

The eerie boy snapped out of his monologue. "What?"

"We get it, you hate us, and you like to lurk in the shadows. But honestly, when you say those things, DON'T SAY IT OUT LOAD!" Lindsay said exasperated.

This kid has been following them around Hogwarts for 6 years, mumbling about how much he hated them all under his breath, but still load enough for them all to hear him.

"He's like Kreacher, my mad house-elf. Insults people and thinks they don't hear him. Nutter," Sirius said.

The boy shot them a look of pure hatred and slumped away slowly.

"Do we have to worry about him?" Corinne asked.

"Yea, probably, he's a plot point now," Pam said.

"He'll probably follow us around, going off on his crazy rants for a couple of chapters, then he'll finally snap and get his revenge," Alyssa stated matter-of-factly.

"How do KNOW all this?" James asked.

Alyssa sighed, "James, this is like Horror Movies 101. Stalker dude follows popular kids, one day he finally goes nuts and kills everyone."

"Oh god," Corinne said faintly.

Lindsay nodded. "Yeah, but don't worry. He won't go crazy until a pivotal, climatic point in the plot, like at the Yule Ball or End of Term Feast or something."

"Oh. Ok then," Corinne nodded, and they all walked away, completely forgetting that their inevitable doom was drawing near. No one really paid any attention to that weird Cornelius Fudge kid anyway.

Hogwarts was gorgeous in the fall. Perfect for Quidditch. As it turned out, (because who's writing this story, anyway?), the Quiddtich team was made up of our characters.

James Potter was the captain and he played Seeker (A/N: we know he didn't really play Seeker, according to JKR's site, but please, just pretend, ok?) He was the best player Hogwarts had seen in a long time.

The two Beater positions were played by Sirius and Remus. Sirius could probably handle the position himself, but Remus was helpful in the area of keeping Sirius from causing anyone, including himself, head damage.

Pam loved the position of Keeper. Everyone was afraid of going down to her end of the field, so the opposite team hardly ever scored any goals. She had been known to whip out her swords.

Lindsay, Alyssa, and Corinne were chasers and they were damn good. Guys had been known to underestimate them, but they were fast and insane. Good (or scary, depending on which team you're on) combinations in Chasers.

They had won the Cup for the past two years, even since James took over as Captain, and they didn't plan on losing this year. Right now, however, James was screaming into the girl's locker room.

"Ladies!" He was shouting, as Sirius and Remus were practicing out on the pitch, "Can we please start soon?"

"James! I am doing my hair!" Alyssa yelled out.

"Can't it wait?"

"No!" shouted Lindsay, Pam, and Corinne.

"What are the rest of you doing?"

"Having a moment!" said Corinne, "Duh."

He considered his options and then made a quick decision. "I'm coming in!"

"To the girl's locker room?"

"Yes!"

There was silence and then, "Whatever, Potter."

"None of you better be naked."

"Okay…"

"I'm just doing my captainly duties."

"We know."

"You better be getting some clothes on, I am coming in."

"Do you really think we're just running around naked in here?"

Finally, with his right hand over hiseyes (okay, so maybe he was peeking a little…alright, who are we kidding, he was totally peeking!) he stumbled into the locker room. The girls all turned toward him, and Lindsay quickly grabbed her camera and snapped a picture.

"Now I will forever remember the day that James Potter infiltrated the girl's locker room," she smirked sweetly.

"Guys! I mean, girls! We have to play!" James shouted.

"James, this is all part of our game plan," Alyssa stated.

"Oh, wow, Lyssa. How is doing your hair supposed to help us win Quidditch?"

"Distraction. It's my own personal strategy. Works every time."

"What?"

Alyssa sighed. "We look so good that the other team can't concentrate. I'm surprised you haven't noticed this tactic before, we've been using it for years."

"What do you mean?"

Corinne giggled. "Remember the final game last year, when you caught the Snitch from right under Malfoy's nose at the last second? And how you took all the credit for it? You only caught the Snitch because of me."

"And how is that?"

Corinne gave him a look. "Take a guess."

James turned bright red.

"Oh, and remember the final game two years ago?" Alyssa asked.

"I'm not sure I want to know."

"Sirius scored the winning goal and then you caught the Snitch. He only scored that goal because I was chatting with the Ravenclaw keeper. Then Lindsay flipped her hair in the Seeker's direction, and you caught the Snitch. See? Distraction."

"You flirted with the Ravenclaw keeper? That was when we were going out!" James yelled.

Lindsay got fed up. "But see, you're missing the point. The strategy of distraction! It's the whole reason we've won for the past two years. Sodon't rush us out of the locker room again!"

With that, they pushed James out of the locker room and slammed the door.

"So," James said, looking around at his championship-winning team, "now that the girls are done doing, whatever it is that takes them so long to do, I would like to say a few wor-"

"Oh God no, James. Not your freakin' victory speech again," said Pam, squinting her eyes and reaching sneakily for her sword.

"Yeah, and believe me, we've heard it enough. No one should even be exposed to it, I swear," Lindsay agreed.

"Ditto. It's really just…awful…" Corinne grinned apologetically.

"Yeah, it really doesn't make us want-to-go-out-there-and-win so much as get-back-in-here-and-kill-ourselves," Alyssa said.

James looked to the guys for support, but all they did was guiltily avoid his eyes when he asked, "It's not really that bad, is it?"

Defeated, he rumpled his hair, and said, "Fine Just get out there and win."

In the crowd…

In his best Ravenclaw robes, he sat with his house, squinting and trying to make out the players. Pouting slightly, he slumped in his seat, angry he couldn't see anything. He tied up his long red hair and waited for the players to finally take the field.

Finally the Gryffindors ran (and stumbled and wheezed and danced) out onto the field and were greeted with one of the greatest roars from the crowds. Pam tied a Gryffindor flag around her sword and waved it around happily.

James and Sirius bolted in front of the girls, trying to look as cool as they could…and proceeded to fall flat on their faces. They were greeted with a hysterical laughing fit from the crowd, and an even louder one from the audience.

Remus was walking behind everyone else, and watched the antics of his friends. "Why did I let them talk me into this? I don't like Quidditch," he mumbled. A second later, he saw James and Sirius walk straight into each other, head on.

"Oh," he thought, "right."

"Mount your brooms!" they all heard, and lined up.

As James got his team in order, Nott, the Slytherin captain, started talking quite loudly.

"See, boys, this is how my team will never be. More estrogen than testosterone."

James tried to ignore them, but unfortunately, the girls had heard. They all paused, listening hard.

"I mean everyone knows it's a guys' game," Nott continued, "I'm surprised they could even lift the Quaffle. And the keeper is a girl! She's probably too busy fixing her hair to watch the hoops!"

Pam nearly stabbed him right there, but James held her back and whispered, "Take it out on the field."

James stepped forward and shook hands with Nott. Behind him were Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson, the Lestrange brothers, and finally Malfoy. All guys, big and strong, but the girls got a thrill in taking them on.

The whistle blew. Before anyone knew what was happening, Alyssa screamed, and shot off like a bullet for the still rising Slytherin team.

The Slytherins panicked, the small screaming brunette was heading right towards them, so they fled in all directions. This left Alyssa free to grab the Quaffle and head toward the free goal posts.

"Parkinson!" Nott yelled, realizing what was happening. But it happened quickly, and the red ball soared in a graceful arc straight through the hoop, where Lindsay grabbed it and scored another goal, followed by Corinne.

"30, nothing, Gryffindor!" the announcer yelled.

"Estrogen rocks!" James yelled into Nott's face before flying after Malfoy in search of the Snitch.

"Gryffindor wins!" the announcer yelled, only a short time later. The crowds cheered and the girls all did a victory dance, but James was unable to bask in his glory, all because he was arguing with Alyssa.

"You were flirting with him!" he screamed until he was red in the face, "with a Slytherin!"

"Is there a problem?" she flipped her hair and glared at him, daring him to disagree.

"You did it when I wasn't paying attention!" he said, whining like a child.

"That's because you were catching the Snitch! No one was hitting Bludgers at you because of ME!"

"I could have caught it allon my own!"

She just nodded sarcastically.

"You're too pretty to play Quidditch."

"Well, what do you want me to do? Pray to God, 'Oh, Lord, why did you curse me with this face?'"

Then, apparently completely fed up with each other, both stomped off. When James reached his best friend, he said, "Alyssa's definitely falling for me again."

And just a few feet over, "Lindsay, James is definitely in love with me again."

"Was there ever any doubt?"