Harry was smirking as he left the abandoned classroom in a hurry with Clara. He saw that Ron had already left for the field, which meant that the game was probably beginning really soon. Harry waved goodbye over his shoulder as he started running towards the stadium in efforts to not be late. His head was spinning from what just happened moments ago. He and Clara kissed again, which was the thing that made Harry smile ear to ear, and he just discovered that Sirius was not only a godfather, but an actual dad as well. The new realization also raised a lot of questions, like how did Clara's mom Genevieve end up with Sirius and why did Sirius never say that he had a daughter, if he even knew.

He would have to ask Clara these puzzling questions after the Quidditch game however, because Harry had to focus and couldn't let these other things cloud his mind. As he approached the locker room, he took a deep breath and set his mind to only think about the game ahead and nothing else.

"Blimey, Harry, we thought you weren't going to make it!" shouted Katie relieved as he walked in.

"Well, I did," Harry answered with a smile, "How much time do I have?"

"Three minutes"

"Bloody Hell!" he said exasperated. Harry frantically started to change and get ready for the game with the little time he had.

He had just finished everything with a minute to spare, which was record time when Harry whispered to Ron, "I've got to tell you something later. You'll never believe it."

Harry was going to tell him about who Clara's father was, but Ron thought differently. His face grew bright red as he clenched his jaw and said nothing in response. Harry opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, but before he could say anything the team started to rise from the bench and head out onto the field. He trailed slowly behind as he watched Ron speed ahead of him and his stomach plummeted, What is Ron's problem, Harry asked himself.

The referee motioned for him to shake hands with the Hufflepuff team captain and as he walked up and shook their captain's hand, he noticed Choo Chang staring at him. He gave a meek smile and blushed slightly as he backed up to the spot where he would take off. The piercing whistle blew and in a flash dozens of brooms shot up in the air at once.

Harry started circling the field in search of the snitch immediately and Choo Chang, like last time, attempted to follow him around the stadium. His eyes never stopped searching as he faintly listened to Lee Jordan's commentary—"That Weasley is sure showing some aggression out there, awesome save by Gryffindor goal keeper!" Harry smiled as heard this and continued listening, "Now McClain has the ball, and it is stolen by Bell, who drops it right in front of Rogers! Rogers swerves past a bulgur, elbows Declan in the face and he is gOING TO—YES! Weasley has saved Gryffindor again. But what is he doing now…?" Lee Jordan asks confusedly.

Harry looked down quickly to see what the confusion was about, and he watched as Ron flew in circles with the ball. He went round and round until he finally released the Quaffle with all of his strength. The ball traveled upward fast and was coming right towards Harry! With a slight swerve, Harry managed to avoid the ball, but not avoid his puzzlement. Harry was trying to figure out in his mind what Ron was trying to do, but couldn't. Was Ron aiming for him? Maybe he was just trying to keep the ball away from the other team. Harry didn't know, but he told himself it was an accident and went back to searching for the snitch.

"I don't know what Weasley was trying to do there, but Huffelpuff has quickly recovered the Quaffle and are heading towards— never mind, now Katie has stolen the ball and she passes to Angelina, who shoots and YES! Ten points for Gryffindor!"

Harry is still circling when he sees Choo gliding towards him. At first he thinks that she sees the snitch, but instead she stops her broomstick and sits right next to him. He looks up at her perplexed as she asks him, "How have you been, Harry?"

"Err……..just wonderful." Harry really didn't know what to say or what Choo wanted him to say. He found it odd that she felt compelled to ask him this in the middle of a game, but she really didn't seem to notice.

"That's good," Choo replied awkwardly as she looked down. For a few moments, she kept opening and closing her mouth, trying to decide whether or not to say something. Soon enough, she worked up the courage to say to him, "I visited you while you were in the hospital wing."

Harry was completely surprised at this and he blurted, "Really?" without even knowing it.

"Yeah, I've been thinking about you lately, and I suddenly realized that I really want to be a friend to you, Harry." Choo looked into his eyes; then she broke away from his gaze and laughed nervously. The way she looked at him made her seem like she was regretful. Choo probably regretted the way things happened and ended between them the year before. They never really talked after they "broke up". Then again, Harry wasn't even sure if they ever really officially started going out in the first place. He thought she was a really nice and beautiful person and so how could Harry not want to be friends with her? It was just surprising to him that someone like her would want to bother staying friends with him, someone that was and still is utterly clueless.

"I would like it if we—"

BAM

Harry felt a ball smack right into the side of his face. Blood was dripping out of his mouth now as looked at Choo who was staring at him aghast.

"Oh my goodness! I don't know why Potter was sitting there chatting with Chang, but he was just pelted with the Quaffle by his own goal keeper."

Harry could hear the Slytherines laughing and cheering in the stands. He tried to call a time out, but felt something in his mouth. He had to spit out about three teeth that got knocked out of him before he could shout the words.

The Gryffindor team slowly drifted to the ground. As Harry dismounted his broom he started to swagger towards Ron, "What's wrong?"

"Don't even start with me, Harry! Just do your god damn job and catch the snitch so I don't have to be on the field with you any longer than I have to." Ron wouldn't even look at Harry; he was bursting with anger and the sheer redness of his face was proof.

As the other team members dismounted, they all looked around like they were lost. Most of them could never picture Ron and Harry, the best of friends, at each others throats. The Gryffindors just stood around the two of them with shock at what was happening, while watching the argument turn nastier.

"Then stop pelting the Quaffle at my head. If you're pissed off just tell me like a normal person would, instead of trying to use a ball to send the message." Harry's anger was rising fast as him and Ron faced off in the middle of the field.

"Do you even know why I'm mad?" scoffed Ron as he started to violently poke Harry's chest.

"No, Ron, I don't. Because you seem to think that this bloody scar on my forehead gives me the power to read your mind. Well, hate to break it to ya, pal, but it doesn't!" Harry was now giving Ron the most hateful glare he had ever mustered in his life. He could not believe how his friend was acting.

"I saw you, Harry." Ron hissed in disgust.

"What?" Harry asked a little surprised.

"Today in that classroom, I saw what you did." Ron replied as a look of disappointment showed on his face.

Harry's anger quickly fell away as shame crept up his spine, and guilt settled in the pit of his stomach. Harry knew in that instant that Ron had seen him with Clara. He also remembered the flowers and as he looked at Ron, he realized that they were from Ron. He had betrayed his very best friend.

"Ron, I—" Harry started apologetically

"DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO APOLOGIZE?" Ron screamed with fury as he punched Harry squarely in the nose. He tried to tackle and punch and kick some more but in no time, the rest of the team was holding him back as Harry held his bloodied nose and mouth in his hand.

Within seconds, Professor McGonagall was there to pry Harry and Ron off of each other and off the field. She guided them into the lockers rooms and they walked past the changing area and outside the stadium. She dragged them across the grass, past the lake, and all the way back inside the Hogwarts castle. She silently led them up the staircase and into her dreaded office. As she sat down by the fireplace, Harry and Ron just stood there, not wanting to have to sit next to each other in the two chairs in front of her desk.

"Sit down," she commanded aggregately. They both looked coldly at each other as they sat down and waited for the punishments and yelling to start. "That was quite a display out there," she spat while her nostrils flared.

Neither of them said a word as they waited in silence. McGonagall sighed, "I suppose this is about Sirius and I don't blame you two for—"

"It is NOT about Sirius. I haven't told him anything professor." Harry cut in. Ron snapped his head to look over at Harry and gave him a furious wide-eyed look. He seemed to be shocked and hurt that Harry hadn't told him anything, in addition to being furious as well.

The professor seemed a little surprised as she cleared her throat uncomfortably and sputtered, "Never mind then."

"Now you are keeping secrets from me too?" Ron shouted with rage.

"It's none of your business anyways. Why would I tell you a single detail, when just ten minutes ago you were trying to rearrange my face?" Harry spat back. While he did feel horrible for betraying Ron like he did, he did not feel bad for keeping secrets from him. All of his entire life has been an open book; he's allowed to keep a few things to himself. Everyone else can have their privacy, why couldn't he?

"Boys, that is enough!" McGonagall interjected angrily, "Now I don't know what has caused you two to despise each other like this, but no matter how mad you are, that is no reason to fight, in the middle of a Quidditch game nonetheless."

"But professor—"

"Because of you both, Gryffindor was forced to forfeit the game" she said, almost like it pained her to do so.

"WHAT?"

"THAT IS NOT FAIR!"

She put her hand up to silence them both, which worked instantly. "That's what happens when you decide to have a fist fight on the field," she glared at both of them, "Now for your punishments, Weasley you will receive two detentions and Potter, you will serve one."

"Why does he only get one?" Ron asked heatedly.

"Because, Potter didn't try to retaliate in any way. He didn't try to fight back, or even defend himself, for that matter. He is only getting a detention because he was arguing with you before you attacked him." It was true that Harry didn't try to block Ron's punch, even though he had known it was coming. It was kind of like he just let himself get beaten.

"You will both serve your detentions on Wednesday with me. The next day, you Ron, will serve one more detention alone with another teacher." She paused for a second to look sternly at the both of them, "This is the second fight that you've both been in this year. I'm sure Dumbledore will want to speak to each of you very soon." She nodded and motioned to the door.

Both Ron and Harry stiffly rose from their seats and walked out of her office. Harry didn't want to go back to the common room where everyone was sure to be there waiting to see what happened, so he turned and headed towards the library instead. Ron kept on walking with his jaw clenched without even looking back.

It's funny how quickly things can change. One minute your friends, the next your enemies. One day your godfathers dead, the next he's alive. One week your feeling good, and the next week everything falls apart.