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A/N: Whew, sorry for the long time between updates. I just finished my high school finals and school is finally out! I had so much going there the last few weeks, like always though I guess. I'll see if I can't update in a week or two, I'll try really hard just for all of you, my dedicated readers! Enjoy!

CHAPTER 12: QUIDDITCH FEAR

Harry walked into Snape's kitchen, his hair still rumpled and with bleary eyes. Snape and Draco were nowhere to be found so he helped himself to the pile of toast on the table. As he spread jelly on the slightly burnt toast, Snape walked in looking like he had been awake for hours.

"Morning, Mr. Potter," he said curtly, sitting down opposite Harry.

"Good morning, Professor," Harry yawned. "Toast?" he asked, offering him the plate.

"No, thank you," Snape replied, looking distastefully at the plate. Harry shrugged and a few minutes passed until he broke off a piece of toast and threw it to Artemis who artfully caught it in midair. Snape was startled out of his trance and looked mad. Harry quickly bit down the grin that had been about to break out.

Composing himself, Harry asked, "Where's Draco?"

"Mr. Malfoy wakes up at a decent hour, unlike someone else in this room," said Snape silkily. "He is out getting things ready for the trip today. Speaking of the trip, we are leaving in exactly 15 minutes, so I advise you to get moving," he snapped, getting up and brusquely leaving for his room.

What was his problem this morning? Harry was concerned about him; he hadn't acted this sour for quite some time. Harry brushed it off; it was probably just early morning jitters about the coming event.

He quickly finished his toast and downed the rest of it with a glass of orange juice. He then showered and was ready in 10 minutes when Snape came back out of his room. They went down the elevator and descended into the cavernous hall. They quickly traversed the hall and went through the dark hallway with mysterious passages on either side.

Harry tried to look down some of them, but couldn't see more than a few feet. He mustered up the courage to ask, "Sir, where do those passages lead?"

"Some are unused dungeons; others lead you deeper under the castle where I would advise you not to go. No one knows for sure what lurks down there," Snape replied. Harry did not miss the almost imperceptible quickening of his pace. "Hurry up, we'll be late."

Soon they reached the Great Hall, where almost everyone was congregated. Harry immediately left Snape and joined Hermione, Ron and Ginny who were excitedly sporting Cannon's orange. Ron was decked out in an orange jumper with a C emblazoned across the front, an orange hat, and the omnioculars that Harry had gotten him from the Quidditch World Cup.

Ginny was dressed much the same with her hair done up in pigtails with orange scrunchies clashing in her flaming red hair. Hermione was dressed much more conservatively in a neutral color of navy blue. Harry had also dressed in colors other than the Cannon's and Puddlemere United's in support of Oliver Wood, who was the Keeper for Puddlemere United.

Remus, Dumbledore, Tonks, Kingsley, McGonagall and Hagrid were all assembled there as well. Harry went over to Remus and gave him a hug. "How are you doing, Remus?" he asked concernedly. The full moon was approaching and Remus looked to be feeling it.

"I'll live, Harry," Remus smiled at him. "Is it okay if Hagrid takes Artemis for the day, Harry? That way he can see his parents and siblings."

"Sure!" said Harry grinning at Hagrid. He stopped then said, "Wait a minute—parents? Madam Maxine is here then, Hagrid?"
"She is," said Hagrid gruffly. "Brought Ruby wit' her an' all. I'll be movin' out a few days after term starts up at the school. Just thought I'd say goodbye to him, that's all."

"That's great, Hagrid!" said Hermione, coming up behind Harry. "We'll really miss you though," she looked sad but then brightened up. "But we are all really happy for you two, Hagrid. It's about time you've found someone to settle down with."

"Thanks, you lot. You don't know how much yer mean ter me," Hagrid took out an enormous handkerchief and blew his nose into it.

They said goodbye to Hagrid who left the hall with Artemis bounding along in front of him.

"Alright, everyone ready?" asked Dumbledore, looking over his moon-shaped spectacles at them.

"Ready as ever, Albus," said Remus.

"Gather round then and touch the stick," said Dumbledore, holding out a long, dead stick. Once everyone had, Harry felt the familiar pull behind his navel as the portkey took them to the Quidditch stadium in London.

Harry fell abruptly onto Ginny as Ron fell on top of him with an "Hmmph!" as they came to a stop.

There were a few minutes of confusion as people tried to get up off one another. The only one who had been left standing was Dumbledore. How he did it Harry thought he would never know.

They were standing in front of an enormous stadium—though it wasn't quite as big as the one for the Quidditch World Cup back during the summer before Fourth Year—with large signs proclaiming "Cannons for the Cup!" and "Splash through Puddlemere!" in very orange, flashing colors.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley came hurrying over from the apparition point in the adjacent woods. "There you are!" said Mrs. Weasley smiling warmly and giving hugs to each person in turn. As she hugged Harry—very tightly—she said quietly, "Harry, dear, are you sure you are ok? How's your head after what happened yesterday at the Celebration?"

"Fine, Mrs. Weasley. I'm alright and my head's fine, thanks," said Harry, touched by her concern.

"Ok, everyone," said Mr. Weasley, quieting down the excited talk about the pending game. "Here are the rules. We are still at war so just because we are at a Quidditch game doesn't mean we let down our guard. We need to be more alert than ever. Ok, rule number one: Stay with your assigned partner at all times. You will be with one of us and another. You may stay with other groups to be with all your friends but if you leave, even to go to the bathroom, you must be with your assigned partners. Partners are as follows: Ron and Hermione will go with me and Molly, Harry and Draco are with Remus and Professor Snape, and Ginny and Tonks are together. Professor Dumbledore and the others will be with us as well but will be more on the lookout for possible attacks.

"Rule number two: Don't attract attention to yourselves. We have managed to get pretty good seats in a box near the middle of the field so we won't be sitting side to side with thousands of others," Mr. Weasley continued on with his speech, not noticing he was losing his audience with every additional word. Harry continued listening but noticed Ginny and Draco start to get dazed eyes from blocking him out. "—and the last rule is to have fun!"

Ginny and Ron rolled their eyes. "Well then Harry, Draco," said Remus, "let's get to our seats; the game shall be starting in half an hour." Snape was standing behind him, apparently bored and content to let Remus take over.

Harry was already moving, following Ron, Hermione and Ginny, not wanting to lose them and be stuck with Draco for the whole day.

They went into the gates, giving their tickets to a clearly bored witch with graying hair, and took the nearest lift up to the fourth of five tiers. It was much like a muggle elevator, but more like the lift that took them up to Snape's quarters.

They took a left and walked a few hundred feet before finding their luxurious box almost directly in the middle of the stadium. After exploring the condiments, they each raced to get a good seat—not that there were any bad ones. Harry sat with Ginny on his left and Draco on his right with Snape and Remus sitting directly behind them. Ron and Hermione were to the left of Ginny and the rest of the adults all found seats in the back row.

All through this everyone had been talking excitedly except two people; Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape. Draco was currently leaning back in his seat, intensely studying his surroundings and the stadium. The players had yet to come out onto the field so Harry couldn't see what he was looking at that closely. Snape was also contemplating something as his eyebrows were bunched up and he wasn't talking to anyone. Harry noticed his right hand going to his left forearm and rubbing it absentmindedly several times.

He decided it was nothing but nerves and turned to talk to Ginny. "So how many games have you been to, Ginny?"

She lowered her omnioculars and smiled at him, saying, "About five or six. Ron's been to loads more than I have; I always had to stay home with Mum when everyone went to a game."

"So do they have the mascot presentation before every game? Or just the Cup?" he asked her.

"Oh they do that before every game," Ginny said eagerly. "Regular season games aren't quite as elaborate as the Quidditch World Cup presentations, but they can be pretty good. Cannons have had human cannon balls before some of their games; it's quite interesting."

"How do they do that?" asked Harry, really wanting to know.

"Just wait and see," said Ginny with an impish smile. "Puddlemere's got Celestina Warbeck singing for them. They play her songs way too much on WWN (Wizarding Wireless Network) according to my opinion."

Just then there was a roar of thunderous applause and cheers as the announcer came on and introduced the Cannons.

"Welcome, witches and wizards, to the game of the century—THE CHUDLEY CANNONS VS. PUDDLEMERE UNITED. For the Cannons I give you BINDLTON! YANKE! CROOK! KRAEMER! BENUSA! AAROEN! Annnddd JURGENSON!" There was a wave of massive noise as everyone in the stands cheered the players on as they came streaming out onto the field on their brooms. There was a huge boom and several wizards were zooming around as "human cannons."

"See what I mean?" asked Ginny excitedly as she yelled herself hoarse for the Cannons.

After a few minutes, the announcer started up again and introduced Puddlemere United. "Now, witches and wizards, I give you PUDDLEMERE UNITED! CARPENTER! LIEGEL! JORDAN! RUHA! NEWTON! WOOD! Annnndddd GRUBER!

Harry watched eagerly as all the Weasley's and Hogwarts personnel cheered for Oliver as they announced "WOOD!" He flew pretty near to their box during his warm-up lap and Harry swore he saw him give a nod in his direction.

For Puddlemere's mascot, Celestina Warbeck came out to sing their Fight Song. All the males in the stadium, including Harry and Ron, were captivated by her beautiful voice. It was much like the Veela and their stunning looks, but something about Celestina's voice made Harry want her to never stop. Besides her voice, she was a beautiful witch of about 28 years. She had dark, glossy, brown hair and was very pretty.

"Honestly!" came a voice to Harry's left. "Can't you guys EVER keep your eyes in your heads? Or do we have to do it for you?" Then came a hard jab in his ribs and he snapped his eyes wide open and out of their daze.

"Blimey!" said Ron, shaking his head. "I thought I had learned from the last time and Fleur. Sorry 'Mione."

Hermione returned his apology with an "Hmmph!" and folded her arms across her chest. Soon the singing stopped and people were yelling angrily for her not to stop. She gave a little smile and wave and went to sit somewhere in the stands.

"Remember to hit me before she starts singing again," said Harry quietly to Draco when he noticed he had gone relatively unaffected by the charm of her voice. "I don't want to make a fool of myself again—," and he nodded towards Ginny.

Draco grinned mischievously at Harry. "I knew it!" he proclaimed rather loudly.

Harry stepped on his foot, hard, and snuck a glance at Ginny. Relieved to see her attention engaged elsewhere, he turned back to Malfoy and said, "I'm warning you, Malfoy. I helped you now you've got to help me."

Draco scoffed at that, "What, you helped me get rid of Lexy forever. Now you want me to help you KEEP your girlfriend?"

"SHHHH," said Harry.

"What? Scared to let her know what we are talking about? Baby," said Draco casually.

Harry tensed suddenly and said harshly, "What did you just say?"

"Baby," said an unassuming Malfoy. "I said you were a baby."

Harry clenched his fists and tried to block out the though of her, but it didn't work and he surrendered himself to his rage. "I AM NOT A BABY!" he shouted, causing everyone in the box to look over in surprise. Draco had scooted as far away from Harry as he could, a look of surprise and fear on his handsome face.

Snape, acting with a quickness that surprised everyone around, grabbed Harry and took him and Draco to the back of the room while everyone returned to watching the pregame festivities.

Harry was still teething with rage and all he could see through his eyes was the image of Lestrange taunting him, calling him "Baby Potter" and "calling him out to play."

Snape set him down in a chair and ignored him, telling Draco what he had done in very stern and angry tone. Remus came up a second later and tended to Harry with a look of worry and anxiety in his eyes.

"Harry, what's the matter?" he asked, kneeling down beside Harry.

"Nothing," he muttered, feeling foolish now he was over his rage. Why did Draco have to say that now? He felt his face flush at the thought of everyone hearing him.

"Harry," sighed Remus. "Tell me. Please?"

"No."

"Harry that is an order."

"Draco and I were talking," said Harry, annoyed at being made to talk. "and he said I was a baby. I know it's foolish but she came back to me, Lestrange, and taunted me again, calling me 'Baby Potter' and I felt the rage of her killing…" he gulped. "…killing Sirius."

Remus looked very perturbed at this news and said nothing but to comfort Harry. "Are you alright now, Harry?"

"Yes," said Harry, wanting to get away and rejoin his friends to watch the game which was about to begin.

"Alright," then he sighed. "Please come to me, Professor Snape, or Professor Dumbledore if this happens again, Harry, okay? This is very troubling. And promise me you won't do anything rash."

"I will, Remus," said Harry, wondering what kind of rash thing Remus could be thinking of. "And I promise."

"Good boy," said Remus as he patted his head as he got up and left him.

Harry went back to his seat to find Draco already there, brooding. He looked back to see Remus and Snape in deep conversation, both looking very worried. Ginny was giving him a peculiar look, but he motioned he would tell her later, which he probably wouldn't. He didn't want anyone else to know of his phobia of anything to do with Lestrange. He focused his attention on the players on the field.

After a few warm-up laps and organized drills, the teams formed a circle around the referee, a plump, balding man in bright gold robes.

After saying a few words to the players, the referee blew the whistle and threw the bright red Quaffle up into the air where it was snatched up immediately by a United player. "And there off!" yelled the announcer. "It's Liegel with the quaffle, passed to Carpenter, Liegel, Jordan, back to Liegel. WHY I SAY!" The crowd let out a collective gasp as Crook came in and fouled Liegel.

The referee blew his whistle and Liegel flew forward to take the first penalty shot of the day. He feinted to the left and did a spin in the air before shooting at the center hoop. It just missed the hands of Keeper Aaroen and went through the goal. A cheer went up from the United fans in the crowd.

Meanwhile Harry was still seething. He had been replaying the foul by Crook with his omnioculars and had to say it was a good call. He was resolutely ignoring those to either side of him, even though they were giving him worried looks. Draco looked like he wanted to say something, to apologize, but Harry was not going to let him. He knew it wasn't his fault but was still angry at his inconsiderate outburst.

"10 to naught Puddlemere United!" said the announcer spectacularly. "And now it's Bindlton with the quaffle, she passes to Yanke, Crook, back to Bindlton. OUCH! Bindlton just got clobbered by a bludger sent her way by Ruha."

Everyone cheering for the Cannons groaned, including Harry and the Weasley's. High above the game the Seekers were intensely searching for any hint of the golden snitch. It appeared Jurgensen was trying to follow United's Gruber and wait until he had the spotted the snitch. Gruber fixed that by going into a steep dive and pulling the Wronski Feint on Jurgensen who eagerly took the bait and plowed into the ground after Gruber had pulled up at the last minute.

"NOW YOU'VE DONE IT!" shouted Ron angrily, jumping out of his seat in outrage that his team was getting as beat up as they were. The whistle blew as mediwizards attended Jurgensen, who appeared to have a gash on his head. Once he was healed, the two beaters for the Cannons, Kraemer and Benusa, circled Jurgensen with their clubs raised, daring any player to injure their seeker again.

Play resumed a few minutes later. "After that unfortunate dive into the earth, Jurgensen is back in the air and searching for the snitch. The game has been going for approximately 68 minutes now, and the score is 50-30 Puddlemere United.

"Liegel has the quaffle, dodges a bludger sent his way by Newton, passes to Jordan, Carpenter, Jordan, Liegel. Liegel soars towards the goal, AND SCORES!" 60-30 United! Bindlton with the quaffle, Yanke, Crook, intercepted by Jordan, Carpenter—Carpenter scores! 70-30 United. Are the Cannons able to come back? Can they do it? Wait, is that the Snitch?"

Everyone in the crowd gave out a roar as Jurgensen rushed towards the Golden Snitch which was hovering near Puddlemere's goalposts. Then the snitch rushed off in a flash of gold, and it was everything Harry could do to keep is eyes on it. It was an exceptionally fast snitch. Jurgensen was close behind but Gruber was gaining.

Suddenly Jurgensen started falling behind, and he looked like he didn't know why. Gruber soared ahead and in a matter of seconds—grabbed the snitch, closing his hands around the fluttering wings that tried in vain to escape.

"Tyron Gruber has caught the Golden Snitch!" shouted the announcer. "Puddlemere United has won the match 220-30 and has reclaimed the pennant from the grasping hands of the Chudley Cannons!"

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Draco all gave out disappointing sighs. "Well, they had a good season," said Ron sadly.

"And Oliver's still going on!" said Hermione happily. "Hogwarts hasn't had a Quidditch Player in the playoffs for over 20 year now. It's a big accomplishment; let's not take away from his victory."

"Of course not," said Mrs. Weasley. "We should invite him back to Hogwarts tonight for a celebration."

"Yes, that would be terrific!" said Ron excitedly.

Celestina Warbeck took that time to go out onto the field and started singing Puddlemere's song. Harry was immediately taken into a trance, along with the rest of the Weasley's and Hogwarts staff in the box. The only one seemingly unaffected was Snape. He looked alarmed and was hastily looking around and calling for Dumbledore.

Suddenly, through his trance, Harry could see Death Eaters come running into the box and that snapped him back into reality. The others appeared to be having a harder time of pushing off the trance however.

Harry pulled out his wand and constructed as many strong shields as he could around his friends. Draco broke the trance just then and joined Harry. Snape was busy hurling curses at Death Eaters. Harry stopped in shock. Snape must have revealed himself as a member of the Order and a spy. Then it came to him. He had been seen that night on One Tree Hill by numerous Death Eaters and it was in great probability that some word had gotten back to Voldemort.

Harry also assumed Snape thought he would be better served now actually fighting for the Order since the war had actually started. He didn't have to sit behind the lines acting like he was on Voldemort's side.

Harry snapped back to his senses when he realized Draco had gone down to a Stunner beside him. He went back to throwing curses from Stunners to Bone Breaking curses at the Death Eaters. They appeared to be scared of getting too close to either him or Snape and were just sending cursed back at them. This confused Harry.

Just then Dumbledore flew into the box on a broom. Snape, who had by now worked his way over to Harry and Draco and was throwing curses and jinxes at the Death Eaters as he got the people who were still under the trance of Warbeck's voice into a group.

Harry then realized the obvious. Celestina Warbeck was on Voldemort's side and was putting all these people under a trance so he could attack easily. All around the stadium he didn't see one person fighting the Death Eaters stationed at all the entry points.

Dumbledore had just reached him and said, "Harry! We need to get you, Draco and the others out of here! Let us handle this!"

Without a word Harry grabbed Dumbledore's broom and took off towards the ground. He had to get to Warbeck if they had any chance at saving these people and surviving the attack. As he streamed towards the ground, a dark shape streamed towards him from the side. Instinctively he held up his wand but stopped in the middle of a stunner when he realized it was Oliver Wood yelling at him not to curse him.

"Harry! I'm glad I found you! We have to get you away from here, the Death Eaters are here!" he shouted over the wind of Harry streaking towards the ground. "Harry, what are you doing?"

"Warbeck is putting them in a trance!" he shouted over the wind rushing past his ears. He couldn't hear Warbeck's voice anymore, and that was probably why Oliver wasn't in the trance along with everyone else. "We have to stop her to save everyone!"

Harry continued streaking towards the ground but started panicking when he realized he was slowing down. He looked back at Oliver and was stunned to see him holding on to the back of his broom, preventing him from getting to Warbeck.

"ARE YOU INSANE OLIVER?" Harry shouted. "YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO! SHE'S HELPING THE DEATH EATERS!"

"NO!" Oliver yelled back. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S COME OVER YOU, HARRY! HOW COULD MY GIRLFRIEND BE A DEATH EATER?"

So, that was it. He was stopping Harry from hurting her because they were dating. At least Oliver wasn't the Death Eater, which was somewhat consoling. Harry spared a look towards the grandstands and groaned inwardly as he saw the havoc and destruction the Death Eaters were causing.

He refocused his attention to the problem at hand; getting Oliver to see that Warbeck was helping the Death Eaters and they needed to stop her before everyone was killed. Harry tried vainly to get Oliver to let go; talking to him and then resorting to swerving and hitting his hand to force him to let go.

Finally when he realized he wasn't getting anywhere, Harry took out his wand and was about to cast a Bat-Bogey hex when from behind Oliver a wizard in Puddlemere United robes stunned Oliver from behind while catching him before he could fall. He then quickly flew to the ground and deposited his charge.

Harry thanked him silently, recognizing him as Chaser Steven Liegel. He continued his descent towards Celestina Warbeck, who was very close now. He reached her and landed a few feet away, intent on stunning her right away to stop the trance.

"STUPEFY!" he roared, pointing his wand at the pretty and famous witch. To his credit and luck, the stunner hit her and she fell over in mid sentence. Harry hurried to her and took her wand. He then bound her and left her for the Aurors to see to later.

It was like the headphones had been taken off the witches and wizards in the stands as they shook their heads to clear them. Then the screaming started up when they realized what had happened and what was happening to them. Harry would never forget the screams. They rang undying in his ears, threatening to force him into insanity.

Liegel took that time to catch up to Harry. "Wow, you are Harry Potter!" he said in awe. "I wasn't dreaming."

"You better not be," said Harry motioning to the stands and the attack playing out before them.

"No, no," he said shaking his shaggy blonde head. "I'm Steven, what are we going to do?"

"Follow me," said Harry, climbing back onto his broom and starting towards the box where he had sat. "Thanks for getting Oliver off by the way," he shouted over his shoulder.

"No prob," Steven shouted back. "He was love-stricken; I really don't think he's on their side."

They quickly reached the box, where Snape was still dueling it out with the Death Eaters. Harry was surprised at how many followers Voldemort had recruited. He had hundreds of masked Death Eaters here tonight. Dumbledore had apparently gotten everyone off back to Hogwarts except for the adults who had joined in the fighting. Mrs. Weasley had gone back with the others but Snape, Remus, Mr. Weasley, Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and Dumbledore were still there.

"Harry!" Remus looked relieved to see him and hurried over. "Don't do that again! Did you not listen to what Professor Snape, Professor Dumbledore and I said about doing that?"

"Remus, I'm sorry," said Harry quickly. "But if I hadn't gotten Warbeck out of the battle who knows what would have happened. Last I looked you were dead to the world in the trance and you could have been killed. I just saved maybe thousands of people," he said hotly.

"Shut up you two!" said Snape angrily as he came over after securing the box. "Arguing like a bunch of first years during a battle!"

Harry and Remus both looked sheepish and then turned the matter to the battle at hand. "Draco, are you ok?" asked Harry, remembering his getting hit by a curse.

"Of course," said the younger Malfoy smoothly. "Nice work with Warbeck. Who's this?" he said, motioning to the man standing behind Harry in the shadows as if he wasn't supposed to be there.

"Oh, sorry," stammered Harry. "This is Steven Liegel, chaser for Puddlemere. He got Oliver off my tail when I was going after Warbeck. Apparently Oliver and Celestina were dating and Oliver couldn't understand why I was trying to hurt her. Steven, there's no time for proper introductions but Dumbledore, Snape, Remus, Mr. Weasley, Tonks, and Shacklebolt. And this is Draco."

"Did you forget about me Potter? Is that why you put me last?" asked Draco, scowling slightly. Harry could tell he was trying hard not to grin though.

"Oh shut up Malfoy."

"All of you, we need quiet!" roared Dumbledore. Everyone stopped in mid-sentence and stared. Harry gulped. "You have all been acting quite disorganized and childish! We are in a battle I expect some cooperation and seriousness!"

"Yes sir," they all said meekly, looking sorry.

He turned to Remus and said, "We need to get Harry and Draco back to the school instantly. There lingering presence here has probably alerted Voldemort by now."

"Yes sir," said Remus straightening up. He held up a fork from the dinner area and said, "Portus."

Both Harry and Draco protested, but it was a weak protest as they knew they would not be allowed to stay.

"Harry."

"Draco."

Remus and Snape said to their charges at the same time, respectively. They both glared at each other, then Remus held out the fork, before dropping it to the ground.

Both Harry and Draco knelt down to get it. Just as they had both touched it and he felt the well-known jerk from somewhere around his navel, he looked up at Draco.

There, hanging from his neck, was a pendant that looked exactly like the one Ginny had given Harry.

Before he could say anything, they were transported back to Dumbledore's office. Once they landed, or rather, fell into a heap on the floor, Harry picked himself up in a hurry, intent on finding out where Draco had gotten it.

"Draco," he said, oblivious to his surroundings. "Where did you get that—."

"HARRY!" said three voices at once as they rushed over to him from where they had been petting Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes.

"Did you take out Warbeck, Harry?" asked Ron exuberantly, while the girls just wanted to know if he was alright.

Harry ignored them and was looking at Draco who was calmly sitting in a corner watching the three fuss over Harry. Draco mouthed silently, "Where did I get what?"

Harry shook his head silently and motioned that he would ask him later. After much pleading from Ron, Hermione and Ginny to tell them what all had happened, Harry got away from them and sat down next to Draco, his anger at him from before vanished.

"Well then," he said, looking at the short and blonde haired Malfoy beside him and grinning. "Where shall we begin?"

A/N: Not too good an ending if I do say so myself, but I couldn't figure out a better place to end the chapter. Hope you liked it, and if you did, or didn't, click on the little "Go" button at the bottom-right corner of your screen to send me a review!