A/N: Hey! Sorry I wasn't able to post this out early, school was killing me. And my internet card expired so I had to buy another one and the nearest store was like a bus away! Anyways, here's chapter 5 and I hope you guys like this… People, I need more reviews! And, forgive me if I have errors in this chapter, like typos, gramma, or in the story overall coz I'm kinda in a hurry since I've just got an hour to type and well, it's not easy creating one chapter in sixty minutes… If you tell me my errors here, I'm gonna revise them when I get the time… Got the mechanics, people? Right, so chill and read on!

Chapter 5: The Crow

"Why so quiet, Potter?" Malfoy smirked, false concern in his voice as he, Harry, and Rose walked across the grassy field, which was the Quidditch stadium. Rose was walking farther ahead.

"Shut it, Malfoy," Harry hissed back.

"Hey, Rose!" Malfoy suddenly yelled. Rose turned to them. "I think Potter's not feeling well, he's been acting oddly."

"What!" Harry glared at Malfoy. "I'm fine, I feel good – "

"Really?" Malfoy said in mock interest.

"I'm not sick – "

"You were sick a while ago – "

"I wasn't – "

"Shut up your – "

"Quit it!" Rose raised her voice. "Can't ya do anythin' else than squabble ev'ry time ya meet!"

Silence prevailed as the three of them resumed walking to the Quidditch locker rooms. Rose showed them around the boys' locker room and told them to dress up, before she went outside. Harry supposed she was going to change into her Quidditch robes too.

When Harry and Malfoy got out, however, Rose had not changed and looked annoyed.

"Do ya always take centuries before ya get out? Ya guys're gay, I swear," she snarled.

"That wasn't too long! We took only fifteen minutes!" defensed Malfoy.

"Fifteen minutes only?" Rose hissed, her face dangerously close to Malfoy's. "Ever heard of you' own British sayin', 'Time is galleons?'"

"You say it like you're not British," Malfoy hissed back, inching his face closer still.

"Guys," Harry daringly interrupted. "I think we're wasting more time here."

Rose glared at him momentarily, then went on her broom and zoomed away. Harry looked at Malfoy.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"What is it, Potter!"

"Nothing!"

"Planning another smart move in front of Rose, are you?"

"I said it's nothing."

"Whatever," said Malfoy.

He rode on his broom as well, and flew to Rose. Harry was thinking of what Malfoy would say if he found out about Harry's dream. But again, he shook the thought away, now wondering why he was so preoccupied with it. He flew over to Rose and Malfoy.

"I wan' ya two to show me what ya can do," said Rose, nodding at Harry and Malfoy, all of them more than fifty feet above the ground. "Ya two're gonna play against 'ch'other, as Chasers, that is. I will provide your teams – "

"What?" Harry now said. Provide their teams?

"How are you going to do that?" said Malfoy, also in mild bewilderment.

"Ever heard of Nen?" replied Rose.

"Heard of what?" asked Harry, unable to restrain his curiosity.

"Nen, branch of Japanese magic." Harry and Malfoy stared back blankly still, not enlightened one bit. Rose shrugged. "'S'a long, complicated thing, so don' make me 'xplain now, 'right? Guess you'll learn 'bout it when ya start you' lessons here, for now…"

Rose raised her hands to a form like praying, and closed her eyes. Momentarily, Harry wondered whether Rose was seriously doing some Asian magic. Just then, she opened her eyes, which used to be blue.

Her eyes had turned red, glowing like shining blood. She gazed at the ground, muttering rapidly words Harry did not understand. Then, on the ground materialized Rose. Harry looked at the Rose beside him. She was there. He looked back at the ground. Rose was there too. What the?

More and more Roses formed until there was enough of her to fill in the vacant positions for Harry's and Malfoy's teams. The real Rose then proceeded to the stands to watch the game. (Her eyes changed back into blue after producing enough clones of herself.)

Harry had to admit playing Chaser was hard, just like being Seeker. There were just so many things to worry about. Of course, on top of the list was getting the Quaffle right into the goal post. Then, he had to dodge Bludgers. And he also had to dodge the Chasers of the other team. And he had to avoid getting in the way of his team's Seeker. Stressful…

Harry was very pleased to be able to get to breakfast in Bridgework's dining hall just as everyone went down.

"How was training?" Hermione asked timidly.

Harry, after hungrily gobbling sushi with wasabe (which he forgot was spicy, so that his eyes almost cried because of the heat in his mouth), thought and replied. "Simply? It was hell."

"So what they say is true, huh?" said Ron. "Rose sure is tough?"

"She made us play a whole Quidditch match!" Harry hissed. "And we haven't had breakfast at that!"

A rustle above them meant owl post was arriving, except that owls weren't the ones that delivered the students' letters.

A crow landed neatly on Rose's shoulder a few tables down the hall. The Bridgework dining hall, unlike Hogwarts' Great Hall, had many round tables scattered. Harry watched as Rose opened the envelope brought by the crow.

Then her eyes flicked over to Harry, who had been staring.

She removed her gaze from Harry just as quickly, and turned to Raven. She asked Raven for a pen. (Bridgework did not use quills.) She tore off part of the note she had read and scribbled something on it. She tied the note to the crow's foot and it flew off again.

It landed on Harry's shoulder.

The crow's grip was piercing. Harry wondered how Rose was able to stand it. He took the note with expectant stares from Ron and Hermione. The crow took off just as he opened the note.

Need to talk to you. Don't tell anyone. Right after breakfast. 7th years' common room.

Harry rolled the note and got up from his chair.

"Where're you going?" said Ron.

"I'll tell you later," replied Harry. Ron looked puzzled but Harry widened his eyes at Hermione.

"Oh," said Hermione. Harry took it that she got the message and left without another word.

He proceeded to the common room, slightly nervous but more curious about what Rose had to say. What was so important that Rose needed to talk to him almost immediately? What was contained in the letter that involved him?

As Harry entered, he found Rose already sitting on the sofa.

"What – "

"Tell me wha' y'know 'bout Severus Snape," she said, getting up.

She looked slightly shaken and nervous just as Harry was. Harry was surprised to see her like that. He was under the impression her character was not the type that would give way to such reaction.

"Snape?" Harry said. "What about him?"

"Everythin' 'bout him. Anythin' y'know. Now," she said in her obnoxious voice. Then, her eyes turned into those pleading ones Harry had seen just like in his dream. "Please."

A/N: Okay, I got the idea of Nen from an anime I watched before. But then, the multiplying thing is from another anime. Just, ride along people! Peace! R&R! m/ Chill!