Part Four:

November marked the start of the Quidditch season, which everyone was excited about, perhaps none more so than Oliver because this year he felt confident they had a shot of winning the coveted silver Quidditch Cup. He frequently made comments such as, "Ohh, the face Flint will make when we win!" with a manic glint in his eyes. Marcus Flint was the team Captain of Slytherin, who they were to play on Saturday.

"We should do something special for Oliver," Fiona said as she and Angelica walked to their Divinations class on Friday.

Angelica nodded; she'd been in a much better mood since finding out that there had been nothing serious wrong with Professor Quirrell. "And for Alicia too, I mean she's out of the reserves and on the actual team now!" Angelica exclaimed.

Just then they had reached Professor Trelawney's classroom, which as always smelled heavily of incense. Professor Trelawney resembled a large praying mantis with a mass of hair and glasses. Before they started class, she appeared out of the smoke, next to Angelica.

"Oh dear," she whispered. "I see that the stars will not be kind to you this year. Someone close to your heart is going to..."

"To what, Professor?" Angelica asked, breaking into a cold sweat.

"I mustn't say, for I fear you would try and meddle with the Fates."

Of course hearing that sort of thing wouldn't exactly be easy to forget, but somehow when Saturday's game rolled around everyone seemed to be in a good mood. It was chilly that morning, with a brisk breeze blowing through the packed stands. Jonathan, Angelica, and Fiona were huddled up, under their cloaks, watching their friends play a most exciting game of Quidditch.

"That Harry Potter is simply amazing!" Jonathan commented, and handed the binoculars to Fiona.

Suddenly the crowd gasped.

"What's he doing?" she asked as Harry was flipping around on his broom.

"Mmm...No, I think it's more what is it doing?" Jonathan said, speaking of Harry's state-of-the-art broom, the Nimbus 2000.

"That-that's impossible!" Angelica sputtered. Fiona offered her the binoculars, she shook her head.

"You know, if we had omnioculars we wouldn't have this problem," Jonathan laughed.

"I know, I should've gotten us some when I went to the Quidditch World Cup on holiday," Fiona apologized.

"It's alright Fiona, one day we'll go together and get them," Jonathan snuggled close to Fiona as her cheeks flushed pink, and not just from the cold.

"Gimme those!" Angelica shouted suddenly, changing her mind. Fiona handed her the binoculars. Angelica gasped and threw them back down.

"What?" Fiona and Jonathan said in unison.

"Q-Q- Professor Quirrell fell; someone knocked him down or something..."

"That man is having no luck..." Fiona added, sharing a smirk with Jonathan. But before the conversation could continue Harry literally coughed up the Golden Snitch and won the game for Gryffindor. Naturally everyone but the Slytherins roared with joy. The final score was Gryffindor – One hundred and seventy, Slytherin - Sixty. There were parties in the Gryffindor tower all night long, so everyone quickly forgot about the unpleasant events of the day.

One morning in mid-December classes had ended for the term and the majority of students were gathered in the Great Hall with their trunks, getting ready to head home for winter break. There was a giddy cheeriness in the air as everyone admired the huge Christmas trees and other decorations about.

"You know, I almost wish I was staying here," sighed Jonathan with a smile. He was the only wizard in his family and unlike other muggle born students; his family (particularly his little sister Chelsea) bombarded him with questions and requests to perform magic at their annual Christmas party. Fiona, on the other hand, was from an old wizarding family, while Angelica's mum was a witch, and her dad a Muggle.

Angelica was just securing her warm hat on her head when Professor Quirrell walked quickly by the students, seeming not even to notice they were there. "Ah, um, I just remembered I forgot something..." She muttered a lie and ran down the corridor after him. "Professor!" she shouted to his back, but he continued moving up the stairs. Angelica continued to follow him and found it very odd that he didn't utter a sound. Where they now were didn't look at all familiar; it was quite dismal and lacking the usual Hogwarts glow.

Then something hit her. She felt her stomach drop. They were in the forbidden corridor on the third floor, and there was a nasty sound coming from the other side of the door Quirrell was ready to open. "Quirinus! No!" she screamed and started to pull his hand away, but he snapped his head at her with a fierce look. Angelica's lip started to quiver.

"Oh no-no A-a-angie, it's you!" he said, shocked at the way he was acting. "W-w-why are y-you here?"

"Me? I was just trying to wish you a Happy Christmas before I went away on holiday," Angelica said, half angry.

"D-d-don't b-be mad, I-I-I haven't b-been fe-feeling m-m-m-myself lately," he confessed.

"I'm sorry Professor," she replied bitterly and turned away to leave. But before she could she felt an ice-cold hand on her shoulder, and turned back around only to see Quirrell lean his head slowly towards hers. Her eyes widened and she felt herself gasping for air. Before she could think of anything else, he had given her a small, but warm and sweet, kiss.

"Now you'll k-k-keep this quiet, w-won't you," Quirrell started, seriously.

She nodded, in a state of shock.

"Y-y-you w-wont tell a s-s-oul where y-you f-f-f-found me?"

"No, I promise."

With that he led her to the hallway, and in a dazed manner she walked back down stairs to the Great Hall which by this time was nearly empty. Hagrid the games keeper poked his head in the doorway "C'mon you three! Train's 'bout to leave!"

Fiona turned to Angelica "Did you find what you forgot?"

Angelica only nodded.