Disclaimer: OK, I know I skipped it for a lot of chapters, I either forgot or was lazy to write it. Oh well... here goes... HARRY POTTER DOESN'T BELONG TO ME, IT BELONGS TO THE GREAT JK ROWLING

Author's note: I know....you've never read a lamer harry potter fanfic. I tried my best, didn't know it was so lame. I promise it WILL get better as the story goes. Another reason for continuing this is because I might as well finish it since I started it... PLEASE R&R I'd really appreciate it, I don't mind the flames, as long as it has something to do with this story.

-Chapter 8-

The Quidditch Match

It was pitch black, footsteps echoed through the darkness. Harry spun around to try and find the source of noise. Gradually, it grew closer. Something, a memory, flashed in his head, but he didn't know what it was.
'Come to me, boy.' Said a voice, it was cold and shrill in the darkness. Harry fell to the ground and clutched his scar. After years of suffering, he still couldn't control the pain. He cursed himself under his breath and hit his scar lightly over and over again with his fist. Slowly, the noise of footsteps died away, instead, hissing noises grew loud, ringing in his ears. Harry yelled out and fell out of bed.

Harry sat up panting and looked around the room. Ron was snoring peacefully in his bed with his blanket crumpled into a pile on the floor. Neville cuddled into a round ball inside his blanket. Harry looked at his clock and his eyes opened wide. It was only 3 o'clock. He took a shower, dressed himself and walked down to the common room.

It was a foggy day, perfect for a Halloween night. Harry sat down on a chair next to the window. It had been half a year since his scar hurts last time. He sighed loudly and leaned his head on the icy cold glass, which caused the hair on his forehead to rumple up. Silence hung in the room for a few minutes, the fire cracked happily in the fireplace. Harry raked his hand through his hair and shook the thought out of his head. He closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep.

Harry opened his eyes to see Hermione and Cassandra sitting on a sofa with their heads on each other's shoulder and fast asleep, Ron was in the near by window looking outside.
'Awake?' he asked, yawning himself. 'We came down here to see you asleep in the common room alone, what happened?'
'My scar is hurting again,' Harry said bitterly, he didn't want them to worry, but no use trying to lie.
'I thought so. By the way,' Ron smiled a bright smile, 'Cassandra is seer. She was the one who told us your scar was hurting, she said it just came to her in a flash.' They both looked at Cassandra, no one knew about that fact. They were the only ones who did. The great seer of misfortune Cassandra was Cassandra Ruthven's ancestor. They sat and waited for the two girls to wake up, and went down to the great hall for breakfast.

The Hall was black with shining dots on the walls. It looked just like the universe. There are bats and owls flying around everywhere, after all, it WAS Halloween. Malfoy and his gang marched into the hall as normal.

'Look!' said Ron as sarcastically as he can. 'The bouncing ferret's here! Make way!'
Malfoy was beet red, 'Look here, Weasel, You would never win the quidditch match, so don't you dare talk to me that way!' with that, he stomped off to sit in some corner on the Slytherin table. Ron stuck his tongue out and walked to Gryffindor table.
'We'll show him, right Harry?' Harry's face was pale. all he could do was nod silently without even noticing what Ron had said. 'Harry? Are you alright?'
'Harry? Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital wing? I'd go there with you if you like.' Hermione was worried, it was written on her face. Her eyebrows are turned up into a deep frown, her voice was quivering. Harry nodded and turned to look at her, he tried to force a smile at her. The face of Hermione Granger softened him and made him forget about the pain. Harry turned his face down toward the table and closed his eyes. The pain started to creep away, maybe it was alright. Maybe it was just his imagination. He finished his breakfast and went up to his room. Harry had a very long sleep. When he woke up from it, it was already half past 5. Harry put on his glasses and took his Firebolt. He desperately needed fresh air. He ran to the quidditch pitch and took off on his broom, feeling the wind in his hair again was great, he did a few loops, went into a steep dive, and quickly turned upwards again.
'Hey Harry! Want to have some practice with me?' Ron cried from below. He held up his nimbus 2002 which Harry had bought him for his birthday. Harry smiled brightly and nodded. The snitch was released. It stopped in mid-air for a moment, deciding what to do. Then, it snapped towards the left and disappeared. The sun was bright and covered the gold colour of the snitch perfectly. Harry circled up high while Ron, without any experience being a seeker was flying around madly everywhere trying to spot the snitch. Then, there it was, flapping its wings next to his broomstick. Harry dived to try and snatch it. The snitch immediately flew away at top speed around the pitch. 10 seconds later, it was squirming madly in the palm of Harry's hand. Harry and Ron packed up the quidditch things and walked back to their dorm.

Harry opened his eyes the next day to see a bright ray of sunlight shining onto his bed through the curtains. Was it a coincidence or did they simply used magic so that every quidditch day was a bright sunny day? Harry quickly dismissed the thought as the second year memories came flooding back to him, he shivered, if Gilderoy Lockhart ever taught at Hogwarts again, he'd rather be killed by Voldemort. He sighed, maybe it was a good thing Lockhart lost his memory. Harry laughed as he remembered Lockhart's "who am I?" questions.
13 minutes later Harry was walking down the stairs towards the common room, fully dressed, and holding his firebolt tightly in his hands. As he walked down, he noticed people already sitting there. Cassandra was asleep with her head lying comfortably on Hermione's shoulder, while Hermione was awake, with one of her arms wrapped around Cassandra. When Hermione saw Harry approaching, she gently laid Cassandra on the sofa and walked up to hug Harry tightly.
'Be careful Harry,' she whispered, 'Cassandra had a nightmare last night, she said that you would be in danger today.' She lowered her eyes and pulled apart.
'Don't worry. I'll keep my wand handy.' Harry smiled his usual don't- worry-I'm-okay smile and went to wake Cassandra up for the match.

Cheering erupted from the stands as the Gryffindor team rose from the ground, hisses came from one particular green and silver stand, but was soon drowned by the cheering and whistling. Harry did a few loops then landed smoothly opposite to Draco Malfoy.
'You'd better be careful, Potter,' hissed Malfoy, he looked not at all menacing, but silly, all the childishness of Malfoy had made the gang pretty much very bored. Harry made a small groan and took flight on his broomstick. The moment he was high enough to get a clear view of the whole pitch, Harry did what he usually did, circling around. He tried his best to scan the ground for the slightest movement of the golden light given by the snitch. Cheering was constantly exploding from the 4 stands. Harry smiled as Gryffindor scored for the 5th time, but before he could concentrate on looking for the snitch again, he heard a whizzing sound behind him. Harry's eyes opened wide as the bludger flew aiming at his head at lightning speed.

'Harry!' cried Ron, he flew in just in time to stop the bludger from making contact with Harry's head. 'Try to concentrate!' Ron gave him a thumbs-up before flying off.

After recovering, Harry saw the snitch, it was hovering right next to one of the stands. He scanned the area around it quickly, hoping that Malfoy would be dense enough to not notice it. One look at Malfoy convinced him, Malfoy was busy laughing at one of the Gryffindor keepers, who, unluckily, was chased by one of the Slytherin beaters.

Harry made a face then flew at top speed at the snitch. It seemed that the snitch had sensed him coming, because it twitched a bit, and before Harry knew it, it was speeding off in the distance. He cursed under his breath as he saw Malfoy speeding after the snitch as well, perfectly Malfoy style. Harry sighed, he had hoped Malfoy wouldn't have the luck to even see the snitch today, but seems like he was wrong. He began to speed up a little, but just as he was concentrating on Malfoy and the snitch, a bludger hit him. It made him fall off his broom, the only thing Harry thought about as he was falling was that he was lucky there were no unprofessional healers around to mess with his broken bones. He shut his eyes tight and waited for the fall, but what he felt wasn't the hard ground, but something caught him. He opened his eyes. There were black hair, black eyes, and the Gryffindor team uniform. It was Cassandra. She lifted him up towards his own broom before flying off. Harry cursed again. If this kept happening, Malfoy would get the snitch for sure.

Harry chased after the snitch again, this time it was easier to spot since there was a blond person chasing after it. Harry chased after them and it was just a matter of time before Malfoy got left behind. Harry stretched his hands as far as he could, but it was hard just trying to touch the snitch. There was the whizzing again, it was directed right at him. THE THIRD TIME ALREADY!! Was it possible dobby had somehow returned from the kitchen to "save" him again? Harry decided to take the risk, he jumped off his broom towards the snitch, he was falling, there was no one to save him this time. Oh well, at least he got the snitch......

He heard gasps and shouts, then someone said a spell, he was hovering in midair, he wasn't hurt, he was hovering 3 foot off the ground and descending very slowly, he moved his eyes towards Hermione, who was standing at the foot of the stand and gave her a smile. He raised his fist, and cheering exploded from 3 of the stands, the cheering was deafening, but he could take it. After all, they HAD won.

'You watch your back, Potter,' Harry spun around, Malfoy was scowling. 'The Dark Lord has returned...His powers doubled.'
Harry looked confused, he didn't know whether to trust Malfoy or not. It might just be stupid threats. Harry decided to let the matter drop and walked back to the great hall for lunch.

'Thanks guys,' Harry smiled between mouthfuls. 'You all saved me today.'
'What are friends for?' Ron grinned a toothy grin in reply. 'I was tired of you being the hero anyway.' And he received a playful punch from Harry. Harry returned to his eating when a painful throb attacked his scar, it was worse than ever.

'Maylfoy's right,' Harry gritted his teeth in hatred and in pain, 'Voldemort has returned.'

A/N: god! I actually finished this chapter, it's the longest one yet......