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the long delay is because my mom got really sick and it had me worried. hope you like the update

OOPS I DID IT AGAIN

Harry was on the verge of killing either Ron or Malfoy, or maybe both, if they didn't leave him alone. They were both pushing him too far with their nagging.

Ron, who didn't seem to suffer at all after loosing his beloved rat Scabbers, kept badgering him about what his new pet would be and when it would arrive. Harry wished that Ron could see how he'd reacted the last time.

He had loosened up on the subject however, when Harry had taken up the habit of telling Ron all about the interesting subject of potions as soon as the lanky red head came to close for Harry's liking. This had however led to Ron ganging up with Oliver Wood, discussing new strategies or Harry, which was just as bad as Ron talking about his future pet, this led to Harry having not only Ron nagging him about practising more Quidditch but now Wood came in to the picture too.

Harry was ever so grateful to have Hermione scream at them whenever they got to close to their table, which was filled with books. She seemed to think that Harry's newfound joy of reading and studying shouldn't be disturbed with pointless Quidditch talk, earning herself very potent glares from Wood and Ron whenever they got sent away by her.

Moreover, as if that wasn't enough, Malfoy kept pestering him about his not-so-good future, wanting to know what Harry knew. The blond boy even had the courage to walk up to the Gryffindor table during the meals demanding to get an answer, much to the Gryffindors pleasure and Harry's surprise. His off hand comment must have reallyhad had an impact on the sulky boy, to get him to walk up to their table at every meal. Fred and George were thumping Harry on the back congratulating him on his success, every time an irritated McGonagall sent Malfoy away. Harry was really at an end, they had to stop pestering him or someone would get hurt.

He was at the moment hiding in the room of requirement, after having finally gathered enough courage to enter through the door. He was now very careful about what he asked of the room, he did not want to end up in one of Voldemort's lumpy, moth eaten chairs again. The room he'd found Voldemort's book in still sent shivers up his spine when just thinking about it.

He was also getting more frustrated with his repeated failure to get to the room where he had hidden the Half-blood prince's potions book. He had given up the hopes of getting his hands on the present one as Snape was watching him like a hawk. Every movement in the classroom was analysed and if he as much as looked up from whatever assignment they had he had to endure murderous glares. Harry had a feeling that Snape had figured out that Harry had an unhealthy fixation with the corner cupboard as it had a very big lock on it and shimmered whenever someone came to close. Therefore, he really was desperate to find out whether or not the future one still was stored in the room of requirement. He had of course thought about the possibility of the room not existing as of yet, but as he remembered the room being quite filled with various things, he had decided to humour himself and continue on with his search.

The room he'd finally settled in, to read up on potions, was a very good imitation of the Gryffindor common room, which suited Harry well as he had a hard time picturing Voldemort sitting on a red and gold coloured chair, in such a Gryffindor dominated room, plotting to take over the world.

Harry was just reading up on different mind controlling potions when he realised that he was supposed to be somewhere and that Ron and Wood would skin him alive if he was late. So with that encouraging thought he set of for the Quidditch pit. Unfortunately, for him he got side tracked by a very scowling Slytherin.

"You will tell me my future now!" Malfoy demanded stomping his foot on the floor. Harry merely raised his eyebrows at the sight, making the other boy blush. "If you need a reading of your future I recommend Trelawney. She's very good." Harry smirked at the face Malfoy was making. "She's a fraud and you know it." Malfoy glared at Harry who shrugged. "She looks like a bug." Malfoy said as if it explained everything. Harry nodded patiently and sneaked a look down on his watch, damn going to be late if I don't move, he thought. "Look, I have Quidditch practise planned now, if you want to have a chat you'll have to have to do it walking." he side stepped a very confused Malfoy and started to make his way down to the pit where he could see the team gathering. "I don't get you. You're not supposed to invite me to your practise." Malfoy whined as he followed Harry down to the pit. He seemed lost and confused. The Gryffindors all looked shocked when he sat down next to a very dignified Hermione who didn't spare him a look.

"It's all so wrong." Malfoy muttered looking down on his hands as if they held the answer to the mystery of Harry Potter.

Ten minuets later a scowling Snape came stalking down and led the still confused Malfoy up to the school, muttering about Potter's and their ability to destroy good Slytherins. Harry who was busy flying on his broom didn't notice a thing. When Ron finally caught up with him in the air, he had caught the snitch enough times to make Wood beam with pride.

"It's practically in our hands." he sniffed with shiny eyes, after patting Harry on the head and shaking hands with Ron who looked very important. The rest of the team was in awe as well, Wood hadn't said a single bad thing, not even when Katie Bell had chased George around the pit wobbly, for spinning her around ten times making her feel very disoriented and sick .

The next morning Harry rose up early to get some time on his own, as he no doubt would be pestered later on if Gryffindor won the game. Ron came stumbling down much later holding Harry's Firebolt as if it was made of gold. They hadn't showed the broom to any of the other houses as Wood had had severe security issues that needed to be sorted out first.

Wood came down before Hermione so Harry had to survive a talk about how important it was that the broom was protected, Ron who was nodding vigorously by his side said that he would care for them, meaning Harry and the broom, as if Dumbledore himself had ordered it. Wood had given Ron such a fond look that Harry had felt the need to ask them to get a room. Neither had liked the implications, much to newly arrived Fred and George's amusement.

After being told by a very pompous Percy that he had to win the game, as he and Penny had a bet going, Harry settled down to eat ignoring the stares and whispering.

"I have a right to know what you know about my future. It's in the law. It says that all seers must give…" Malfoy trailed of as he caught sight of Harry's Firebolt on the table, heavily guarded by a glaring Ron who kept shooing away stray hands from touching the shiny broom.

Harry ignored Malfoy's slack jaw and looked up at the blond Slytherin pondering if what he'd said was true. Because if it was then he had a right to know about Trelawney's prophesy. He never got a chance to ask about the truth of Malfoy's statement as Ron pulled him up by his arm and insisted that he run a warm up lap on the pitch, Wood who quickly caught on gave further orders and soon the entire team was out on the pitch, glaring at a non-puzzled Ron.

It was a good day to play, with no rain and a light breeze. Harry found that he actually felt good after doing the warm up lap and from the looks of it so did the rest of the team.

Wood plunged into his pre game speech and ended it by smiling proudly at Harry. They watched as the Ravenclaw team arrived, looking tired. Cho gave a big yawn as she passed Harry, much to her embarrassment. Harry wondered what he'd ever seen in her as she plucked out a small mirror from her blue Quidditch dress and started inspecting her face.

Wood and the Ravenclaw captain shook hands and then they were of. Harry felt pleased when he saw the look of surprise on Cho's face, as he zoomed faster than anyone else up into the air.

"They're of, and just look at Potter handling that broom! I don't know who's more amazing, Potter with his just-out-of-bed looks or the fantastic new Firebolt he's flying. The Firebolt is rumoured to be the broom of choice for the national teams at this years World championships..." Harry blushed at Lee's choice of words when describing him and felt very relived when McGonagall gave him a telling of.

Harry flew a whole lap around the Pitch trying to catch a glimpse of the snitch, Cho was tailing him as good as she could. A smirk worthy of Malfoy suddenly appeared on his face, he had a sudden urge to play, as he was stopped by one of the Ravenclaw beaters. The onlookers could only gasp as Harry's broom suddenly flipped over and headed straight for the ground in death defying speed, only to straighten up a couple of feet above the ground. Lee Jordan was praising his flying skills and launched into another heated Firebolt speech, much to Professor McGonagall's irritation. Cho finally caught up with Harry as he sat surveying the pitch high above the other players, Harry felt proud at seeing her flustered face. She gave him what was supposed to be a seductive smile, but it ended up being a very strained smile, as she had a hard time catching her breath.

"Hi there, you're Cho right?" Harry smiled at her blushing face, two could play this game he thought. "Yes…that's a very nice broom…eh…"She blushed again and Harry fought the urge to snort, did she practise to blush like that or was he really affecting her that much. She closed her eyes and seemed to enjoy the fact that they were sitting still. Harry faced the pitch again and that's when he saw it, the snitch hiding next to a scowling McGonagall. He quickly checked the score one hundred and ten, before zooming of leaving Cho behind looking surprised. The snitch seemed to have realised that it had been spotted as it fluttered away towards the Ravenclaw supporters. Harry was hot on its trail however and soon he caught up with it right in front of Malfoy's face. The blond looked peevishly at him and seemed insulted by the fact that Harry had caught the snitch in front of him.

The Gryffindor stands erupted in cheers and whistles, and the team soon surrounded Harry as he landed and McGonagall ignored Lee saying that Harry was a bloody brilliant player, in front of everyone.

Wood had tears of joy pouring down his cheeks as they celebrated their victory with smuggled bottles of Butterbeer and sweets, all thanks to the twins, in the common room. The twins even got Hermione to accept a bottle which she enjoyed by the fire reading through her papers. She was much more relaxed this year than the last third year, but Harry put that up as her not having Ron on her back and Harry and Ron actually helping her with the case to help Buckbeak, well Harry helping her. Ron was far too busy talking with his hero Wood, to help in such trivial matters as a Hippogriff's case against the ministry, Harry had after all said it would work out in the end. And Harry was always right. Both Harry and Hermione had rolled their eyes at that statement.

The twins were the only one's still arguing with McGonagall when she appeared in her nightgown after one in the morning, the rest of the Gryffindors all agreed that it had been a good celebration and that it was time for bed.

Harry climbed up in bed after saying good night to a yawning Neville and Ron. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHH! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Harry Woke up and dived out of bed, he caught sight of Sirius quickly exiting the dorm and set of to catch up with him. He was however hindered by the younger student all coming up to see what the commotion was about.

"What happened Harry?" Fred, who was making his way down towards their dorm asked surprised. Harry sighed, this was the second time he'd let Sirius get away. He slowly made his way up to the dorm to find Ron sitting calmly on his bed.

"I'm going to take a lucky guess and say that this is the fright of a life time you were mentioning earlier." he stated in a calm voice glaring at Harry. Harry could not help wincing, he'd never heard Ron talk so calmly before. Casting a glance backwards, he saw Fred and George back out of the dorm very slowly.

"WHY IN THE BLOODY HELL DIDN'T YOU WARN ME?" Ron was dangerously red in his face as heyelled at Harry, looking ready to pummel him to the ground.

"Mr Weasley and Potter! What is the purpose of having this yelling match at this hour?" Professor McGonagall was standing in their doorway looking furious. Harry saw Ron deflate in front of their Head of House. "Er…well you see…it's like this…" Harry trailed out looking down on the floor. What was he supposed to say? My godfather just attacked my best friend with a knife. "I just had a nightmare, and…um…Harry didn't wake me up." Ron looked down on the floor blushing at the lie. Harry had a hard time keeping the surprise from showing as McGonagall's eyes bore into him. He wondered if she practised Legimency.

The dorm was quiet as she made her way downstairs cursing Quidditch celebrations. Harry slowly turned to Ron as the last student not belonging in their year exited the dorm. "I forgot." He offered quickly when Ron opened his mouth to speak. That had however been the wrong thing to say, as Ron's face turned red again. "What I mean is, I got so caught up with Quidditch that it slipped my mind." The colour on Ron's face faded a bit, but he still looked murderous. "You're fine anyway, so no harm done." Harry continued as he climbed into his bed. "If you don't count having a mad man holding a knife over you. I don't know why I just lied to her…" Ron muttered as he too climbed into bed. "Oh it's because that mad man is going to give you your new pet." Harry answered and sighed contently as the dorm finally turned quiet, he felt that he could do with at least a couple of hours more sleep.

"WHAT!" Harry sighed at Ron's outburst and contemplated on just ignoring him.