Chapter 6 – Secrets kept within

I had nothing to say and

I get lost in the nothingness

inside of me i was confused and

i live it all out to find, but im not

the only person with these things in mind

Somewhere I belong – Linkin Park

"Well it's not really quidditch" Ron explained as they walked up to the small field where they played. "But it's still close enough" he smiled. "So…how long have you been playing quidditch…a couple of years..?" Mike nodded "yeah, not very long compared to the people who have been playing since 2nd year, but I was just lucky that not many Ravenclaw's like to go for the quidditch team" they all grew silent for a moment as they got to the field, before Ron spoke again, explaining the rules to Mike "all right, we are ready.." Ginny said "how about me and Michael over here, versus you two over there…."

The game started off quickly, and the pace was kept up throughout the whole game. They played for what seemed like hours, until the sun started to go down, and it was getting dark "all right, you guys win..." Ron said, dejectedly. Michael and Ginny had been leading for the past hour, and they decided to call it a day. Their muddy clothes a sign of the rain that had fallen on them around lunch time, to which Hermione had gone inside for the duration of. The sun was now beating heavily in it's last moments, and the teens where siting on the field, soaking in the last rays of sunlight for the day. The field was silent, as nobody had anything to say until…

"So Mike…why are you here…" Ron said, a little abruptly

"Ron!" both Hermione and Ginny said in unison "You can be so insensitive sometimes…" Ginny finished off.

"Well I think Ron's right, I mean, we should hear why you're here" Harry said looking over at Mike

"Well maybe he doesn't want to tell us…there have been things that you haven't wanted to tell us Harry…" Hermione stated, a little angrily

"Stop…just stop, all right." Mike looked up from the ground and spoke for the first time "look, I really don't want to talk about it, so can we talk about something else" his voice was low and nearly a growl, before he looked down again and the pitch fell into silence once again, until Mrs. Weasley's voice calling them for dinner.

The meal passed in the same silence that had preceded them at the field, only small talk was discussed at the table before they went into the living room. Harry found himself looking curiously over at the young man across the room from him, not really knowing what to make of him. He hadn't really seen him around at school; he hadn't even noticed that he had been on the quidditch team. Harry continued to muse to himself, he would know more about this kid once he knew why he was here, but Mike wasn't letting on, that is until Ron spoke again "How do we know you aren't some Death Eater then…" "Ron…that's enough…it's none of you business, so leave it alone" Hermione said angrily "No…I suppose I do owe everyone an explanation…have to talk about it sometime don't I" Mike gave a small sad smile "all right, but we shall go outside…back to the pitch"