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Chapter Sixteen — The Match

After Halloween Harry went back to his old self, but he noticed that Ron was giving him some odd looks. It was as though Ron was actually worried about Harry and Harry had no idea how to feel about this. He never had anyone care about him before. He still wasn't sure about Remus and Tonks. He knew that they were there for him but he didn't know that they cared about him as a person. Not as a burden like the Dursleys had or like a savior like his classmates. He was exceedingly confused by all that was going on around him. It was just so surreal. But his life was nothing but surreal since he met Remus.

It was Friday again and the Gryffindors were having Potions with the Hufflepuffs. Snape didn't say a word to Harry or to any of the Gryffindors. This made Neville less nervous so he was able to concentrate more on making the potion. But Snape did glare at the students as though daring them to make a mistake.

But Snape saved a special type of glare just for Harry. One everyone knew that meant just because you are a Potter and look exactly like James I am going to loathe you. And Harry wouldn't have had it any other way.

However, this week, that glare was the last thing Harry needed right before his first game. But Snape didn't know, or most likely didn't care that the look that he was receiving was creeping him out. Finally the professor spoke.

"Mr. Potter, why is it that you haven't stirred your potion?" The sneer on his face only deepened.

"Because, sir, this potion requires simmering for exactly five minutes and it has only been four. If I had stirred to soon the potion would have been too pale and too watery, making it less effective. And we all know that we wouldn't want that to happen. Now please let me get back to work for it has now been five minutes." Harry was trying his hardest not to let his temper get the better of him. Ever since the accidental poisoning Harry's fuse was short with the teacher, not that it was long to begin with.

With that, Snape sneered once more and let Harry continue to work. Harry didn't know why he bothered trying to do well in potions he knew his grade would be barely passable.

The rest of the double period passed without incident unless you count Malfoy, who came to deliver a message to Snape, deliberately sneezing in Neville's potions causing it to become a violent purple. Fortunately, he was able to make it right even tough it was a little watery, but most of the class had watery potions. Snape dismissed the class hating that everyone made the potion right.

Later that night, Harry went to bed early wishing that he could talk to Sirius again. As soon as Harry closed his eyes, he found himself in the black void again but this tie the Hope was stronger. This made Harry very happy, but he wished that he didn't have to go through the void whenever he wanted to talk to Sirius. It was quite depressing. But there he was. When the light appeared, Sirius was sitting under a willow tree.

"Hey, Sirius, how are you tonight."

"Pronglet, what are you doing here? Are you in another coma? It's not safe for you to continually come here."

"I'm not in a coma. I just wanted to see you. I think I'm just sleeping, or at least I appear to be sleeping. Can't I come to visit my favorite godfather?"

"Are you sure you are alright? You look a little peaky."

"My first Quidditch match is tomorrow and I'm pretty nervous. I have to live up to my dad's name and I don't know if I can do that. I don't want to disappoint anyone if I don't catch the snitch, especially Uncle Remmy who will be at the match."

"Harry, how old are you?"

"You know that I am eleven. Why do you ask?"

"When was the last time an eleven-year-old was on the House team? And be honest with me because I do know the answer."

"It's been over a century. Okay I get your point. I'm talented. But that doesn't mean that I'm guaranteed that I'll win. And I want to win more than anything; it is Slytherin after all."

"You have nothing to worry about. You will be spectacular. And everyone will see you as a great flyer and not as the Boy-Who-Lived. Just do your best. I'm guessing that will underestimate you and think Gryffindor is desperate to use an ickle First Year." He used his best mock voice.

"You're right. The only Slytherins who have seen me fly were the First Years and that was only one time. Thanks for calming my nerves."

"Not that I don't like talking about Quidditch, but I would love to hear about your friends."

"My best friend is Ron Weasley. He's a little crazy but has a big heart. It's hard keeping my secrets from him. He has a really big family and they all care about each other. At least that's what he says. He's always sad when he talks about them. I don't understand why though. His twin brothers are cool but Percy is a prat towards the younger students. He takes points from us when we break the rules. I don't know much about his older brothers.

"Then there's Neville Longbottom. He clumsy and a little shy. I can go to him for anything. As far as I know, his only family left is his gran and great uncle. He doesn't talk about his family much.

"Dean Thomas is an artist and mainly hangs out with Seamus Finnigan. I don't know that much about Seamus. But we all are pretty close for only knowing each other for two months.

"I feel like I'm being pushed back. I think I have to go now. At least we know that I can talk to you whenever I want. Bye Padfoot."

Harry woke in a daze. It took him a minute to realize where he was. There was nothing like waking up from a trance. Soon he felt like he was going to be sick. He wasn't going to try that again any time soon.

Harry was swooping in between the goal posts at the Gryffindor end. He had seen the Snitch three times but didn't go after it. This game was just too easy. Terence Higgs, the Slytherin Seeker, was half way down the field still searching for the Snitch for the first time.

To Harry the Slytherin team was pathetic. They didn't work together and relied on their own individual skill... which wasn't much. The Gryffindor Chasers seemed to read each other minds when it came to what their teammates were doing. Fred and George were in perfect sync with each other as always pulling off a Bludger Backbeat, the hardest Beater tactic.

Angelina Johnson passed the Quaffle to Alicia Spinet who swooped under a Slytherin Chaser as she caught it. The larger boy growled at her as she smiled at his anger. Then the boy took her by her hair and stole the Quaffle. They were close to the Slytherin goals and he scored before Madam Hooch could blow her whistle. She had no choice but to say that the goal was good. Fortunately, Alicia got two penalty shots, which she put away with problem.

Gryffindor still had the Quaffle after Katie Bell stole it from one of Slytherin's chasers. She flew around the goals and once again scored. The game went on for a while soon the score was 80-30 Gryffindor in the lead. Upset about the Gryffindor lead, the Slytherins used less than approved methods to get the Quaffle.

Harry was angry that Slytherin had to resort to cheating. That House was supposed to be honorable than that. Hogwarts was supposed to be more honorable than that. He needed to end this game.

Harry dived when he saw that Higgs had seen the Snitch. Higgs was a horrible flier. He had no control over his broom. Marcus Flint, the Slytherin captain saw that Harry was going to get the Snitch first and flew straight at Harry. Because of his amazing reflexes, Harry managed to dive under the boy. Flint managed to fly into his own Seeker. Both were thrown out of the air.

The Gryffindors laughed at their stupidity. Harry still had his eye on the Snitch. He reached the Snitch...

Then his eyes began to glow. The vision was blurry but he saw a man, an adult, in dark robes muttering a spell. The vision ended and Harry was amazed the Snitch was at his fingertips. He stretched a little further and grabbed the Snitch. He quickly flew to the ground. He felt the broom convulse when he was five feet from the ground. He quickly jumped off and saw that only two of the male professors were wearing dark robes, Quirrell and Snape.

Harry left the pitch not knowing what to think. Was someone at Hogwarts trying to kill him? And if they were, why? Why would they bid their time like this? If it were a professor, they'd have plenty of chances to kill him. All of this thinking made his head hurt. He was confused and needed to talk to Remus. But unfortunately, Remus had to leave after the game because he had so errands to run in Diagon Alley. Sirius was another option but he couldn't actually do anything to help him. None of the professors knew the extent of Harry's powers. McGonagall and Dumbledore were the only two who knew about at least some of Harry's powers, but he didn't want to reveal that he had visions. Besides, they were way too busy to talk. His friends weren't an option because like him, they were just kids and couldn't do anything about it.

He was alone again. He was always alone. After having someone there for him, it felt ten times worse. He sent Hedwig to Remus asking to see him at the earliest possible moment. Until then, he'd just have to wait. He hated to wait.

A/N I made some changes in chapter 3. They are subtle but are necessary for the story. Sorry for any inconvenience.