AN: Hey guys, quick warning: Possibly the shittiest chapter yet, maybe. Okay, warning over... Um, yeah I know it's been a long wait so...here you go.
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Hogwarts, 10;45 am
Harry Potter was currently thinking about several things. Chief among among them being this theory about formalcraft that recently got stuck in his head. It had gotten worked into his had that if he could just figure out the basis, he could rework it should that it could take more mana without overloading. The only thing was...there was too much math involved for him to even start. He was spending too much time listening to Henry. Second thing was how he didn't get much sleep last night. He had no idea why he couldn't sleep. On the worse day possible, the day before the quidditch match. Damn his luck.
The last thing couldn't be as easily dismissed as he initially thought. It being nothing more than a dream Hermione caused by doing something girly (for once) and reading a romantic novel...out loud. She even read it with a red pen in hand to correct the grammar (no doubt intent on sending this copy to the author or the editor, either one)! Who does that? Not to mention he was practically forced into being the sole audience member. Damn book, he was going to be sure to hunt down and burn every single one of Hermione's copies he could find (then maybe feel guilty about destroying his friend's stuff). Damn him for agreeing to be the audience for her reading, damn her for even having the idea. Lastly, damn his overactive imagination, no one looks like that in real life. Is it even possible to have eye that color? He's certainly never heard of it except in extreme cases.
Snapping back to reality, he really hated where he chose to daydream. Needless to say he had a week's detention with Snape... and the back of his head was sore now. Stupid girls and their stupid girly habits. They were nothing but trouble. Which, around here, meant somehow, someway, their problems would get involved with his, whether he wanted it or not. Not that that's happened yet (and he prayed it wasn't soon) but, it was only a matter of time.
Oh well, nothing to be done about it now. Just move on and hope his luck holds out long enough to win today. Yeah, that's it, just pray to whatever deity exists that none of the usual incidents happen. How horrible is his life that those incidents get called "usual?"
'Ha! Like that's going to work.'
'You know, you could be a little more supportive. Seeing as we're in the same boat.'
'Man, you're talking to yourself like a crazy person. Not long before you're yelling at your imaginary friend in your underwear.'
'Why in my underwear? Why can't it just be my regular clothes? I mean, isn't that crazy enough for me?'
'Eh, had to spice it up a little to get my point across. Plus, your life is shitty enough that it just might happen.'
'Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence concerning my mental health.'
'You're welcome.'
Groaning, Harry looked at the watch provided by professor Emiya (timing is an important skill, one millisecond could mean certain death). Silently thanking the gods he had a study period next. Maybe he could get some sleep before the match.
Quidditch field, sometime later
Life was never kind to him. Why should it ever change things up? That rang true today as well, if the cold rainy weather was anything to go by. 'Not like anyone here cares about the weather, we're all 'magic'... I can still freeze to death.'
They were currently gearing up and getting ready for the sport... You know, every time he thought about it, it was weird he was a sports guy (even if it was a magical sport which totally meant it was super unusual). Eh, oh well, expect the unexpected as they say. Oh well, he had a game to win! A very dangerous game that always risked serious bodily harm, maybe even paralysis...But a game nonetheless! 'Onward!'
'Aren't you a little too excited about this?'
'Oh the voice in my head is back. Dammit, just when I motivated myself to play in freezing rain too.'
'I was going to ask about that but I figured out the answer: Wizards! '
'Pretty much.'
'(sigh)'
'How can you sigh without lungs?'
'Nevermind that, just get on with your death-match.. I mean School Sport..'
They go out to the field, the rules get recited, and they start the game. Same thing, everytime. Though his eyes did catch that the professor wasn't in attendance. Weird, most staff tries to make it. Then again, the guy was weird from the beginning. He was probably off hunting black or devising a training schedule. He shuddered, when the Professor said he wasn't going to go easy, he meant it. Here Harry thought there was a difference between 'not going easy' and 'death by exhuastion'. Apparently, to the Mage-Killer, there wasn't.
The golden snitch flew right by him, bringing him out of his zoning (he's been doing that a lot, hasn't he?) and he started to give chase. The next few moments where a blur to him. The only things he remembers were the freezing cold, the Dementor (I mean who'd forget getting attacked by that thing), and the whole 'waking up in the infirmary' bit. Needless to say, he had some questions, complaints, and demands for a verity of people on a verity of topics (not the least of which was quid ditch safety regulations) and an ever-growing curiosity as to why the universe hated him.
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AN: Shit work, i know. I wrote two different versions of this thing and still couldn't get it right. I just went with the less heavy handed version. Not all bad though (my inner-self comes to the rescue). While nothing happened in the outside world, harry's mind got a lot of exploration and stuff. Introspection is kinda cool. As for the long wait...All I'll say is: "Court"
If you hate it, I get it...If you LIKED it um, please tell me...I'll be thoroughly shocked.