The events of that October night seemed to magnify as the days swept into the chilly first week of November. The first Quiddich match was fast approaching and butterflies were rioting in Aimee's stomach the morning of the first match. She spent the night before tossing and turning, she couldn't have slept more than a few hours maximize and as she made her way to the great hall for Breakfast that November morning she wasn't sure if her stomach would even hold the contents she tried to eat or if it would revolt against her.

She sat on the long wooden bench and stared at the array of food in front of her, "Aimee you have to eat something," Hermione slipped a piece of toast on Aimee's plate, concern for her friend inching its way into her brown eyes. Aimee swallowed the bile rising in her throat and tried to calm her stomach, she took a tiny attentive bite of the dry toast and washed it down with some milk, she wasn't willing to test the acidity of orange juice on her stomach.

"I still don't understand why you guys were asleep on the couch together?" Ron mumbled through a mouthful of biscuits and gravy. Aimee turned to glare at him well Hermione looked disgusted.

"Honestly Ronald," Hermione wrinkled her nose at him as she tried to dodge the crums coming out of his mouth.

"Yes honestly Ronald," Aimee shot back it was a week ago and I couldn't sleep he was there we talked we fell asleep end of story," She threw the toast onto her plate and stormed out of the Great Hall and towards the Quiddich pitch.

"Really Ronald," Hermione hit him upside the head and Neville shook his head at his friends stupidity.

"Ron you really need to learn to let things go, I mean really couldn't you see she was nervous enough without your interference.

"Girls I swear, I mean I just asked a simple question."

"A question you've posed a million times in a few days," Neville shot back.

Fred and George sat down across from the trio and looked around, "Aren't you missing a key component to your little group?" Fred asked.

"She's on the Quiddich pitch, because Ronald," and here Hermione glared at Ron once again causing the boy to hold his hand up in surrender. "Wouldn't leave her alone about her and George," here she shot George an apologetic look.

"Ronald," the tone of George's voice caused Ron to freeze his fork still in midair, "I don't want you to mess with her about this do you understand me, she was having a nightmere something I can't understand something you can't understand but you know what she needed someone and if you're really her friend you'll leave her alone about it do I make myself clear," Ron only numbly nodded not sure what to do with this serious George, "Good now lets go kick some Slytherine butt." He clapped Ron on the shoulder to show there were no hard feelings and he got up to make his way to the pitch, Fred following after him his mouth slightly ajar he himself had never seen George this serious, sure he'd seen him serious but nowhere close to what he'd just shown. Though Fred did take into account that George had always been the more serious twin.

Aimee had readied herself for the match and was taking deep breaths of the tangy crisp air her broom held firmly in her hand as the boys came out of their locker room. Her Angelina Katie and Alicia smiled at the three of them and they made their way to the center of the pitch were the Slytherin's and Madame Hooch were standing.

"Ok everyone I want a fair game, Oliver and Flint shook hands and all the players were airborne, Aimee looked down at the crowd, barley visible to her as she hovered in the sky, she looked around the pale gray day and she keep her eyes open for the hint of gold that would tell her the snitch was within her range.

Bludgers were flying fast and thick around her but Fred and George always seemed to be there to deflect them. The game went on for twenty minutes without any problems, that's when she felt it her broom gave a horrible jolt and she was almost flung into mid air she clung tightly to the handle and tried despertly to stay on the broom.

Hermione, Ron and Neville were down in the stands watching the match play out when they noticed Aimee launch forward, Hermione grabbed the pair of binoculars that Hagrid was carrying and quickly looked around at Aimee and then the stands, she scanned the crowd quickly and noticed two things, one Snape was muttering but so was Quarrel and though her mind wanted to go with Snape being the culprit she knew he wasn't she'd watched him after the troll incident if anything she'd bet he was saying the counter curse but he couldn't seem to stabilize it on his own, that had to mean Quarrel was saying the jinx. "Here," she shoved the binoculars at Ron, "It's Quarrel."

"Well what are you going to do," Ron was frantic but Hermione was already gone, racing down the steps. Ron looked back at the pitch were Aimee was now hanging onto the broom with one hand George and Fred circling beneath her. He took a deep breath trying not to panic Neville was holding on to his hand tightly.

Hermione rushed up to the Teacher's stand and muttered an incarnation she'd mastered setting Professor Quarrel's robes ablaze in blue flame, she hurried away before she could be spotted and looked up just in time to see Aimee climb back onto her broom, she slipped back into the stands beside Ron who opened his mouth to say something but she shook her head telling him she'd tell him what happened latter.

Aimee had no idea what had just happened but she couldn't think on it now she had to get the snitch she looked up at the sky scanning it for a hint of gold, finally she saw it, she took off and went pelting towards it until she started o cough she landed on the ground and spit out none other than the Golden Snitch could this day get any weirder she thought as she held the prize above her head.

A/N thanks for all the reviews sorry for the long wait, next up what happens right after this and what is Snape thinking. Review if you want more.