As Fae munched down on her sausage, she looked over at the Gryffindor table and saw Harry was a little pale. He barely taken a few bites of anything. She realized what today was. Today was the first Quidditch match.
"Ron's right, Harry. You're going to need your strength, today." said Hermione. Ron nodded. Harry sighed.
"I'm not hungry." He said.
"Good luck today, Potter." Harry nearly jumped and he, Hermione, and Ron turned to see Snape. They stared up at him with wide eyes in shock. Neither of them said a word. Snape sneered down at the three Gryffindors looking at Harry. "Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll a little game of Quidditch shouted be easy work for you even if it is against Slytherin." He said. They watched as Snape walked away heading towards the table with the professors. Harry looked down and noticed that Snape was limping as he walked.
"That explains the blood." He murmured quietly himself. Hermione looked at him confused.
"Blood?" She asked.
"Last night, in the girl's bathroom, I bet that it was Snape who let the troll in." Harry told her.
"Why would anyone to near that dog?" Hermione questioned.
"For whatever it's guarding. Instead, he got himself bit, that explains the limping." The three of them looked over at the table where the professors were at, looking at Snape as he sat down next to Fae.
"What was that all about?" Whispered Fae.
"Just giving Potter a little pep talk." said Snape, quietly.
"Who are you and what have you done with Snape?" Fae questioned. Snape frowned.
"Just eat your breakfast, Craft." He grumbled.
The Quidditch game has started as Gryffindor and Slytherin flyers mounted onto their brooms and were flying around in the stadium. Fae sat with Severus in the Slytherin booth with the other spectators, along with Quirrel. Fae saw Harry made a quick dart towards something, realizing that he had spotted the golden snitch. Just as he was about to grab it, Harry's broomstick suddenly began to go out of control moving wildly as it tried to shake him off. Fae felt a dark presence in the air, the same feeling that she felt with Quirrel. She slowly turned her head, glancing behind her to see him, over the panicking crowd, staring intensely at Harry. He was jinxing Harry's broomstick!
"What's goin' on with Harry's broomstick?!" Hagrid questioned. Fae turned to Severus to see him silently muttering a counter curse to keep Harry's broom balanced. Then Fae heard a shuffle underneath her feet from under the stands.
"Lacarnum inflamari." Fae heard Hermione's voice whispered quietly from under the stands as she casted the spell. A small spark shot out of her wand and landed on Snape's robes, igniting it.
"You're on fire!" Shouted a man. Snape quickly stood up, knocking over the man and several other people and Quirrel, as he quickly tried to stomp out the flames on his cloak. Fae yelped as someone fell onto her, knocking her off her seat. She was trapped under the pile of people, who were trying to get up. "Help!" Fae voice muffled in the pile. She her hand out trying to grab onto anything when a hand grabbed onto hers and pulled her out. Severus helped her up. Fae looked out towards the stadium, looking for Harry. He was flying low on the ground when he lost his balance and flipped off his broom. As Harry held his stomach as he was got up.
"Looks like he's gonna be sick!" Hagrid shouted. Harry coughed something up as it landed in his hands. It was the golden snitch.
"I got it!" shouted Harry as he held it up.
"Harry Potter's got the snitch!" The Quidditch announcer shouted. Madame Hooch blew her whistle, ending the match.
"Gryffindor wins!" She smiled. The stands up roared with cheers as they celebrated Gryffindor team's and Harry's victory, while most of the Slytherins groaned in disappointment and had nasty looks over the lost. Fae cheered for Harry, congratulating him as well. She sat back down next to Snape, who had a sour look on his face.
"Come on, don't be a sore loser." She told, smiling.
"It's not about the game. Quirrel attacked Potter." Snape hissed under his breath, quietly, over the loud and cheering crowd. Fae nodded.
"I know. This is becoming too much of a coincidence. First, the troll, now Harry." She replied.
"I was set on fire." Snape pointed out. Fae brushed off what he said.
"Well, it's not the first that you were set on fire. Back when I was still in Hogwarts and when Rakepick was teaching, before she went crazy, she did it to you as well." Snape's eyes widen a little in shock.
"What?!" Before he gritted his teeth angrily. "I should've known that it was her. I never did like her or trusted her." Fae rolled her eyes.
"It doesn't matter. We need to figure on what to do about Quirrell." She told Snape. "We need to keep a closer eye on him."
Snape made a curt nod in agreement. The two glanced over at Quirrell seeing him getting back up.