Chapter 17

Dean watched as all the first years filed over to the row of brooms. After a bit more trying, he had gotten the hang of it, and he found that flying was actually really nice when you weren't spiraling out of control.

"Alright, first years! I am Madam Hooch, and this is my assistant, Professor Young," Dean raised an eyebrow, but kept silent. The first years whispered among themselves, peeking at the intimidating man that had shown up, supposedly last night.

"Okay, guys, step up beside a broom," said Dean. He looked at Madam Hooch, and she nodded. When they were all ready, he said, "Alright. Now, hold your hand over your broom, and say, 'Up.'"

A few of them were okay at this. It was obvious they'd done this before, after all, they had been there for a month. When they were ready, Madam Hooch stepped forward and took over. Dean didn't think this would be that hard. He had to just keep an eye out for that girl that was so close to Harry.

~In the Herbology greenhouse~

Sam walked around the classroom, watching the students. They were working with the Shrivelfig today. It was sort of like a root that shriveled up when you took it out of the ground. Apparently, it was used in a lot of potions. But that wasn't what Sam was interested in.

Sam was in the same class as Harry and Hermione. A few other friends were there, but he was only concerned with Hermione.

When the class was over, Sam went to Professor Sprout and asked if he could go for a bit.

"Sure, but be back soon. The other first-years will be here soon," she said.

Sam jogged out and found Harry and Hermione talking and laughing with- Neville, was it?- and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Hello, Miss Granger?" he said, flipping to his Agent persona. "I need to ask you a few questions."

She looked at her friends, and Harry shrugged. She turned back to him and smiled. "Yeah, sure."

Sam led her to the side of the greenhouse. "My name is Agent Angus. Me and my partner are here because we heard something was wrong with Harry Potter."

Hermioone's eyes widened. "What? What's wrong?"

"Well, we haven't found anything definite," said Sam hastily. "I was wondering if you've noticed anything… different, about him."

"Well… no, other than he changed a little bit ago."

Sam narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean, 'changed?'"

Hermione looked hesitant. "Well, he wasn't acting like himself. I-I mean, I didn't know him very well, but he seemed colder. He was better this morning, though," she looked at him. "What do you think? Is something wrong with him?"

"Erm- no, nothing's wrong. Harry will be fine," Sam said, smiling. Hermione didn't look comforted, but he was sure she would be fine. "One more thing… have you smelled sulfur anywhere? Just like, rotten eggs?"

Hermione wrinkled her nose. "Yeah, it was there this morning. It faded, though."

"Okay. thank you, Hermione."

She smiled. "No problem."

Sam watched as she walked off to the castle. Could someone else be a demon? There's no reason for a random demon to be here.

Sam shrugged and walked back to the greenhouse. He couldn't do anymore now. Besides, he could see some students coming.

~Lunch in the Great Hall~

Harry was sitting at the table with Susan, Ron and Cho. Neville was in the Hospital Wing, getting his bandages changed.

"Hey, Harry, you alright? You've been spacing out all day today," said Cho, concerned.

Harry chuckled. "I'm fine. I just didn't sleep well last night."

Cho opened her mouth, but Ron interrupted. "Leave him alone, Cho. We all have those days."

Harry smiled at him gratefully, and Cho scowled at her plate. Just then, Hermione came in.

"Hey! What did Agent Angus want with you?" said Harry, moving over.

"Just some questions about the school. He said he needed help finding all of his classes," said Hermione, sitting down.

Harry nodded. He knew that wasn't what the Agent had wanted, but the others didn't know about him yet, so he would ask Hermione later.

~At the Head Table~

"And she said that she smelled sulfur this morning," finished Sam, looking at Dean.

Dean nodded, and took a moment to finish his bite of pie. "So, do you think Harry was the only demon in the school?"

"There's no way. Why would one random demon possess one student?"

Dean shrugged. "I don't know, but we can't find any others."

Sam looked down the table. "Maybe we could ask the Defense teacher? He might know something."

"No, I don't think we should involve anyone else."

Sam hesitated. "Dean… what about the British Men of Letters? I mean, this is-"

"No," said Dean, looking Sam in the eye. "We're not involving them. If we bring them in, the first thing they would do is kick us out of here and bring in Ketch. And he wouldn't hesitate, Sam. He would kill everyone he thought was a demon."

Sam looked down at his plate. "Alright. No Men of Letters."

Dean nodded and went back to his pie.

~In the Ravenclaw Dormitory~

Dear Mom and Dad,

We've got a problem. Yesterday, two hunters, Sam and Dean Winchester, came into the school and brought me up to the Headmaster's office. Apparently they had heard about the battle, but I don't know what they were doing in England. They were about to torture me, but the Headmaster didn't have the stomach for it and told them to exorcise me instead.

They don't know that I'm a cambion. They thought I'm just a kid who was possessed by a demon, but now they think something is going on in the school. They asked Hermione questions, but I had filled her in before, so she didn't give anything away. But this isn't going to end anytime soon. One is teaching in Herbology, and another in Flying.

I'm not sure what to do here. Do I kill them? That might attract more attention, but they might be bringing in other hunters soon, so I could kill them and any others that come in. They're sloppy fighters anyway.

On a lighter note, my first Quidditch match is coming up! Roger says I'm doing great, and we're working on how I can disrupt the other team's formation. I guess we'll see.

Your Loving Son,

Harry

~Out on the Quidditch pitch~

"Alright, guys, this is our last practice before our match with Hufflepuff," said Roger. "We're going to go over most of our formations today, and Harry, I'm going to be working with you personally so that we can get you ready."

Harry nodded. Roger turned to the others and said, "Randolph, take them out."

Randolph nodded and walked over to the other members of the team. Roger turned back to Harry. "Ok, Harry, I used to be a Seeker. I found out later that I'm a better Chaser, but not before learning a few things about being a Seeker. When Drew left us and I became our Captain, I trained the new Seeker. Now, I'll train you."

Harry nodded, and smiled. Roger acted serious, but he wouldn't be as hard on his team as Oliver Wood was on the Gryffindor team. He gestured to the brooms, waiting on the ground. "Shall we?"

Roger grinned. "We shall."

When they were mounted, Roger flew up to the stands. "Now, I asked Professor Flitwick, and while it took some convincing, he agreed to let me have a few Snitches."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "A few Snitches? I thought we only had one."

Roger laughed. "With all the damage you Seekers do to them? We would have to wait a couple weeks after each match just for it to be ready. No, as long as we don't break all of them this one practice, we'll be fine.

"Now, look around. See anything?"

Harry looked around the pitch. It took him a second, but soon he saw a golden speck. After that, it was easy. As far as he could tell, there were about five Snitches out there.

"You found 'em," said Roger. "There are five out there on the field. I'm going to time you. We don't leave this field until you're under two minutes. I made them glow gold a bit so they're easier to see, but that's the only help you get, okay? I'll be here. When you catch them all, come over here and I'll tell you what you did correctly, and incorrectly."

Harry grimaced. "Two minutes? Alright, I hope you're ready for a wait."

Roger laughed. "Have more confidence in yourself. You're starting in…"

Harry tightened his grip on the broom. He would go for the one by the goalposts first.

"One…"

"Two…"

"THREE!"

Harry sped off as Roger muttered something. A timer, not unlike a billboard, appeared over the stands.

Harry sped towards the Snitch. It was flying in a little circle around the goalpost on the right. Harry flew at it, and it flew to the left. Harry flew around the goalpost and followed, weaving in between the poles. The Snitch flew beside Jeremy, the Chaser, and Harry shot after it.

Jeremy had the Quaffle. Usually, Roger would be the one making the shots, but he was training the newbie, Harry Potter. So, it fell to Jeremy to make the shots, and Randolph supported him. Jeremy could see the goal. He wound back to throw the Quaffle…

When the newbie flew past him, knocking his throw off course. Randolph tried to save it, but Duncan caught it and flew the opposite direction. With nobody to block his shot, it was easy.

Harry flew past Jeremy. He heard his cry of surprise, but it faded into the background as his hand closed around the Snitch. It glowed green, and Harry let go, smoothly changing course to go after the Snitch in the stands.

Michael Corner had shown up to see if the rumors that Harry Potter had the skill of a seventh-year in Quidditch were true. Michael wouldn't say it was a seventh-year level, but he was good, that was for sure. All of this fell back in his mind when he saw the student in question speeding towards him.

Harry watched Michael, his roommate, dive out of the way. This gave Harry the chance he needed to grab the Snitch.

"Sorry!" yelled Harry as he sped away. Michael huffed.

Harry looked up at the timer. Fifty seconds. Not bad, for two Snitches, but he'd have to go faster. He looked around, wasting precious seconds, then went for the Snitch in the teacher's box.

Dodging Randolph, Harry flew at the teacher's box. The Snitch was among the seats, so Harry slowed down and hovered over the chairs. He saw it under Snape's usual chair, and hopped off his broom. Reaching down, he tried to grab it, but it flew out the other way. Harry dove and grabbed it, but he bruised his stomach. Shrugging it off, he went to the banister.

Harry couldn't see the other two Snitches, but he knew that before, one was down by the grass, and the other was under the stands. Either way, they were below him, so he grabbed his broom and leaped off the box.

The crowd gasped as Harry fell to the ground, but he put the broom under him and yanked the nose of the broom up, gaining a lot of speed from the free fall. Harry saw a Snitch under the stands, and flew after it. He could feel his Nimbus trembling under him- it wasn't made for this kind of speed- but he couldn't stop if he wanted to make the two minute deadline.

The rafters under the stands took a lot of twirling, but he managed to avoid them by flipping under, to the side, and sometimes flying up just a bit. The Snitch was the most difficult so far, but he caught at the same time as he flew out from under the stands.

Looking up, he found he had ten seconds left. He swore, but he could see the last Snitch in the middle of the field. He took off. If he could have used his free-fall move, he could have gotten it easily, but he had started below it. He gained speed fast, but the Snitch was moving away from him…

Harry reached for the Snitch. He was feet away…

1:57…

1:58…

1:59…

Harry's fingers closed around the Snitch. The aura around it flipped to green, and Harry grinned. He flew to Roger. "Not bad, eh?"

Roger nodded. "Not bad. We'll have to do it a few more times, though. You got the Snitches, but I don't want you to disrupt our team like that when you're after it."

Harry nodded. He couldn't have expected to do it perfectly the first time. Roger gathered the Snitches back together and turned their auras back to gold, and they took off.

Hey guys! That was fun. The beginning of this chapter was a bit forced, but I got past it. So, you guys asked whether Crowley knows Sam and Dean or not, and you'll find out next chapter!

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