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Prompt: More Trouble (#359)

November 1991

It was the first Quidditch game of the season, though Violet didn't really know what the game was or how it was played as Tracey had no interest in it and Violet didn't talk to anyone else in their House.

However, at eleven a.m, both girls found themselves seated in the Slytherin stands, staring at the game as it started. Mostly because Harry was playing and Violet felt she should at least be supportive of her brother, even if she was still upset with him about the whole troll fiasco. And even if she was sporting her Slytherin cloak, scarf and gloves.

And of course, if Violet was going to freeze in the stands, she was going to drag Tracey with her. It was her honest opinion, that Tracey needed to get out more.

Luckily, Gemma Farley didn't really seem to mind explaining the rules of the game to the girls. Well, mostly for Violet's benefit as Tracey didn't really care and was watching the game with boredom on her small features.

"So are you any good on a broom?" Gemma asked, turning briefly to look at the short, skinny first year. Violet merely shrugged her shoulders, paying rapt attention to the game. It was played at such speeds, that it seemed a little difficult to keep up with.

"She's practically as good as her brother," Tracey piped up for her friend in a very matter-of-fact tone: Violet never seemed to boast of her talents.

"Oh! So maybe we'll have our own Potter Seeker next year?" Gemma teased, nudging Violet. But the short, dark-haired girl shook her head.

"I can't keep up with the snitch," Violet replied not taking her eyes off the Slytherin chasers. For a moment, she thought of the tidbit Harry had told her that he'd learned from his friend Hermione. Their father was Quidditch Captain when he was in school and his position was Chaser. "Maybe a chaser," she commented distractedly, watching the fluid way the Chasers seemed to move and work together that it seemed almost like a ballet on brooms.

However, as she watched a bludger sent barreling through the air and nearly hitting one of the Gryffindor Chasers in the head, she found that the idea of suffering broken bones or concussions did not appeal to her.

"I think I'd rather watch," Violet commented with a grimace.

"Well, not to discourage you from trying out next year, but it would probably be for the best. Flint isn't quite a benevolent or merciful leader," the brunette prefect offered conversationally, to which Violet and Tracey both looked at her with wide eyes and raised brows.

Turning back to the game as Gemma cheered loudly as Slytherin made another goal, Violet started to pay the chasers rapt attention once more. She didn't immediately notice that anything was wrong until Tracey suddenly grasped her arm very hard.

"Look!" the auburn-haired girl exclaimed when Violet turned to give her a very vexed glare.

Turning away from her friend, she followed the gloved finger to what she was pointing at and felt her heart leap into her throat as her stomach tightened.

High over the heads of the other players, where her brother had spent a good deal of the game just hovering to watch, Violet found her brother riding his broom as one would ride a bucking bull.

"What is he doing?" Violet asked alarmed as she started to shove her way out of her seat and towards the edge of the stands, as if that would allow her to see what was happening any better.

She felt her heart leap as the broom started to roll with Harry just barely hanging on. She could hear the jeering and laughing from her House-mates, but she ignored it as she continued to watch Harry.

The next moment, the broom had bucked wildly and she felt her stomach lurch as she saw her brother suddenly dangling from the broom by one hand.

"What the hell is happening?" Violet asked, turning to look at Tracey who very comfortingly, didn't find the situation the least bit amusing and showed a grave expression.

"Only thing I can guess would be someone jinxing the broom but... no student would be capable of a jinx of that caliber," Tracey replied with a frown, knowing this for a fact because her father was a very good Auror and Tracey always had a fascination with Defense and the Dark Arts. It was what she and her father mostly bonded over.

Violet only distantly absorbed this as she watched Gryffindor's beaters try and get her brother safely onto one of their brooms, resulting in Harry's broom moving higher. All they could do was circle underneath as Harry continued to hang on by his fingers, but the broom was vibrating so hard that Violet feared that Harry would lose his grip any second.

"Why aren't the teachers doing anything?!" Violet cried in frustration, hating the fact that all she could do was stand there and wring her hands as tears sprouted in her eyes and her heart leaped into her throat, constricting it.

As if to check to see if any of them were bothering to help, her eyes flicked to the stands where the majority of the school staff seemed to be seated. Her gaze unwittingly fell on the purple turban and she found, much to her astonishment that Quirrel was staring at her brother without blinking, his face twisted into an almost satisfied concentration, his eyes gleaming strangely.

A cold chill swept up her spine as she stared at the man. She wasn't exactly sure what it was about Quirrel, but something about him seemed off and it wasn't his stutter. He gave her the creeps, ever since Harry, Hagrid and she ran into him in The Leaky Cauldron.

"Jinxing... it involves eye contact... right?" Violet asked tremulously, vaguely recalling something that Tracey had once told her.

"Yes, it's a requirement, otherwise it doesn't work," Tracey replied, giving her friend a curious look just as Violet moved towards the stairs, unable to simply stand there and watch any longer.

She wasn't really sure what she was doing as she started to run down the stairs, only vaguely aware that she was moving towards the teacher's stands. However, she hadn't quite made it there, before she heard the cheering coming from the field. Turning instead towards the pitch, she saw her brother standing in the middle of the field, holding up one of his hands.

Not really caring what just happened, Violet ran onto the pitch, shoving away the Gryffindor team-members that blocked her way as they landed and throwing herself at Harry. Her arms wrapped tightly around him as she pressed her face into his neck.

"Vi... can't breathe," Harry wheezed as he patted his sister lightly on the back.

Pulling away and wiping away any stray tears that had fallen, Violet punched her twin lightly on his chest.

"You are more trouble than you're worth. Don't EVER do that to me again!"

XxX

Severus stood, staring down into the pitch, completely unamused. He could feel a bead of sweat, collecting by his temple, thankfully hidden by his hair.

His eyes narrowed, watching the Potter girl shoving her way through the Gryffindor players like a little wrecking ball, until she reached her brother.

A twinge that felt remarkably like jealousy resonated within him, as he watched the female Potter, enveloping her twin tightly in her arms.

Thus far, this was not his day.

Gryffindor defeating Slytherin, was the least of his worries, but still somehow managed to make the list of things that were wrong with this particular day.

His robes had mysteriously, caught on fire. Fortuitous, really, when one took into account the results. But it was highly unlikely to be an accident, it was suspicious even. And in spite of the results, Severus didn't take very kindly to being set on fire.

More disturbing, were the particular events of today's match. An attempt, a clumsy one which -still - would have been effective given enough time, had been made on the male Potter progeny. Not a matter to be taken lightly. And one that was highly concerning, considering the boy was only eleven years old.

Turning his head slightly, he caught sight of the Headmaster, who while seated and smiling, had a steely expression in his blue eyes.

As his black eyes met the Headmaster's sparkling blue, they both exchanged a grave look. In his head, Severus could hear the Headmaster's voice, instructing him to keep a sharper eye on Harry and on Quirrel.

With an imperceptible nod, Severus turned away to leave the stands. A scowl etched onto his face, he ruminated on the fact that with only three months into the Potters first year, the twins were already more trouble then they seemed to be worth.

TBC...

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