Pain, Love, and Protection
A Harry Potter Fanfiction
Fanfiction By: Star2000fire
Chapter Two:
Freinds, Stones, Trolls..
..and Snitch's
Part: B
Disclaimer: I don't Own it, it's not mine, Im makeing no Money from it, just for fun promise.
ALL spelling error's are mine.
Warning For this Chatper: Language. Swearing. Physical Violence.
Author's Note: Okay the HPHPHP is to form a line break so you know what it is, and why it's there.
Response:
Nixie02: lol, I am I am.. and here it is..
Can you beleave that's my first cliffy?
dobbiessweetie29: nope, never heard of them, but thanks for giveing me another author to read. I alway's like haveing other thing's to Read, Perhaps you could give me the title of the story Im supposed to of copyed. I'd like a chance to read it.
Thank's if you do respond. Ohh, and before I forget I was born in 1983 so no I wouldn't be 14. but it's nice that some think's me it. Oh, and Gordric, is the name I went for.
Oh, and thanks for the flame, your my very first flamer, It's sorta cute. and no Im not trying to be sarcastic, I was starting to think I only ran into helpful people.
Anna Evans: I didn't did I..Im sorry, yes a couple other first year's will be playing Quidditch beside's Harry. Thank you for pointing that out.
...Now On with the show..
Last Time:
"Slytherin in possession," Lee Jordan was saying, "Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the - wait a moment - was that the Snitch?"
A murmer ran through the crowd as Adrian Pucey dropped the Quaffle, too busy looking over his shoulder at the flash of gold that had passed his left ear.
Harry saw it. In a great rush of excitement he dived downward after the streak of gold. Gryffindor Seeker Kenneth Towler had seen it, too.
Neck and Neck they hurtled toward the Snitch - all the Chasers seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to be doing as they hung in midair to watch.
Harry was faster then the Gryffindor Seeker - he could see the little round ball, wings fluttering, darting up ahead - he put on an extra spurt of speed -
WHAM! A roar of rage echoed from the Slytherins below - Fred Weasley had blocked Harry on purpose, and Harry's broom spun off course, Harry holding on for dear life.
"Foul!" screamed the Slytherins.
Madam hooch spoke angerily to Weasley and then orderd a free shot at the goal posts for the Slytherin.
But in all the confusion, of course, the Golden Snitch had disappeared from sight again.
Down in the Slytherin Stands Lilly and Hermione where yelling, "Send him off, Ref!Red card!"
"What are you talking about Granger, Lilly?" asked Blaise, one eyebrow raised in question.
"Red card!" Lilly said Furiously. "In soccer you get shown the red card and you're out of the game!"
"But this isn't soccer, Lilly, Granger.." Blase reminded them.
Draco however was on Their side. "They oughta change the rules. Fred could of knocked Harry clear off of his broom."
Lee Jordan was, surpriseingly, against his own team for that display.
"So - after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating -"
"Jordan!" growled Professor McGonagall.
"I mean, after that open and revolting foul - "
"Jordan, I'm warning you -"
"All right, all right. one of the Weasley twins nearly kills the Slytherin Seeker, which could happen to anyone, Im sure, so a penalty to Slytherin, Taken by Pucey, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Slytherin still in possession."
It was as Harry dodged another Bludger, which went spinning dangerously past his head, that it happend.
His broom gave a sudden, frightening lurch.
For a split second, he thought he was going to fall. He gripped the broom tightly with aboth his hands and knees. He'd never felt anything like that.
It happend again. It was as though the broom was trying to buck him off.
But Nimbus Two Thousands did not suddenly decide to buck their riders off.
Harry tried to turn back toward the Slytherin goal posts - he had half a mind to ask Flint to call time-out - and then he relized that his broom was completely out of his control.
He couldn't turn it. He couldn't direct it at all. It was Zigzagging through the air, and every now and then makeing Violent swishing movements that almost unseated him.
and all the while Lee was still commentating.
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"Slytherin in possession - Flint with the Quaffle - Passes Spinnet - passes Bell - hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hop it broke his nose - only joking, Professor - Slytherins score - oh no..." The Slytherins were cheering. No one seemed to have noticed that Harry's broom was behaving strangely.
It was carrying him slowly higher, away from the game, jerking and twitching as it went.
"Dunno what Harry thinks he's doing." Draco mumbled. He stared through his binoculars. "If I didn't know better, I'd say he'd lost control of his broom...but he can't have..."
Lilly's head snapped around and up as she narrowed her eye's, her brother indeed was haveing problems with his broom.
Suddenly, people were pointing up at Harry all over the stands.
His broom had started to roll over and over, with him only just managing to hold on. Then the whole crowd gasped.
Harry's broom had given a wild jerk and Harry swung off it. He was now dangling from it, holding on with only one hand.
"Did something happen to it w hen Weasley blocked him?" Blaise whispered.
"Can't have," Draco said, his voice shaking. "Can't nothing interfere with a broomstick except powerful Dark magic - no kid could do that to a Nimbus Two Thousand."
At those words, Lilly seized Draco's Binoculars, but instead of looking up at Harry, as she so badly wanted to do, she started looking Frantically at the crowd.
"What are you doing?" Moaned Draco, gray-faced.
"I knew it," Lilly gasped, "Quirrell - look." Draco grabbed the binoculars. Quirrell was in the middle of the stands opposite them. He had his eyes fixed on Harry and was muttering nonstop under his breath.
"He's doing something - Jinxing the broom," said Lilly.
"What should we do?"
"Leave it to me."
Before Draco could say another word, Lilly had disappeared.
Draco turned the binoculars back on Harry.
His broom was vibrating so hard, it was almost impossible for him to hang on much longer.
The whole crowd was on its feet, watching, terrified, as Flint and Pucey flew up to try and pull Harry safely onto one of their brooms, but it was no good - every time they got near him,
the broom would jump higher still.
They dropped lower and circled beneath him, obviously hoping to catch him if he fell.
Fred Weasley seized the Quaffle and scored five times without anyone noticing.
"Come on, Lilly." Draco Muttered Desperately. but if you'd accused him of showing fear for his freind,
he would of called you a lier. after all, Malfoy's don't show fear.
Lilly had fought her way across to the stand where Quirrell stood, and was now racing along the row behind him; she didn't even stop to say sorry as she nocked professor Flitwick headfirst into the row infront. Reaching Quirrell, she crouched down, pulled out her wand, and whispered a few, well-chosen words.
Bright blue flames shot from her wand onto the hem of Quirrell's robes.
It took perhaps thirty seconds for Quirrell to relize that he was on fire.
A sudden yelp told her she had done her job, scooping the fire off him into a little jar in her pocket, she scrambled back along the row - Quirrell would never know what had happend.
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It was enough. Up in the air, Harry was suddenly able to clamber back onto his broom.
Harry was speeding toward the ground when the growd saw him clap his hand to his mouth as though he was about to be sick - he hit the feild on all fours - coughed - and something gold fell into his hand.
"I've got the snitch!" he shouted, waving it above his hand, and the game ended in complete confusion.
"He didn't Catch it, he nearly Swallowed it." Wood was still howling twnty minutes later, but it made no difference - Harry hadn't broken any rules and Lee Jordan was still happily shouting the results - Slytherin had won by one hundred and seventy points to sixty. Harry heard none of this, though.
He was being made a cup of strong tea back in Hogwarts, by Professor Snape, with Lilly and Draco.
"It was Quirrell," Draco was explaining, "Lilly and I saw him. He was cursing your broomstick, muttering, he wouldn't take his eyes off you."
Harry glanced at Professor Snape who shook his head. "I don't know who was doing it, all I knew was it took black magic to make a broom act that way, and started the counter curse..I couldn't break eye contact to search for the person doing it. but..Quirrell? he's so..so.. timied.." he mutterd under his breath.
"Why would Quirrell do something like that?" Harry asked thin air.
Lilly, Draco, and Harry looked at one another, wondering what to say. Harry Decided on the truth.
"Maybe because he was trying to get past that three headed dog on Halloween. when someone let the Troll in as a distraction, only you went to check on it before he could get a chance to get past the three headed dog."
Snape droped his teapot.
"How did you know about Fluffy?" Came the soft almost deadly voice.
"Fluffy?"
"Yeah-He's Hagrid's- he bought him off a greek chappie he met in some pub last year -and lent him to Dumbledore to gaurd the-" Snape seemed to relize what he'd been about to say and glared at them.
Harry stared at his Head of house. but then they left and stalked away. as they walked, and just before they left hearing range of the half open door they heard Snape muttering something about "Dumbledore and his stupied freind, Nicolas Flamel better know how much trouble he's beinging to this school.." and then the door closed sharply. cutting it all off.
The Mirror of Erised
Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself coverd in several feet of snow.
The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban.
The few owls that managed to battle their way through the stormy sky to deliver mail had to be nursed back to health by Hagrid before they could fly off again.
No one could wait for the holidays to start. While the Slytherin corridors had become icy and a bitter wind rattled the windows in the classrooms.
Worst of all were, or so the other student's said, Professor Snapes classes down in the dungeons, where their breath rose in a mist before them and they kept as close as possible to their hot cauldrons.
"I do feel so sorry," said Draco Malfoy, one Potions class, "For all those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they're not wanted at home."
He was looking over at Gordric as he spoke. Crabbe and Goyle chuckled.
"Draco that wasn't nice.. and ribbing Gordric is just gonna make him aim for me and Lilly while your gone." Harry scolded gentle.
Draco pouted. "Aww drats, and here I thought Duddum's would respond." Lilly's whisperd response of "He doesn't have the brains to get the insult.." had them chuckleing..
Gordric had been even more unpleasant than usual since the Quidditch match. Disgusted that the Gryffindors had lost, he had tried to get everyone laughing at how a wide-mouthed tree frog would be replaceing Harry as Seeker next.
Though that had angerd Draco enough to hex the boy, he'd otherwise been ignored because people had been impressed on how Harry had managed to stay on his broom, let alone catching the Snitch at the same time.
Draco knew and even understood why Harry and Lilly weren't going back to Privet Drive for Christmas. Professer Snape had come around the week before, making a list of students who would be staying for the holidays, and Harry had signed up at once. He didn't feel sorry for himself at all, and he knew Lilly didn't feel sorry for herself ; This would probably be the best Christmas they'd ever had.
Of course Ron and his brothers were staying, too, because Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were going to Romania to fisit their brother Charlie.
If he was lucky he wouldn't run into the red heads, ifn ot, well thing's could alway's be worse.
When they left the dungeons at the end of Potions, they found a large fir tree blocking the corridor ahead. Two enormus feet sticking out at the bottom and a loud puffing sound told them that Hagrid was behind it. Gordic started talking to the Half giant. "Hey Hagrid, want any help?" Harry stoped dead surprised,
Gordric never offerd to help with anything.
"Nah, I'm all right, Thanks Gordric.."
"Would you mind moving.." Harry steped down hard on his foot and glared at him,
causeing the blond to gasp a little in pain while Lilly poked him hard in the side. "Be nice, he's got a huge tree and very little space to move. he'll move when he's able."
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Lilly Smirked at Malfoy's expresion but otherwise watched Weasley and Gordric like a hawk, not willing to let them hex her or her brother, and freind.
The twins, plus Malfoy fallowed Hagrid into the great hall.
"Ah, Hagrid, the last tree- put it in the far corner, would you?"
The hall looked spectacular. Festoons of holly and mistletoe hung all around the walls, and no less then twelve towering Christmas trees stood around the room,
some sparkling with tiny icicles, some glttering with hundreds of candles.
They watched as Professor Flitwick, who had golden bubbles blossoming out of his wand and was trailing them over the branches of the new tree, balanced on a pile of books, boxes, and crates. so he could decorate the tree. "Wow.." Lilly said softly stareing at all the trees.
"Aint you ever seen a christmas tree before?" Draco asked a bit uncertian.
The twins shook their head. "No, we were never allowed out on christmas, only .." Lilly steped down hard on her brother's foot befoe he gave to much away.
Causeing Harry to go a bright pink.
"What, what do you mean you where never allowed out on Christmas?" Draco knew the twins shared no love with their muggle family, but Lilly refused, and Harry agreed, to allow him to find out anything more, other then they hated them.
The twins changed the subject. Lilly asking what several of the Decorations were..
and what Wizarding custom's where for christmas.
Finely they headed to the library to continue looking up things on Nicolas Flamel.
Harry could swear he'd heard, or read something about him some where but couldn't remember where.
They had been searching books for Flamel's name ever since Snape had let it slip, because how else were they going to find out what Quirrell was trying to steal?
The trouble was, it was very hard to know where to begin, not knowing what Flamel might have done to get himself into a book.
He wasn't in Great Wizards of the Twentieth Centry, or Notable Magical Names of Our Time; he was missing too, from Important Modern Magical Discoveries, and A Study of recent Developments in Wizardry.
And then, of course, there was the sheer size of the library; tens of thousands of books; thousands of shelves; hundreds of narrow rows.
Lilly Grabed a book for a bit of light reading over the holiday's, the book was far larger then most books, that would be considerd light reading by other's, not that it fazed her in the least. she turned, and nearly droped the book when she almost ran into Hermione.
"Good Gods girl can't you make some noise when your moveing.?" she snapped at the bushy haired girl. who blushed red.
"I..Im sorry I was just, picking up a book for a bit of light reading.." she stutterd. and Lilly had to show her some type of kindness. she was a semi freind after all. "Im sorry, I just, I don't like people sneaking up on me.."
Hermione frowned. "Why's that?" Lilly scowled at her, Green eye's loseing their warmth. and a haunted look entering. "Because..it can be painful if it happens." she steped around the girl and moved to check the book out from Madam Pince.
The librarian.
Lilly watched as Harry took out a list of subjects and titles she had decided to search while Draco strode off down a row of books and started pulling them off the shelves at random.
Lilly wandered over to the Restricted Section.
She had been wondering for a while if Flamel wasn't somewhere in there.
Unfortunately, you needed a specially signed note from one of the teachers to look in any of the restricted books, and she knew she'd never get one.
These were the books containing powerful Dark Magic never taught at Hogwarts, and only read by older students studying advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"What are you looking for, girl?"
"Nothing." Lilly said, then winced. and instantly wished she'd kept her mouth shut.
Madam Pince the librarian brandished a feather duster at her.
"You'd better get out, then. Go on - out!"
Wishing she'd been a bit quicker at thinking up some story, Lilly left the library.
She, Harry and Draco had already agreed they'd better not ask Madam Pince where they could find Flamel.
They were sure she'd be able to tell them, but they couldn't risk Quirrell hearing what they were up to.