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CHAPTER 17: Can't End without Quidditch

"Where was I that the knight bus could hit me?"

Harry sat up groggily, his hands migrating to his head on instinct when the felling of wet sand filled the back of his brain.

"Good morning Mr. Potter."

Harry winced. He knew that scathing tone as well as he knew his name.

"Hi Draco…hehe…guess I'm in trouble eh?"

Across from him, sitting on the medical bed of one Dante Lupin-Black, sat a very pissed of blonde. Dante, likewise, had his hands crossed over his chest and a frown on his face, but the bandages on his arms and face made him less menacing then the black and blue Draco beside him. It also had something to do with the lighting. Draco was much scary when in shadow then he was in light.

"Must be because he uses two tons of shampoo." Harry said suddenly elaborating to himself of the previously discovered point. "Shit, what happened to my inner monologue?"

Dante couldn't help but laugh, earning a scowl from Draco and the title of 'Backstabber' for the remaining school year.

WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?

Harry looked down to see Vexation sitting on his lap, hair standing on end as he spat insults at his master.

WHAT WAS GOING THROUGH YOUR HEAD WHEN YOU LEFT ME BEHIND?

Sorry Vex. I really wasn't thinking. I have this hero mode where nothing comes in and nothing gets out.

Well you're going to regret it during training this summer. I promise you that!

Harry smiled and began to stroke the fur ball behind the ears as a means of apologizing. Vexation cooled off and Harry sighed. One less ticking time boom averted.

After an hour of lecture on how he couldn't leave them out of another adventure, Harry got the details out of Draco and Dante with the help of Ron and Hermione who heard he was awake from Shamus who had stopped by to deliver Madam Pomfery's potions ingredients as part of a detention for Snape.

After Hermione had gone back through the fire, she had roused Ron and insisted on taking him to the hospital wing. Inside they found Dante and Draco arguing with the medi-witch over whether or not they could leave the next morning. When they told them, Dante and Draco had rushed down the chamber with Dumbeldore, who had flown in the medical wing window.

The three had found Harry sprawled over stairs, swords fallen from his hands, burns on the front of his body, with a pile of ashes at his feet and the remains of the Mirror of Erised in a smoldering heap not far away. The stone had been completely destroyed and the creature actually thanked Harry for doing it, after deciding enough was enough. It had been a little over a week since Harry had passed out, therefore he had missed the full moon, which landed Dante back in the hospital wing, at which time he woke.

Harry received many well wishers and visitors over the next two days including: Fred and George, the majority of the females in Hogwarts from first year to third, Hagrid, Professor Flitwick, McGonagell, Sprout and last but not lest Wood, who brought him the most disconcerting news ever.

"THE GAME IS TOMORROW?!?!?!"

Vexation glared at him and slunk away to continue his nap in peace and quiet that was the essence of the boy's dorm room. Little did he know a ragging pillow fight was venting the first year boy's excitement over the up coming match.

Wood nodded fervently. "You have to play Harry! We don't have a reverse Seeker! We're trailing the other house because Fred and George pranked every teacher they could in end of the year spirits."

"Of coarse I'm going to play!"

"Oh no he's not!" Madam Pomfery and Dante shouted at the same time. They looked at each other funny then nodded in agreement and turned stern looks on the small boy.

"You're just no on the mend!" Dante pointed out.

"You shouldn't even be awake if truth be told." Madam Pomfery backed him up.

"You can't stop me." Harry taunted. Just watch me Mr. Potter. Mr. Black, your assistance please."

Dante followed the medi-witch into her office and grabbed the restraints off the wall. "Think you'll mind sharing these with your brother?" She laughed.

"Not at all." Dante smiled evilly, ready to get back at the pest for all the times he'd ever pranked him and all the moons he'd missed.

When they got back Harry was still in his bed to their surprise and he was chained down without hesitation or saying word, though he did shot his brother a hateful look.

Draco shook his head and left with Wood who looked a little reluctant to leave so quickly but in the end he just followed Draco out. Once the two hit the hall, Wood grabbed Draco's hand and ran for it. Draco soon caught up to wood's stride and was able to run on his own instead of being pulled along for the ride.

They reached the pitch just as the rest of the team was emerging, dressed and ready for action. "Where's Harry?" Fred piped up looking Draco up and down as if assessing him.

"Right in front of you." Wood smiled.

"Wood, I know it's been stressful, coming so close to winning the cup and then having your star player wind up in the hospital wing after killing out DADA teacher." Fred joked.

"But for starters, Harry had black hair not blonde." George finished.

Draco smirked and slowly, screwing up his face a bit changed from Draco Black to Harry Potter.

"I'm a metemorphmagus." Harry smiled as his teammates goggled at him. "And so is my brother. He covered for me so I could get down here." The team blinked a few times then cheered and shoved Harry into the changing tents.

Meanwhile

"Come on Harry. Isn't the silent treatment just a bit juvenal for you?" Dante tried to get a rise out of his brother, but only managed to get a sigh and a cold shoulder. Harry seemed really irked about this. Honestly, it was for his benefit. "Come on Harry. You can still watch from here. I have some binoculars here and the pitch is just outside the window." Dante wheedled. He really didn't want Harry mad at him. Standing up he unchained Harry, explaining that the look just didn't suit him.

Harry stood up reluctantly, taking the binoculars from Dante with a bit of force to show him it didn't really change anything.

The game was underway beneath them and Harry's mood seemed to lighten as he moved the binoculars back and forth following the chasers of the replacement Seeker they had scrounged up amongst the Gryffindors.

"Can I have a look?"

Harry reluctantly handed them over and moved so that Dante could get a good view of the game.

"I wonder who they got to replace you?" Dante thought aloud.

He looked closer at the players and quickly found the Seeker.

"Harry that looks just like….." Turning around Dante saw himself looked into Draco's steely gray eyes.

"Hehe" Draco laughed waving at the werewolf.

"DRACONIOUS BLACK!"

Down on the field

"DRACONIOUS BLACK!"

Harry smiled up at the hospital wing window and made a mental not that he owned Draco big time.

Returning his attention to the pitch he couldn't help but smile. The excitement of having a cup worthy team together had fired up everyone. The chasers had refused to let the Ravenclaw's chasers hold onto the Quaffle for more than seven seconds a time. Fred and George where on a roll and had knocked the Keeper off his broom close to the beginning of the game and were easily dominating the bludgers. Harry, noticing that the Ravenclaw Seeker seemed to think it a better idea to mimic him, and was mirroring his moves on the opposite side of the pitch.

They were a head forty points to Ravenclaw's zero. Angelina had just scored their fiftieth when Harry spotted the snitch. It was hovering beside Wood's ankle, on the opposite side of the pitch. Whit Chang mirroring him the way she was, Harry was forced to take a round about route to the snitch but in the end picked it right out of the air unnoticed by all until he cried "I'VE GOT THE SNITCH!"

Wood was ecstatic, he probably would have kissed Harry if the Chasers hadn't gotten their first. McGonagell could be seen in the stands doing a gloating happy dance in front of Severus Snape, who looked like he was going to kill. It was in that moment Harry decided it was time for a prank.

The Leaving Feast was an ecstatic ordeal. Gryffindor had won the Quidditch cup for the first time since Charlie Weasley had left to tame Dragons. When added into account however, that only brought Gryffindor up to second place on the point scale. Despite this, the hall was filled with cheerful chatter and the buzz of a high that had nothing to do with the odd fog that was filling the Great Hall.

True the hall was decked out in silver and green with serpents staring down at the students, but it was Gryffindor pride that filled the place, so much so that the Slytherins were unable to enjoy their triumph over the goodie-goodie muggle lovers and blood traitors.

Dumbeldore looked down the table to where the staff where sitting left and right, seeming to ask where Snape was, which was a question on many student's lips before turning to the school and drawing their ADD attention to him.

"Another year come and gone." The school cheered. "And a big congratulations to Gryffindor on winning the Quidditch cup. My chocolate frogs card collection thanks you."

This earned a laugh, especially when Dumbeldore bowed, taking off his hat to reveal a smaller replica beneath it.

"But now as I understand, the House Cup needs awarding."

The Slytherins perked up.

"In fourth place, with 322 points Hufflepuff. In third place, Ravenclaw with 335. In second place, Gryffindor with 354 and in first place Slytherin with 472."

Slytherin cheers filled the room and echoed off the walls doubling the sound.

"Yes, yes, well done Slytherin. Well done! However," The smiles on the Slytherin member's faces slipped.

"Resent events must be taken into account. To begin with, 15 points will be taken from each member of the Slytherin house who attacked two unarmed Gryffindors the day after testing so viciously that they were placed in the hospital wing for a week, leaving Slytherin with 412."

Slytherin was in an uproar. 60 points for four students?

The other houses where cheering relishing Slytherins' demise.

"Next, to Mr. Harry Potter."

The hall went dead quiet. All the heads in the place turned to look at Harry where the boy had stopped playing with Vexation and was actually listening now.

"For bravery, courage and cunning this school hasn't seen for many years, as well as the will to do good for others and protect the discarded, I award, 50 points." Gryffindor and ever other house other than Slytherin for that matter, where in an uproar.

"To Miss. Hermione Granger, for the coolheaded use of logic and friendship in the face of danger, I award 30 points." The cheers for their favorite bookworm almost matched that of their hero's acknowledgments.

"To Mr. Ronald Weasley. For the best game of chess and strategy this school has seen in many years, 20 points." The screaming was almost hysterical now.

"And so I believe a change in décor is in order." He clapped his hands and the Slytherin banners where replaced with the blinding red and gold as the Gryffindor Lions roared over head.

"Gryffindor wins the house cup!"

McGonagell was crying, Wood was raising Harry into the air with Fred and George lifting Ron and Hermione as the Gryffindor supporters all but bowed to them. It was the perfect time for a prank. Motioning almost unnoticeably with his hand, Harry moved Snape like a puppet into the hall giving everyone the biggest shock of all time.

Standing in the entrance hall was Severus Snape in a lion suit, carrying a tray of marshmallow lions, shouting "Gryffindor Rocks my socks!" every few minutes. The only thing that could have made the moment better was what happened next. In the shocked silence that filled the hall there was the sudden snap of a picture being taken, followed by thousands more.

The pictures rained down all over the hall. Moving pictures of Snape shouting his new catch phrase in his suit and carrying his tray of goodies. Under the picture was 'Go Gryffindor!' In gold and red flashing writing signed 'Hunter'.

Draco and Dante looked at Harry knowingly and hurriedly got their own and copies for friends and family. Harry took up a couple to planning to tuck them away in his scrapbook. His parents would have been proud and his uncle would have been humiliated. It was a win-win situation and Harry was loving it.

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The train was puffing steadily in the station as the students clambered back on waving goodbye to the teachers who came to see them off. Snape hadn't shown his face sense the leaving feast insisted and Draco, who thought it funny, demeaned Harry apologies to Snape the next year by pranking McGonagell. Harry, of coarse, agreed and promised to consult the Slytherin head in the best method with which to carry out the prank.

Harry was talking to Hagrid, often pausing to say good-bye to someone he didn't know before picking up the conversation.

"'er 'arry. I wanted yer to 'ave this. Sent off ter some o' your mum and dad's old friends for em. Didn't 'ave any myself. I 'ope yer like it."

With that he pushed a leather bound book into the boy's hands. Harry carefully thumbed through the pages, glancing over the book of pictures of his mother and father and Bella and Regulus and Sirius and Remus.

"Thank you Hagrid."

"I know yeah didn't 'ave any so I got 'em for an apology present."

Harry hugged him tightly and said thank you over and over again.

He climbed onto the train reluctantly and waved bye to Hagrid still saying thanks until he was out of sight.

Harry smiled and walked to the compartment, over flowing with people where his brothers had saved him the center seat next to Ron and Hermione for prime storytelling vantage point. Laughing Harry clutched his book to his chest and plunged into the center of the mob.

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When they pulled into the station, Harry, Ron and Hermione had told their story at lest 12 times with slightly varying details.

They unloaded and the three boys walked Hermione and Ron out of the station to met each of their families before they left.

"Hello Mrs. Wealsey!" Harry smiled as Ron walked over to her.

"Oh my! Harry Potter. Friends with… Oh my!" Ron smiled at his mother's reaction before addressing his little sister. Harry smiled and waved Dante off as he tried to get them to come with him to meet the Grangers. In the end he was dragged off.

"Don't bother writing. The wards on our house will stop your letters. But well send some letting you know what's up. Then you can give Harry his birthday present when we met up in Diagon Alley." Draco laughed as Harry glared at him. Mrs. Weasley seemed to be honestly considering the idea when Dante returned blushing bright red, refusing to talk about what had just happened.

The three left via back door, pulled out their motorcycles, unshrunk them and morphed into 18 year-olds and peeled out of the station's parking lot, honking and waving at the Weasleys and the Grangers who were leaving at the same time confusing everyone except Ron, the Twins and Hermione who waved back laughing.

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They pulled into the driveway with much whooping and laughing and revving of engines. They dismounted and unpacked, releasing their familiars into the open air before waltzing into the house.

"We're home!" They chorused in the same three octaves they had sung the school song in, using jazz hands to get a laugh from the family.

"I'M PREGNANT!"

"WTF?"

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