Disclaimer: I don't own H.P. If i did I'd be rich! and happy!!!

A/N: Guys, i had to cut the story short XD this was supposed to be the longest chapter, but my pc is broken and i had to type this in my school computer (I don't have a free hour so when my teacher didn't come i said 'what the hell!' and ran to write it). I've also been busy with my Legend of Zelda fic, hehe. There will be a fic that comes as a sequel to this one and its book six, remade! Review plz!

"Memories are nice, but that's all they are"

---Rikku (Final Fantasy 10)

That bitter first day after the winter holidays had ended was still cold. A rain almost verging on snow pattered down the Quidditch stadium and blurred the castle walls from his sights. Harry feebly held his wand up with a shield in order to protect his head. Sheltered beneath his weak roof, he shook the droplets of rain from his glasses. From the dim grey of the path to Hogwarts, he watched the sky to see if there was any trace of the setting sun. Behind him, a few remaining team members were huddled as close to each other as possible in search of warmth. The silver good-luck charm that Ginny had given Ron last year rattled against a crimson Gryffindor amulet the he wore in his left wrist. Lighting shone above them and Angelina shuddered. Of course, she was afraid of lightening and thunder.

"Don't move too close to the entrance, Harry! Last thing I want is for my seeker to get struck by lightning…"

Harry grumbled an oath under his chattering teeth. Wait too long and the storm might get worse, just like it had the first week. For now, the frigid rain was light but persistent, and worsening by the minute. He stepped back into the entrance of the Quidditch stadium to meet with his three fellows. Despite Fred holding her, Angelina still shivered heavily.

"Looks like we're stuck here" Ron muttered next to him. Harry shook his head.

"I have to meet with McGonagall. She's going to help me find a tutor for history this week.…"

"You're failing history? Harry, it's just a bunch of parchment and words from the past. How can you be failing it?" Angelina said while glaring at him. Of course, he should've known. If he failed one class he would be off the team, and she didn't want that to happen. Harry was sure she would rather get struck by lightning.

"Can't blame you, mate. I fall asleep every time that man opens his mouth" Ron said with a lopsided grin. Fred snickered as he nodded.

"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm gonna leave."

Harry bent down to pick his broom and darted out of the stadium on shaky legs, wet jeans slapping against his ankles. The warmth of the castle sounded very welcoming to him, even if he had to spend the rest of the day miserably in a chair listening to his tutor rambling about wizards and witches of long ago. The unrelenting rain chased him all the way to the castle entrance, getting heavier by the minute. He could see Ron's figure running behind him, so he waited at the dry entrance for his friend.

"Bloody hell…that's the worst rain shower we've had all week!" The Weasley had caught the worst of the storm. He dripped like a dog as he walked up the stairs with him. If not for the fact that he had tutorials, he would've gladly stayed in the Gryffindor changing rooms. But he hated when McGonagall broke into arguments with him, so after he changed into dry clothing he ran downstairs to her classroom.

The professor sat in her chair reading the daily prophet, a cup of tea on her other hand. The glossy surface of a picture stared back at him from the front page and pointed excitedly. He hurried past the tables in the classroom and to her desk, the letter that she had sent to him clutched tightly in his grip. McGonagall hadn't even bothered to look up from where she was reading. Afraid he was in some sort of trouble, he approached her nervously.

"Professor…?"

"Charms classroom" she said, her eyes still scanning the newspaper.

"Erm…ok…" He exited the room and ran down the stairs to the new history classrooms, hoping that whoever this tutor was, he wouldn't get too mad at him.

"Oh…bloody…oh…bloody….oh god! Bloody hell!!"

Marietta stood at the entrance to the prefect's bathroom, as far away from the stalls as she possibly could. Her hand was clasped over her mouth in discomfort as she watched her friend heaving. She had been in here for the past ten minutes, so Marietta had ventured in just to make sure she was feeling all right. At first she seemed ok, just staring at her reflection in the mirror while the water in the sink rushed out. 'Are you ok?' May be she if she would've just stayed quiet…

"Oh…God! Bloody hell!!" She said weakly. Her friend heaved once more, this time pressing a hand against her mouth forcefully. Oh, it was coming now. Marietta resisted the urge to run out of the bathroom and rushed to her friend's aid, helping her stand up as she wobbled.

"I don't feel so good…" her friend panted as she flushed heavily. Sweat beads ran down her forehead despite the cool air that ran through the castle. Her face was unnaturally white, even for her pale skin. She hugged her stomach again and Marietta braced herself for the worst. She gagged. Once…twice…then she stopped and looked at her curly-haired friend with watering eyes. "Help.."

"Oh, Cho…" Marietta ran a hand up and down her friend's back soothingly. "I'm going to fetch Madam Pomfrey"

"No" She grasped the end of her sleeve forcefully "you can't tell anyone!!" Startled by her sudden outburst, Marietta just stared at her in disbelief

"Wh- why not?!" She asked once she had regained her voce. Cho gagged again and she looked away, trying not to gag herself. After a few minutes on not hearing anything but the sounds Cho made when she heaved, Marietta turned to her friend once more. "That's it! We don't know what you have and I'm going to the infirmary to warn them!"

"No" Cho groaned. She latched feebly onto the stall's wall for support. "I know what's wrong"

"What is it then?" Tears ran down her brown eyes freely as she stared at her.

"Mari- beb" then her stomach heaved, she gagged and she leaned into the toilet as she spilled whatever she and eaten while Marietta stared at her in surprise…and maybe a little disgust for the sight.

"You disappeared last night! 'Mione was so worried she said she was going to call McGonagall!" Ron looked relieved, but Hermione on the other hand was furious. "I told her you'd be all right, but nooo, she just had to make a fuss" Harry shook his head as he sank deeper into the common room's cushioned seats. Hermione's gaze softened when his face fell.

"Something wrong, Harry?"

"No, just tired, that's all"

"Are you sure?"

"Drop it, Hermione." He said more forcefully than intended.

"But-"

"I said drop it!" He stood up and left for the dormitory, cursing heavily under his breath.

"Bloody hell! What's gotten into him!" Ron exclaimed.

"No idea. Maybe you should ask him?"

"Maybe later…he does look tired"

"You're right…Ron" He beamed at her words. Hermione shook her head with a sigh and turned her attention to her history book again.

A/N: review! Oh, there will be a sequel to this, its a remake of book six, hope you enjoy it! Thanks for your support and i hope the best to yall this X-mas!!