Hermione finally revealed her plan to Harry and Ron, Polyjuice Potion. Harry gulped at this. Thinking that he was nervous about drinking it himself, Ron agreed. "I am not drinking anything that has pieces of Crabbe in it!"

"Hermione, I don't think-"

"Well FINE! " Hermione then threatened to put the book back. Ron noted that Harry didn't say a word, making him remember his suspicions.

"It's for human transformations right?"

"Yes."

"Weeeell."

Hermione glared and then Harry conceded, "Fine."

Everyone forgot about Mrs. Norris as September rolled into October. The first match of the Quidditch season was to begin. Quidditch was played on broomsticks. The two Beaters were given a club that was used to hit black balls that could move on their own, Bludgers at the opposition. Three players known as Chasers were to use a red ball, the Quaffle, to score goals into one of three hoops for 10 points each. Guarding the goals was a single Keeper who acted like a goalie. The match was never finished until the Seeker had caught a winged ball on sugar, the Snitch, earning an additional 150 points for the team. Harry had become Gryffindor's youngest Seeker last year, almost leading the team to victory. Luckily, Harry hadn't burned his broom yet.

Ron was cranky as he noticed that all the Digidestined except for the Slytherin, Kazu were cheering for Harry and the Gryffindors.

Harry leapt into action. When he had died, he hadn't lost the ability to fly on a broom. Unfortunately, he couldn't see as he used to. Angrily, Harry flipped down his goggles and froze, crashing into Draco Malfoy. He could see! Harry then started a little dance on his broom, the crowd cheering. He heard Lee yell for some music as he did some loop-die-loops. His broom was knocked out from under him by a bludger and he quickly willed himself to get colder, reuniting with his broom. Unfortunately, Madame Hooch noticed. Harry couldn't tell where the Bludger was coming from but he flew on, looking for the Snitch. As soon as he snatched the ball with his hand, he felt something fly through him.

Ron was up on his feet, yelling at Harry. He needed to move, a Bludger was coming! Ron watched as the Bludger made contact with Harry's broom and saw the broom get knocked two feet lower. He was startled when he saw Harry floating above his broom but then the boy crashed into his broom. Ron followed the twists and turns, barely noticing his brothers or the other team members. When Harry caught the Snitch, Ron leapt up and cheered, only to fall back to his seat when a Bludger flew right through Harry. As it went for another pass, Ron saw it was burning up. Before it could go for another pass, the Bludger burned up and fell to the ground, raining the stadium with ash.

Even though Harry stated that he was fine, Professor Lockhart cast a strange spell. Unfortunately, the bones in Harry's left arm melted, marrow evaporation (A.N. If the marrow hadn't been there Lockhart's spell would have done nothing.) Madame Pomphrey checked his arm, feeling the heat coming off of his body.

"My bones are gone!"

"How did you know?"

"Er… wild guess?"

Madame Pomphrey stared and he sighed, "I can feel them missing. I'll need a few minutes to regenerate them."

"Fancy that, the patient telling the doctor it's alright." (A.N. Direct quote from Neverending Story.)

Harry was dragged into the Hospital wing, his arm growing hotter and hotter as the flecks of marrow in his blood reformed into an armbone. When she handed him a bottle of Skele-grow, he lifted his left hand and grabbed the bottle, throwing in out the window. He then stretched his elbow and hand, doing the other one for good measure. She checked his arm and said, "I don't know how you are doing it, but you don't have any bone there."

"You're squeezing the wrong place. My armbone's lower. Look at my hand."

When she examined his hand, Madame Pomphrey gasped, "It-it's so small."

"Solidified bone marrow. That's why you couldn't feel my arm bone. It's really small."

To be safe, Madame Pomphrey kept Harry overnight. Around midnight, Harry watched Dumbledore and McGonagall bring in the still form of an irritating first year, Colin Creevey. When they pulled out the boy's camera, Harry was right next to them in a flash. "What happened? It smells like burnt film."

"Go back to bed Harry."

"Not tired."

"Well if you had taken your medicine."

"I'm still recovering from the floo powder this summer."

"I don't see how it, TAKE THOSE GOGGLES OFF!"

"Can't. Professor, don't open that, the film's bad."

Harry was too late, as Dumbledore had opened the camera. Sure enough, a cloud of smoke appeared, the dirty "air" causing Harry to pass out, full fire. When he next woke up, he was still on the floor, melted tile surrounding him. He felt a little dizzy from the earlier problems but e most certainly noticed the house elf. Harry had had enough and was sizzling. Takuya was in the back of his mind but Harry snapped. "Give me one reason not to burn you to a cinder right now!" The House-Elf fled, leaving Harry flaming mad.

After the latest attack, Lockhart had gained permission to start a dueling club. Harry and Draco were facing off, bodies tensed. Kazu watched from Draco's side, wondering who he should root for.

"Serpensatia!"

"Rictasempra!"

From Harry's wand, a charm hit Draco, causing him to writhe, being tickled. Harry had another problem as Draco had conjured a snake. It went after a Hufflepuff, Justin Finch-Fetchly. Through his connection with Harry, Takuya heard the conversation.

~Leave him alone.~

~Must, kill.~

~LEAVE HIM ALONE!~

When Snape had cast the spell, the damage was done. Ron left, wanting to have nothing to do with the Heir of Slytherin. Hermione told Harry that he was a Parslemouth, and that it was not common.