Harry: "What're you doing, messing with an old chapter?"

I was writing out the next one when I realized I screwed up in this one.

Harry: "How'd you mess up?"

I forgot some dialogue that's important for later events.

Harry: "How'd you forget that stuff?"


I didn't have the book on hand at the time and originally had to do this chapter from memory, give me a break!

"You look... terrible..." Hermione commented, seeing the bags under Harry's eyes.

"My dormmates had me up half the night retelling what I did to the troll... slightly edited to not give them nightmares," Harry explained, adding on the last bit when he saw the look on his friend's face, "When some of the older years snuck in to hear me tell it again I was up even longer!"

Luna patted the top of Harry's head, in a comforting gesture before going back to her breakfast: pancakes covered in ketchup.

Harry stared a moment before commenting, "I've seen people eat eggs with ketchup but never pancakes..."

"Wanna try?" Luna offered, holding out a piece on her fork.

"I'll try anything at least once," Harry muttered before leaning over and eating the piece. He chewed, swallowed, and made a face, "Not really to my liking, Alba."

Luna just gave a shrug as she went back to her food, pouring a but more of the liquid tomato on top.

Hermione watched the interaction a moment before taking a bite out of her toast, "Are you going to watch the Quidditch match today?"

"Who's playing?" Harry responded, grabbing an apple.

"Gryffindor versus Slytherin, those are always fun," Fred and George answered, showing up.

"Because it's your house?" Harry smirked, taking a large bit out of the fruit.

"That and the fact we're both on the team," the twins grinned.

"I'll go check it out, it only to see which positions I might be good for," Harry spoke through a full mouth.

"Preparation for next year?" the two responded.

"I was offered to be put on the team this year after saving Nev from breaking something during flying lessons," Harry responded before cutting off Hermione, "The reason you didn't know is that when anyone talks about Quidditch, you tune it out."

Hermione closed her mouth since Harry did have a point.

"You're the perfect size for a Seeker," one of the redheads mused.

"Which one's that?" the blue haired boy asked.

"I'll point it out to you," Luna offered, finishing up her meal, "The game is going to start soon."

"That's right, we have to head off to the lockers, see you around, kiddo," Fred and George quickly ran off.

"This will be fun, especially if those two are playing," Harry grinned.

"Let's head down to the pitch, before the good seats are taken," Luna suggested.

"By the way, have you seen Jin around?" Harry asked as they walked down to the pitch.

"I think he's been around the dog Hagrid has," Hermione offered.

"I guess he finally found a playmate his own size or at least one who's an animal," Harry grinned, "Maybe he'll burn off enough energy that he doesn't chew on my bedposts..."

Hermione could not help but pause in her walking at the offhanded comment, "...was that a joke?"

"Nope, Jin chews on things when he's bored," Harry honestly answered before muttering to himself, "I should get him some of those chew toys for dogs so he doesn't mess up his teeth or mouth but then again he might end up destroying those..."

"Decide later, the game is about to start," Luna advised, bringing attention to the fact they were already at the pitch and had gotten seats with a good view of most of the field.

"What position do Fred and George have?" Harry asked, a wide smile crossing his face as he saw one of the twins hit the dark ball towards someone on the Slytherin team.

"Those are Beaters,a Random Student answered, "They protect their teammates from Bludgers and hit them at the other team to try and distract them."

"Cool," Harry remarked, still smiling.

"The Seeker is the one looking out for the Golden Snitch," Luna pointed to the person floating higher above the game.

"So he just sits there? That's kinda boring," Harry remarked.

"The Snitch is worth 150 points and ends the game," Luna provided.

"Seems that whichever team catches that thing wins the game, so it's a bit pointless to be scoring points..." Harry mused.

"That's not always the case," the Random Student cut in, "A few world cup matches have ended with the winning team not being the one that cause the Snitch, mainly because the games were running long."

"What's the record for the longest game?" Harry asked.

"Three months," Another student chimed in.

"...holy Hermes, that must've sucked," Harry responded before turning back to the game.

--__--__--

"Why's he here?" someone asked, pointing at Harry.

"Professor Flitwick recommended me; I told him I'd tryout first because people would be pissed if I was just put on the team," Harry answered.

"That's very diplomatic of you," the Captain commented.

"Don't get used to it," Harry deadpanned as he wandered off to the group trying out for the Beater position.

The other students there quietly mocked the first year for thinking of trying for the position but were completely silenced when he took up the bat and the Bludger was released.

"You have a good arm for a first year," the Captain commented, surprised at how far the Bludger had flown when Harry had hit it.

"You should see me throw stuff!" Harry laughed before tossing the bat to another Beater tryout.

"Maybe you should try being a Chaser?" the Captain said as a joke.

"Nah, I like throwing smaller things," Harry honestly responded, walking over to where two other Ravens stood by to try for the Seeker, he paused a moment before speaking in a low tone to the other two, "The only reason I'm trying out this position is because my friends bugged me to."

The boy who seemed to be a third year did fairly well but the girl, Cho from what Harry heard mentioned, did quite better. When it came to the first year's turn, everyone was impressed by how quickly Harry caught the glittering orb.

The tryouts went smoothly and at the end the captain announced who would have what position, which caused a bit of friction when Harry heard where he was placed.

"I wanna be a freaking Beater! I get to hurt other people without getting in trouble!" Harry argued.

"But the thing is, you're more suited for a Seeker because of your light weight and small size," the Captain pointed out, slightly scared at how the first year was acting.

"I wanna hurt people!" Harry exclaimed with a pout, "If I'm not a Beater, I won't play!"

"Alright, alright. You can be a Beater but I'm putting you as a reserve Seeker," the Captain sighed.

"Beater first, Seeker second," Harry grumbled before turning to Cho, "You better do good and stay in the game so I don't take your spot."

The second year was a bit speechless before nodding her head in firm agreement.

--__--__--

Harry barely heard the commentary of the game, he was too busy having fun flying around hitting the Bludgers at the Hufflepuff team. His attention was caught when he heard the crowd let out a sound that didn't seem like excitement for the game, forcing him to look around the field. It was then that the first year noticed that Cho was on the ground being looked over.

"What's up with Cho?" Harry asked, landing fairly close to the Captain.

"Bludger broke some of her ribs, she's out of the game," the Captain sighed before looking at Harry.

"...you owe me chocolate for this," Harry groused, knowing what the older player was thinking as he handed the reserve Beater his bat.

"There's a bit of a change up for the Ravenclaw team, it looks like they called in one of their reserve Beaters so Harry Potter could takeover as Seeker!" Lee Jordan announced, having been told what had occurred, "I wonder why they didn't have him as a Seeker in the first place, he's built for it..."

"I like being a Beater!" Harry yelled out as he flew pass, the microphone catching his voice and echoing his message to the rest of the stadium, causing a lot people to laugh.

The Chasers scored a few more points while Harry did a few circuits around the stadium to get into the flow of things, when his broom suddenly jerked under his hands. He barely let out a noise of surprise when his brook nearly bucked him off, causing him to grip the handle tightly.

"That's not good," Luna idly commented, watching as Harry rolled through the air.

"A brand new broom shouldn't do that," Hermione murmured, scanning through the crowds with her binoculars before stopping and handing them to the other girl, "Look at Snape!"

Luna looked through and saw that the Slytherin head was staring unblinkingly at Harry while mouthing words, "It looks like he's casting something in Harry's direction..."

"He's jinxing the broom!" Hermione concluded before running off through the crowd.

Luna watched the other girl leave before turning her gaze back to her struggling friend, a single thought going through her mind, 'Harry, I know you'll get out of this.'

Eventually the barrel rolls took their toll and Harry lost his grip, sending him flying and crashing into the teacher's box of the Quidditch stands, landing on Professors Snape and Quirrel.

"Dude, that was almost as great as the Tilt-a-Whirls at the carnival..." a slightly dizzy Harry mused as he lay where he crashed. Blinking his eyes to get his bearings, he saw the glint of the Snitch nearby. Quickly flipping upright, he made to jump from the stands and

back onto his broom but was held back by his robes having been caught on something. Growling, Harry quickly undid the arm guards and clasps that kept the robe attached to him and jumped onto his broom in time to see the Snitch move rapidly towards the ground.

"You're not getting away that easy!" Harry declared, shooting after the object like a bullet.

Harry caught up to the other Seeker and was quickly drew even to his level, both of them flying straight towards the ground. The other Seeker glanced nervously between Harry and the ground before pulling up, shadowing the Raven from several feet higher as he continued to follow the Snitch.

Eventually the Snitch leveled out and flew no higher than a foot or so off the ground with Harry close behind. Harry tried to reach out and grabbed the glimmering object but it was just out of reach, so he lunged forward and upset his center of gravity, sending him off his broom and through the air, tumbling on the ground before quickly popping back up onto his feet.

"What a nice recovery!" Lee Jordan spoke, "But where's the Snitch gone?"

Harry answered that question by opening his mouth and pulling the golden object out, "That was an interesting taste..."

"...he caught it in his mouth... Harry Potter has caught the Snitch, the game's over with Ravenclaw victorious!" Lee announced.

Harry was dog piled by several of his teammates who were excited at the win and how the first year had performed.

"Get off me or you're getting black eyes!" Harry joked, laughing as the team congratulated him as they went back to the lockers.

As he left the lockers, sometime after the rest of the team had gone and most of the crowd had too, Harry noticed the unique hair color belonging to a certain Slytherin.

"Not a bad first game," Draco commented.

"Would've liked that Cho stayed in, I really like being a Beater," Harry responded.

"As shown by the fact at least one of the Hufflepuff players has cracked ribs," the Slytherin deadpanned.

Harry simply laughed, "Any particular reason you're delaying me from celebrating my first game and win?"

"My father just sent me back a letter, it seems that Dumbledore is only getting off with a warning..." Draco stated.

"...what the hell?!" Harry exclaimed, "He tried to screw up my memories and all he gets is a bloody warning?!"

"Dumbledore has a lot of influence and most people don't think that the next Merlin is capable of doing what you said," Draco pointed out.

"Still, that's a load of crap," Harry retorted, "It's not gonna stop me from making my time here hell for him."

Draco was a bit disturbed by the wide smile that crossed Harry's face.

"If that's all you have to tell me, I'll see you around," Harry walked off before calling over his shoulder, "I'm glad your goons weren't around, it's easier to talk when you don't have them, Draconis!"

It took a moment for the blonde to realize what the other boy had called him, "How do you know that?!"

"Guess!" Harry laughed, running off before the fair haired boy could think to go after him. As he ran off, he decided to start planning how to screw Dumbledore over, 'I'm going to need duct-tape, peanut butter, a mango, an unbreakable comb, and at least half a dozen boxes of cards...'

"Amazin' first game, Harry!" Hargrid greeted, forcing the Raven to temporarily put his plans on hold.

"Thanks," Harry smiled at the large man, "By the way, Hermione told me that Jin's been hanging around with your dog, that true?"

"Yeah, the little guy's been trying to get Fang to play but he's not the active type," Hagrid answered.

"I guess he wanted to get away from all the untrustworthy smelling people," Harry guessed, "Particularly Snape..."

"What's got him bothered about Professor Snape?"

"Jin said he smelled blood and something else that didn't seem right coming off him after the troll attack," Harry answered, "In general, he doesn't seem like that good a person."

"Professor Snape might not be the most pleasant of teachers, but if push comes to shove, he'll protect the students," Hagrid pointed out.

"Most likely his own house, but I guess it's the thought that counts," the Raven shrugged, "By the way, Jin told me about some huge creature up on the third floor, you have any idea what that might be?"

"Jin met Fluffy?"

"...Fluffy? You named a, presumably, big beast Fluffy?!" Harry incredulously spoke.

"I raised him, I can call him what I like," Hagrid responded, "Bought him las' year off a chap I met in the pub, lent him to Dumbledore to guard the..."

"Guard the what?" Harry pressed, the thought of something very valuable worth stealing was causing his hidden villain side to emerge slightly.

"Don't be asking anymore about that, it's top secret," Hagrid gruffly responded.

"C'mon, I won't tell!" Harry pleaded, trying to convince the large man.

"Now, listen to me, you're meddlin' in things that don' concern yeh. Forget that dog, an' forget what it's guardin', that's between Professor Dumbledore an' Nicolas Flamel..." Hagrid suddenly realized his slip.

"Thanks for the hint!" Harry grinned as he ran off. 'Maybe coming here will be a boost to my bank account as well as my stores of knowledge.'


Harry: "What up with listing random things when planning?"

Noodle Incidents and Noodle Implements...look it up on TV Tropes, I hate and love that site so much!