A/N: We know that they don't go trick-or-treating AT ALL during the series, but, it's a fanfic and we can do whatever the hell we want.

The next day, they got up. Violet was groggy and her face was covered it cat hair. Evangeline's hair was a tangled mess. They dressed and brushed their hair. Violet had the greatest urge to throw Parkinson out a window.
She was talking about how she was 'TOTALY going to marry some great pure-blood' and then 'become great and famous. Evangeline held her robe sleeve gently as they walked into the Great Hall, holding her back slightly.
"Okay, don't get kicked out on our first day," she said.
Violet rolled her eyes and pulled away, walking into the hall to find breakfast. They sat next to Draco, after Violet had actually pulled Parkinson off the bench next to him.
"Good morning, Draco," they said.
"Good morning," he responded. "Sleep well?"
"Yep, but I woke up with cat fur in my face," Violet said.
"I didn't have ANY problems," Evangeline smirked at her sister. Violet stuck her tongue out at her. "What about you?"
"Just fine actually," Draco said.
They started loading their plates with pancakes, bacon, muffins, eggs and had some orange juice. Violet was about half way through her pancake when something dawned on her.
"Hey, what's Quidditch?" she asked Draco.
Draco nearly choked on his muffin.
"How do you not know what Quidditch is!?" he nearly shouted. "You're pure-bloods!"
"Uh, yeah," Evangeline said.
"But, our parents decided to kind of shelter our lives," Violet lied smoothly. "We moved a lot as kids, and so we never really had time for Quidditch or anything. Now, what is it?"
"It's a game where fourteen players, seven on each team, play with four different types of balls. There's a Quaffle, it's big and red, and the Chasers, those are a type of player, try and get it into the goal posts. Each goal is worth ten points. The Keeper, well, keeps the goals and blocks the Quaffles. Or well, they TRY to. Oh, and then there's the Beaters. They hit these things called Bludgers, and aim at the other team -" Violet grinned maliciously, "- Yeah, you seem like you'd like that. And then there's the Snitch and the Seeker. The Seeker chases the Snitch during the game. When they get it, the games over and their team is awarded one hundred and fifty points," Draco explained.
"I wanna be a Beater," Violet said, still grinning.
"I wanna be a Keeper," Evangeline said.
"And I WILL be a Seeker," Draco said.
"Enjoying ourselves?" a voice from behind them said.
"Yep," Violet said, looking back at the person. Snape was staring down at them, holding pieces of parchment. He rolled his eyes.
"Here," he handed them each a piece of parchment.
"Aw, we have you last," Evangeline said.

"Oh, so horrible," Snape said sarcastically, walking away.
"Do you know him?" Draco asked as they went back to eating.
"He's our godfather," Evangeline said with her mouth full of eggs.
"Seriously?" Draco asked.
"Yep," Violet said as she pushed her plate away and it disappeared.
"We should probably get to our first class," Draco said.
"That we should," Evangeline agreed.
They stood and grabbed their bags, Violet and Evangeline walking on either side of Draco. Violet looked back over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out at Parkinson. Their bags hit against their sides as they walked to their first class.

Finally, they were walking down to the dungeons were Snape's classroom was. Violet and Evangeline raced each other, and were the first ones into the class. Violet and Evangeline approached him.
"Hi, Severus!" they said.
Every turned to watch them talk to the school's 'meanest' teacher, especially since they called him by his first name.
"Uh, no," he said.
"No what?" Evangeline said.
"No, you can't call me by my first name. You have to address me as 'Professor Snape'. Alright?" he said.
"Nah," Violet said and they walked off to sit with Draco, after Violet had pulled the seats from under Crabbe and Goyle, and smiled up at Snape, where he banged his head against a wall.
"Don't hurt yourself!" Evangeline called.
He shook his head. He then started calling the roll for the class.
"Ah, yes," Snape said, pausing at Potter's name. "Harry Potter - our new CELEBRITY."
Draco, Violet, Evangeline, and the others, sniggered behind their hands. Snape finished calling the names, cringing as he went over Violet and Evangeline's and they called back in rather annoying voices. Then, he looked up at the class.
"You are here to learn the subtle science of potion-making," he began. His voice was barely a whisper, but it held the class's attention. "As there is little wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through the human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses ... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death - if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."
He gave slight glare over at the twins. They smiled sweetly at him.
"Potter!" Snape said suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Violet and the bushy-haired girl (who they learned was named Hermione Granger)'s hands shot into the air.

"You know this?" Evangeline hissed to Violet.
"Yeah, I got bored over the summer after we got our books," Violet whispered back.
"I don't know, sir," Potter responded.
"Tut, tut - fame clearly isn't everything."
He ignored the girls' hands.
"Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"
Hermione and Violet's hands reached even higher into the sky. Harry seemed stumped.
"I-I don't know sir."
"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming eh, Potter?" Snape sneered. Harry glared into Snape's eyes. Violet looked annoyed and waved her hands in the air as if she was at one of her favorite rock concerts. Why did he always have to answer?
"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfbane?"
"PICK MEEE!" Violet said coming out of her seat.
"SIT DOWN!" Snape roared.
"Well then," Violet muttered and sat in her seat crossly. She was intent on giving Snape the silent treatment, but got distracted by animal parts floating in jars.
"I don't know," Harry said quietly, "I think Hermione does, though, why don't you try her?"
At this, the dungeon filled with laughter. Snape did not look pleased.
"For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat that will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Well? Why aren't you all copying this down?"
Everyone rummaged around for quills and parchment and started to scribble down the parts they had caught of these answers. Violet glared at Snape and stuck her tongue out. He glared back and said, "And a point will be taken from Gryffindor House for your cheek, Potter."
Snape put them to work trying to make a potion to cure boils, in pairs. Violet and Evangeline worked together. Snape swept along in his billowing black cloak, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs, criticizing all except for Draco, Violet and Evangeline. He was telling everyone how perfect their potions were coming out, when clouds of acid green smoke and a loud hissing filled the dungeon. Neville had managed to somehow melt Seamus's cauldron into a twisted blob, and their potion was now seeping across the floor and burning holes in people's shoes. Within seconds, the whole class was standing on their stools while Neville, who had been drenched in the potion, moaned in pain as angry red boils sprang up all over his arms and legs."
"Idiot boy!" snarled Snape, as he cleared the potion away with a single wave of his wand. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?"
Neville whimpered as boils sprang up around his nose.
"Take him up to the hospital wing," Snape spat at Seamus. Then, he turned to Potter and Weasley.
"You - Potter - why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good? That's another point you've lost for Gryffindor."
Potter made to open his mouth to argue, but Weasley kicked him.

"Don't push it," they heard him mutter. "I've heard Snape can turn very nasty."
"He's not bad," Violet whispered to Draco. "We should know. We spent half the summer with him."
At the end of class, Violet, Evangeline, and Draco had completed the potion perfectly. Snape still wanted to bang his head on the wall, the two girls were so annoying.
"Bye, Severus!" Violet and Evangeline called as they skipped out of the room.
"Oh god," Snape muttered. "They don't listen well..."

The next day, Violet, Evangeline and Draco were eating breakfast when owls flew through the high windows. They dropped newspapers, forgotten items, and letters off to their owners.
"Of course we don't get anything," Evangeline muttered.
"Who would send us anything anyway?" Violet asked.
"Oh, look, a Gringotts break it," Draco muttered.
"What?"
"Eh?"
"That's right. Some idiot tried to break in. No wonder they didn't make away with anything."
"If they didn't steal anything, why is it such a big deal?" Violet asked. Draco shrugged and flung the paper towards Crabbe and Goyle.
"I'm not so sure myself. Anyway, flying lessons start tomorrow. I'm brilliant at flying; father says it would be a crime if I'm not picked for the Slytherin Quidditch team." Then, he started to tell the girls of a tale of flying broomsticks and Muggles chasing him in helicopters.

At three thirty the next day Evangeline, Violet, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle ran down to the field. It was a breezy clear day and the sun shone in the sky trying to bring hope to a new day.
The Gryffindors had not yet arrived, so they were forced to wait.
"Lousy Gryffindors can't even make it to class on time," Draco said brushing a piece of stray hair from his face.
"Sorry we're late!" a girl called out. Following her, were a group of kids all wearing red ties symbolizing Gryffindors, "Got held back by the teacher!" they tumbled down the hill then lined up by the brooms among the Slytherines.
Their teacher soon arrived. Her name was Madam Hootch and she had short, grey hair, and yellow hawk eyes.
"Well what are you all waiting for?" she barked, "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up!" The girls glanced down at the brooms nervously. Everyone else seemed like they had had experiance in the sport. They had none.
"Stick your right hand over your broom. And everyone say "Up!"
Both girls shouted "up" simultaneously. It didn't work, but Harry's broom flew up to his hands. "Up!" they shouted again and it flew up to their hands. "Awesome!" they cried. Draco's flew to his hand. Slowly, everyone's broom ended up in their hands. Madam Hootch then showed everyone how to mount their brooms. She laughed at Draco Malfoy's attempt.

"You've been doing it wrong for years dear," she said showing him the proper way to mount it.
"Bitch," Violet muttered as she watched. He was actually pretty close to perfect.
"Now when I blow my whistle, you kick from the ground, hard. Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet and come back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle- three-two-"
But Neville, who had seemed nervous from the start, pushed off too soon.
"Come back boy!" Madam Hootch yelled, but Neville started to rise higher and higher as if he had been shot out of a cannon. Neville's face went pale and he leaned over to see how high he had risen. His hands had gone sweaty, and his grip loosened. He toppled off the broom and fell onto the ground in a heap. His broom flew lazily away to the Forbidden Forest as if that had been its plan all along.
Madam Hootch ran over and leaned over Neville, her face as pale as his had been.
"Broken wrist." she muttered, "Come on, boy - its alright, up you get." She turned to the rest of the class. "None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You'll leave these brooms where they are or you'll be out of here before you can say 'Quidditch. "Come on, dear."
Neville, clutching his broken wrist with tears running down his cheeks, hobbled away leaning against Madam Hootch for support. As soon as they had climbed over the hill, Malfoy broke into laughter.
"Did you see his face, the great lump?" the Slytherins jumped in, in laughter.
"Shut up Malfoy!" Parvati Patil.
"Ooh sticking up for the Longbottom?"
Pansy snarled, "Never thought YOU'D like fat little crybabies, Parvati."
"Look!" Malfoy cried picking up a glass ball from the ground. "No wonder the baby's got a Remembrall. He needs this to remember not to fall on his fat ass!"
"Give that here Malfoy," Potter said quietly taking a step forward from the crowd. Everybody went silent. Malfoy smiled nastily while tossing the Remembrall up into the air, catching it, then repeating the steps.
"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find. Like maybe in that tree?"
"Do it Draco, do it!" Evangeline said.
"Go in the tree!" Violet cheered. The girls didn't enjoy picking on others, but they weren't against a case of harmless fun.
"Give it HERE!" Potter yelled, but Malfoy had hopped on his broomstick and flew off.
"He's right," Evangeline said, "It will be a crime if he's not picked for our Quidditch team!"
"Come and get it Potter!" he yelled level with the branches of an oak tree. Harry looking pissed, climbed onto his broom.
"No!" shouted Hermione, "You'll get us all in trouble and yourself expelled!"
But he didn't answer. He kicked hard off the ground and rocketed up into the air.
"Impressive!" a girl squealed.
Malfoy looked stunned.
"Give it here!" Potter yelled, "Or I'll knock you off your broom!"
"Is that so?" Malfoy smirked.
"No Crabbe and Goyle here to save your neck!" Potter yelled. At this comment Malfoy's face plunged into realization.

"Catch if you can!" he shouted and threw the ball high into the air and zoomed towards the ground.
Harry Potter flew through the air streaking towards the ground. Just as it looked like his broom was about to hit the ground, he grabbed the Remembrall and flew back up into the sky. A cheer erupted from the Gryffindors.
"HARRY POTTER!" a voice yelled. Everyone spun around and saw McGonagall racing towards them. "Never in my time in Hogwarts have I seen-" she seemed sppechless with shock, "You might have broken your neck!"
"It wasn't his fault!" Parvati said.
"Be quiet Miss Patil-" McGonagall said, but was interrupted.
"IT WAS EVANGELINE AND VIOLET! THEY TOLD MALFOY TO STICK NEVILLE'S REMEMBRALL INTO THE TREE!" a Gryffindor shouted. Violet glared at him.
"Is this true Miss Willow?" McGonagall asked whipping her head around to ask Evangeline.
"Uh..."
"No," violet said calmly, "He just doesn't want Potter to get in trouble, that's all."
"No it's the truth," Pansy said, "The Gryffindors and I agree. Now will you take her word against ours?"
"Ten points from Slytherin." said McGonagall, "And you will receive detention tonight."
"Aww come on!" Violet said.
"With who?" Evangeline asked.
"Professor Snape!"
Violet and Evangeline exchanged a not-so-worried smirk as McGonagall walked off with Potter.

That evening they skipped down to Snape's office. Evangeline knocked and they waited, smirking still and holding their hands behind their backs, rocking back and forth on their heels.
Snape opened the door and glared at the girls.
"So much hate, Severus," Evangeline said as she entered.
"Your face will crack if you glare to often. And we wouldn't want that, would we?" Violet said as she skipped into the room and sat at Snape's desk.
"Oh, shut up," he said. "How did you get detention on your second day here?"
"We told Draco to put Neville Longbottom's Remembrall in a tree," Violet said as she twisted back and forth.
"Idiots," Snape said.
"Love you too," Evangeline said sarcastically.
"Anyway, get to work cleaning those cauldrons," he said and added, as Violet pulled out her wand, "by HAND."
"You are cruel!" Violet whimpered as she put her wand away.
The girls set to work cleaning the cauldrons. There were about twenty in all, and they glared at Snape, who sat smirking, as they worked. Violet's hand was turning red, and Evangeline had gotten soapy water in her eye three times.
"It hurts!" she complained loudly.
"Go wash it out," Snape said, gesturing to a faucet in the far corner of the room.
Evangeline got up, threw her sponge and towel onto the floor and went over to the sink. Violet continued washing out her cauldron.
"Why are you so mean?" she asked.
"What are you talking about?" Snape said as he started to read a book.
"You weren't this mean over the summer. Why are you mean now?" Violet explained further, still washing.
"It is none of none your business the way I act towards students and the way I act towards them out of school," he said turning a page.
Violet didn't say another word. Evangeline came back and they set to work on the cauldrons again.
By the end of the night, their hands were raw and red, and Evangeline's eye still hurt. The trudged through a few corridors, mumbled the password to get into the common room, and then went to bed as the clock chimed one.

Halloween approached, and with it came much more homework for the students. They now stayed up much later writing essays, practicing spells, and researching things in the library for their classes. Violet and Evangeline had somehow not gotten detention again, and had not lost too many more points for their house. Although, Violet had earned them another fifteen one day for a quick answer in Transfiguration. And Evangeline had earned them fifteen as well in Charms.
Also, as Halloween approached, came the idea of dressing up in costumes. The students were busy writing endless letters to their parents, or - for some of the more advanced - making it out of thin air. Some were becoming monsters of interesting sorts, and some were doing things that were more traditional to Halloween.
Violet and Evangeline were going to be vampires. This involved finding some sort of gothic dress, and changing their eye color to red and growing out their canine teeth. So far, they sat in classes and changed their eye color right when the teacher was looking at them to that blood red, just to give them a good fright. McGonagall actually jumped when she saw them do it the first time. And as everyone looked back at them, they changed their eyes back to purple.
All they had to do, was find the dresses. And to do that, they bother Snape.
"Severus!" Violet said very loudly one evening after dinner. "Open the door. Stop hiding in there!"
"I am not hiding, you morons," he said coldly as he opened the door. "Now, what do you want from me?"
"We need dresses," Evangeline said.
"Gothic dresses," Violet added.
"Why?" he asked, letting them in. They instantly went to his desk and sat upon it.
"Halloween, genius," Evangeline said sarcastically.
"Yeah, haven't you noticed the students constantly going on and on about it?" Violet said. "And I quote," she said and the next part came out much higher and girlier than usual, "Oh my, gosh! I can't wait to get my PINK FIARY PRINCESS costume!"
"You shouldn't do that," Evangeline said.
"Yeah, but look his face!" Violet said, for Snape was looking down at them with slight horror written on his face.
"No, I have not noticed this," he said. "For I don't pay attention to you students most of the time. Unless, that is, if you bother me constantly."
"You should pay more attention to things," Evangeline said.
"Well, I don't," he said.
"Okay, what about the dresses?" Violet said.
"We'll find something. What do want them to be like? And I'll have someone go find them for you," he said, sitting down in his chair and pulling out a quill, some ink, and parchment.
"Black!" they said together.
"Well isn't that descriptive?" he said very sarcastically.
"Oh, well then," Violet said.
Violet and Evangeline then described their dresses in great detail. Snape's hand flew over the parchment, covering it with his small hand writing. He also wrote down their measurements. By the end, he had used half a bottle of ink.
"Is that descriptive enough?" Violet said as Snape put up everything and folded the parchment.
"Yes, yes it is," he said. "I'll mail this to a person who owes me a favor. He'll get these for you."
"Okay," Evangeline said as she and Violet stood up to leave.
"Bye, Severus!" Violet called as they left and the door slammed behind them.
"Why them? Why are THEY my godchildren?" he said as he went to his room.

The girls had received their dresses. They were both beautiful by the standards of the girls. Parkinson had called them ugly and Violet punched her, and that earned her another detention.
"Hey she was asking for it!" she said to Snape.
"Still, hitting people is not the right thing to do," he said.
"And this coming from you? Don't make me laugh!" she said.
Snape rolled his eyes. "Detention later this week. I'll tell you when exactly."
"Eh..." she said. She looked at Evangeline. "This will be lonely. You need to get detention."
"Depends on what we think of," she said.
Violet sighed and then ruffled her hair. "Okay let's get dressed."
They changed their eye color and then pulled their dresses out. Evangeline changed into her dress and Violet did the same.
Evangeline wore a dress that reached the floor. The top was a black corset with purple stitching and shoulder straps. The skirt was a deep purple with sheets of black tied to the back.
Violet's dress had a black corset with white buttons down the center, and also with thin shoulder straps. The skirt was black, but had an over coat of purple on the sides. She wore black gloves and dark red lip stick.
They each wore a black velvet ribbon with a cross dangling from the ribbon. Then they grew out their teeth.
They were sitting at the feast, (next to Draco of course) who was wearing a long cloak, red eyes, long sharp canine teeth, and fake blood stained on his face.
"Dude you're a Metamorphmagus, too?" Evangeline asked excitedly.
"A what?" he asked.
"Nothing," Violet said quickly, "Your costume just looks so real! How did you get it to look like that?"
"Snape helped me transfigurate," he said.
"Oh," said Violet, "He helped us too! Funny how things turn out that way!"
Pansy Parkison approached in some ugly pink dress.
"Hey, you're a clown!" Evangeline said, "That was an easy guess!"
"No, I'm a princess!" she squealed.
"The princess of clowns?" Violet asked confused. Pansy stomped her foot and walked away.
"She's going to go tell on you," Draco said lifting up his goblet to his lips. Evangeline shrugged.
"I need detention anyway," she muttered.
Suddenly, the doors flung open. Their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Quirrel, was running into the room terrified.
"Troll in the dungeon!" he screeched, "Troll in the dungeon!" He stopped right in front of the teacher's row of seats.
"Thought you ought to know," he said slightly whoozy, then fell to the ground.
Screams broke out.
"Shit!" Violet screamed.
Dumbledore emitted several purple firecrackers from his wand before the paniced students became silent.
"Prefects," he rumbled, "lead your Houses back to the dormitories immediately!"
The prefect that had led them to the common room on their first night, gathered them again and rushed them off. Once in the common room, Draco, Violet and Evangeline sat around the fire.
"Aww, I wanted to go trick-or-treating," Violet said. "I wanted to see what Severus would give out."
"Probably poisoned apples for the Gryffindors," Draco said with a grin.
"And the Hufflepuffs!" Evangeline added.
"Yeah, but what would he give us?" Violet said.
"Actually, I'm not sure," Draco said.
"I don't think he'd give US anything," Evangeline said with a grin.
"Good point," Violet laughed.
"So, what are us three vampires doing tonight?" joked Draco.
"I don't know," said Violet, "but I'm still hungry."
"When are you not hungry?" Evangeline said.
"When are YOU not hungry?" Violet countered.
"Wanna go sneak down and get food?" Draco suggested.
The girls nodded and they snuck away from the group.
"Father told me this trick," said Malfoy and led them down a couple different hallways until they reached a painting of fruit. He reached up and tickled the pear. There was a click, then the door swung open.
Groups of small things came into view. They had grey wrinkly skin and huge orb-like eyes the color of tennis balls. They were short and wore weird outfits.
"Master Malfoy!" one squeaked, "What would he and his lady friends like today?"
"Anything available. We need to get in and out pretty quickly so we don't get caught," Draco replied.
The little creatures hurried off to stoves and pantries and came back, moments later, carrying plates ladden with fruits, cookies, cupcakes, little bits of steak, and other assorted goodies such as Bertie Bots Every Flavor Beans. They got bags from the creatures and shoved the food into it. They hid the food under their clothes and then ran out of the room, thanking the little things as they left.
"So what are those things?" Evangeline asked as they ran.
"House elves, servants," Draco said.
They skidded around a corner.
"We have to stop running in these kinds of dresses," Violet panted.
"Agreed," Evangeline said.
As they rounded another corner, they ran smack dab into Snape. The three fell back onto the ground and Snape glared down at them.
"What are you doing, roaming the halls with a troll on the loose, and why are you running into me?" he sneered at them.
"Well, we got food," Violet said, pulling out the Every Flavor Beans. "Want some?"
"No, I do not," he snapped.
"Oh, and as for your other question, Severus," Evangeline said, "You got in our way."
"Detention!" Snape roared.
"Okay," Evangeline said, high-fiving Violet.
Snape looked at them in confusion. He shook his head and said, "Now get to bed before I give ALL of you triple detention!"
"Yes, sir!" Violet said with a mock-salute.
The three hurried past him, shoving beans in their mouth and Draco shouting, "It tastes like a cockroach!"
"How do you know what the tastes like?" Evangeline said.

It was Friday evening and the girls were rushing to the field that had held their flying lessons. Now the stands were full of people chattering excitedly and the field smelt of freshly cut grass.
"Are there any open seats?" Evangeline questioned.
"Let's ask Severus!" Violet said cheerfully and they walked up to him. He glared at them from the side of his eye.
"What do you want?" he snarled.
"We want to sit with you!" Evangeline said.
He glared at him then got up from his seat and walked away. The girls followed him silently. He reached the teacher's tower.
"God, Minerva, I hate children," he muttered taking a seat next to her. "I'd quit, but I'm too valuable at the moment."
The girls grinned at each other. Snape caught sight of them and they started to cry.
"Thanks Snape," Violet said, "I thought you loved us! I thought we were finally excepted into a family!"
"We loved you Snape," Evangeline sniffed wiping away a fake tear. "We were so alone in the world and we thought we found a hero. But we were wrong!"
Then they ran off crying fakely into their sleeves, then started to cackle evily when they were out of earshot.
"Revenge is sweet., Violet said and spotted two seats next to Draco. They plopped down next to him.
"What's up?" Evangeline asked.

"Potter's 'what's up.'" Draco said nastily, "He's on the Quidditch team!"
"What?" Violet asked, "How? There's no possible well, he should have gotten expelled! McGonagall, she-"
"Apparently she let him on the Quidditch team. He's supposed to be brilliant," Draco said, "I'm a brilliant flyer!"
Before either girls could reply, a loud cheer broke out. A cloud of scarlet filled the sky which eventually evened out to be the Gryffindor Quidditch team. The girls joined in screaming when their team zoomed over their heads in a clump of green.
"GO SLYTHERINS!" they all yelled.
"Mount your brooms, please!" Madam Hootch called. Everyone clambered onto different looking brooms then lifted up into the sky.
"Nice fair game everyone," Madam Hootch said.
"YEAH RIGHT!" Violet screamed.
Everyone spun around to look who cried the outburst. Violet pointed to Evangeline. Evangeline glared at her.
"What?" Violet asked.
"And the Quaffle is immediately taken by Angelina Johnson of the Gryffindor team - great chaser and attractive - now there's a win-"
"JORDON!" McGonagall yelled warningly.
"Right McGonagall I'll 'watch' my mouth. Anyway she passes it to Alicia Spinnet, one of Wood's friends who I hope he isn't getting too close to. Hey McGonagall you know what happens - back to Johnson and now the Slytherin's have the ball. Marcus Flint takes it down the field and shoots - great block by Oliver Wood! Angelina has the ball now... GO ANGELINE GO GO GO- and she gets hit in the head by a Quaffle brilliant play Slytherins." he said this comment with much sarcasm in his voice, "Ha blocked by Wood. There's Adrian Pucey with a ball- good job Fred and George "accidentally" hit him with a bludger. John is now in possesion of the Quaffle, dodges a Bludger, and SCORES! GRYFFINDORS SCORE!" a cheer ran throughout the Gryffindor stand and a moan through the the Slytherin's.
"Well, we're going to get our butts kicked," violet muttered.
"Being optimistic are we?" Evangeline smirked.
"Slytherin in possesion, " Jordon said, "Puvey ducks two bludgers and two Weasley twins - Chaser Bell reaches - hey I'm no Seeker or anything but I think the Snitch is in our mist!"
Everyone turned to look and saw Harry and Terence Higgs racing towards an invisible ball. Harry was obviously faster than Higgs then BAM. He had rammed into Harry on purpose and sent him spinning like a car in a crash.
"Foul!" screeched the Gryffindors.
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" Draco yelled, "THERE WAS NO FOUL! POTTER SHOULD WATCH WHERE HE'S FLYING, THAT PIECE OF SHIT!"
Fortunately, no one could hear him over the confused bits of arguing.
"So after that foul, disgusting-"

"Jordon I can find another person to do the commentary-"
"Okay, so Flint nearly kills Potter, but hey, that can happen to anyone. Now Spinnet takes the Quaffle and puts it away with no problem into the goal."
The Slytherins started to boo the Gryffindors.
"Slytherin in possesion - Flint with the Quaffle - passes right past Spinnet and gets hit in the face by a bludger. HOPE THAT BROKE YOUR NOSE YOU HEAR ME! Joking Professor honestly..."
"What does Harry think he's doing?" Draco asked squinting into the sky, "He looks like an idiot."
Evangeline and Violet looked up and saw Harry's broom trying to buck him off. It stopped for a second, then continued to jerk and buck him off. It was vibrating up and down then flipped over. He was now dangling by his hands.
"What's going on?" Evangeline asked nervously.
"Hopefully, he's going to fall and die," Draco said glaring straight ahead. "That'll be the end of the famous Potter."
Evangeline glanced at him uncertainty.
Violet squinted ahead and saw Snape staring up at Harry muttering unheard words. No, it couldn't be Snape he didn't want to kill anyone ... or did he? Everyone else was staring up the sky worriedly. There was something different about Quirrel's stare, but Violet couldn't place her finger on it ...
Then, it happened. Snape's cloak caught fire and he jumped up into the air. Harry's broom stopped, and he now had full control. Harry instantly sped towards the ground then stopped. The crowd looked at him weirdly.
"He looks like he's going to be sick!" Evangeline said. Then, he caught up something small and gold.
"I've got the Snitch!" he called. Everyone cheered, well, except the Slytherins.
"Bullcrap!" Draco yelled. Violet shrugged.
"Well, I told you," she said. She saw Snape walking towards the lake.
"Hey Evangeline, Snape's going to the lake. Want to see what's going on?" Evangeline nodded and they made their way down the steps and down to the lake. There was no Snape.
"Where'd he go?" Evangeline said as they walked around the lake and then plopped down on the wet grass.
"How am I supposed to know?" Violet responded, stretching out her arms and legs.
"Violet," Evangeline said slowly.
"What?" Violet responded.
"Look," her voice sounded worried.
Violet sat up and saw a dark figure moving towards them, holding out a wand. They expected the air to get cold, the light to be sucked away, all hope to leave. It didn't. This creature, this thing, was weird. It was different. They had no idea what this thing was.
It drifted towards them, as if on thin air. It pointed the wand at them, stopping some ten feet away.
"Silencio!" the man muttered. Violet tried to cry out, but found that her words were lost in the wind.
"Expelliamus!" he shouted. The wands flew from their robes and jumped into his hand.
"Conjunctivitis!" he shouted.
The world got blurry and large black spots appeared in their vision.
"Serpensortia!" he shouted.
A large, black snake shot from the end of his wand. The snake slithered towards them. It struck out at them, catching Violet in the legs, causing her to fall, and Evangeline in the arms. Both tried to cry out, but their voices were lost before the words struck their lips.
Their wounds started to leak blood in boat loads. Violet pressed her hands to the wounds as did Evangeline. The man destroyed the snake.
"Reducto!" he said. They felt more pain being introduced to their arms and legs.
"Deprimo!" he said softly. Instantly, what felt like great plates of metal, seemed to be pressed into their bodies. Violet gasped silently for breath. Evangeline screamed silently. They felt and screamed in silence when Violet's left arm was broken, and Evangeline's right was broken.
"Crucio!" their attacker muttered.
The pain from their snake bites were doubled, the shrieks stayed in their throats. Every part of their body was put into great, unbelievable pain. THier pounding hearts urged more blood to rush to their wounds.
Let it end, Evangeline thought.
Let us die already, Violet begged mentally.