Sorry I haven't updated in A LONG time. I woul like to announce that I'm going up to the next level and I'm actually writing my own book. I'm planning on finishing it this summer and hopefully getting it published. Also, Logan's in it! Except she isn't a werewolf or a witch... During that time,I'll try and update on LWNM as much as possible so don't give up on me!

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Chapter 15

Holy Bucking Brooms!

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Saturday, November 9th-

Her fingers were numb from the cold wind pushing against her. Her constant moist breath on them was not providing any help, but only giving her a cold and clammy touch. Logan sighed, trying to find a comfortable grip for her pencil.

"Mather Nature…you're a bitch." Another gust of icy air flew past her face and she grimaced. "Sometimes…" she added. The cold wood seats of the stands weren't making her temperature any better. Logan pulled the scarf tighter around her neck and her robes around her. Her squinted, slightly watering eyes scanned the air, watching the Gryffindor Quidditch players zoom around the field. She'd hate to be in their position.

Harry was the one that asked her to watch them practice. It was his first game and the poor boy was nervous as hell. He had asked Hermione and Ron to come and watch, but his bushy-haired friend had told him that she was going to try and help Ron's sufferable History of Magic grade come up to where he wasn't failing.

So, the next person he asked was Neville Longbottom, who was too busy running errands for Sprout. Then it was Seamus, Dean, Lavender (who was more interested in watch grass grow then watch Quidditch practice), the Patil Twins, Percy, and then he finally asked the unwilling Logan.

"Please, Logan, will you come watch me…cheer me on?"

"I'm coming to the game later."

"Please Logan, I'm nervous…"

Truth be told, watching Quidditch made her nauseous, but Harry's big, green, puppy-dog eyes made her cave in. That kid was a master at begging or maybe he knew which nerve to strum. So here she was, trying her best to concentrate on the match and her sketch at the same time.

Her eyes somehow always went to Oliver Wood for some strange reason. It seemed that the only warm place on her body was her face which was probably so scarlet, it matched the Gryffindor colors. Pretty soon, the only thing that she was drawing was the owner of those serious eyes, slightly freckled face, and thin lips set in a deep frown.

"No, no, Fred; you almost hit Harry!"

Those Bludgers were nasty things though…

"Sorry Oliver!" Fred shouted across the field, swinging his bat to knock away a Blugder just in time. He looked over at Logan and gave her a thumbs up, Logan returning it with a grin. Her green eyes glanced over at Harry who was sitting on his broom, waiting for a golden glimpse in the air.

Logan sniffed the air, catching the faint scent of metal in the breeze. It was coming towards him at a fast speed, barely any trace of a scent. "Hey Harry," she called out. He looked over at her. "It's halfway up the field, just turned to the left."

He zoomed away, immediately catching sight of the Snitch. Logan watched him trail behind it, unsure on how to catch it. Logan shook her head, applying charcoal touches to her portrait. When the Snitch slipped through Harry's fingers once more, Oliver screamed through gritted teeth in frustration.

He flew towards the famous boy, skidding to a stop. "Potter, don't be afraid to touch it! You're the Seeker now so put that brave front up now and catch it!" Oliver shook his head and resumed his position as Keeper. Logan knew he was aggravated, but he was going to get nowhere by yelling at an already edgy first-year.

Logan sighed, setting her sketchbook aside. "Hey Oliver!" The narrow-eyed boy looked over at her, scowling. "What do you want, Wolfram?"

His tone was definitely not pleasing to her ears. "Get down here!" He opened his mouth to argue, but Logan's serious frown and her finger pointing at the ground in a demanding manner made him fly over.

"What do you want?"

"First of all, your tone towards me is totally unappreciated, especially since I'm trying to help." She was content with the closing of Oliver's mouth. "Second of all, look at Harry." Her fingers pointed towards his "prized" player. "What do you see?"

"I see a Seeker who's not playing right." he spat out.

"Really? Because I see a nervous first-year who's never heard of the wizarding world until this year and he's suddenly on the team with an experienced player yelling at him."

"What's your point?"

"My point is…STOP YELLING AT HIM!"

Oliver was taken aback by her loud tone. "Now get back to your position and act calm!" She pointed, once again, towards the goal posts. Wood grumbled under his breath as he floated towards his position.

"Harry, get over here!"

He flew up to her.

"You are the main player in this whole game. The win lies in your hands. If you friends to not be disappointed in you, then I suggest you toughen up and concentrate harder. McGonagall suggested this position for you and Oliver took her advice. Now don't let them down."

Logan gestured towards the twins, "They are playing for their teammate's safety, especially yours because if you're knocked out, the game is basically handed over to the opponents. Do you catch my drift?"

Harry nodded.

"Good, now…you've got a Snitch to catch."

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"We can't believe that you actually encouraged Oliver to encourage Harry." Fred said, walking on Logan's left. George wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Usually when someone messes up, he hates them."

Logan didn't smile, shifting her sketchbook under her arm. "Well, he was being a bit harsh. Someone needed to tell him to tone down."

"And you were the only one to actually succeed!" the two chimed together. They grinned at each other when a small smirk stretched out her lip Logan looked up, squinting slightly when she saw a small figure come towards them. The smell of raspberries and sweetened cream filled her nostrils, reminding her of summer. That smell was labeled Lunar Calypsa who was in seeing distance now.

She jumped when Fred called out her name.

"O-Oh Fred…" Lunar trailed off, glancing down to the ground. She dug her hand into her pocket, bringing out a long envelope. Fred took it from her outstretched hand and once it left her grasp, she ran away.

The red-head hesitated for a moment. Logan nudged him in the side, smiling softly. "Open it." She knew how much courage it probably had taken Lunar to give that to him. Fred nodded, ripping the side off. A long woven braid of scarlet, gold, and black fell into his hand. A note came too: It's a grip for your broom…for good luck.

"It looks like you have an admirer." George commented.

Fred smiled, "I guess I do, George."

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"Hey cutie!" Lavender squealed, rubbing the top of Wolveren's head. He barked, causing an eruption of giggles from the Gryffindor girls. Logan closed the wolf pup's mouth, "Don't talk with your mouth full." she ordered, popping another piece of steak between his teeth.

Wolveren licked his chops, looking around. He started to bark happily again when a certain Slytherin came up, scowling. "Shut that mutt up, Wolfram." Draco hissed, glaring at her. The Slytherin girls giggled, "He's just happy to see you, Draco!" Pansy said, tugging on his sleeve. Wolveren hopped off the chair, jumping up on the blonde.

"Get this animal off me!" Draco shouted, nudging the pup away from him. Logan picked up the tail-wagging wolf pup in her arms, holding him close. "Wolveren, how many times do I have to tell you to not talk to strangers?"

Draco sneered, "I'm not a stranger! Well…not to you at least!"

Logan blinked, "Wolveren…don't talk to gits."

Draco growled, "That's odd, its owner is a git most of the time."

Wolveren whimpered, resting his head on Logan's shoulder. She swayed back and forth, petting his back. "It's alright, baby, mummy's not a git…she's just a little weird."

Draco laughed, hands on his hips. "Finally, she gets something right!" The rest of the Slytherin first years joined in on the laughter. Logan growled, "I feeling like kicking you." she stated. Her foot connected with his shin, causing him to buckle a bit.

"I warned you!" Logan chirped, skipping past him. She stopped when she spotted Harry being surrounded by Hermione and Ron. "What's going on here?" she asked, setting Wolveren down on the seat.

Hermione frowned, gesturing towards Harry. "He won't eat!" she said loudly. "He claims that he's too nervous to eat!" The bookworm crossed her arms, shifting her weight to one foot. "He just picks at it!"

"Hermione, give him a break. You can tell he's a nervous wreck!" Ron argued. Hermione smacked the redhead on the arm with her book, causing the boy to stick his tongue out at her.

"Oh ha, ha, how mature Ronald."

"At least I'mnot a terrorizing, little bloke." That comment earned him another smack. "Hermione!" Wolveren barked at them, growling. It was decided that Wolveren was a peaceful puppy and hated when the two argued, but Logan was the opposite. She found the two's bickering humorous.

Logan's eyes flicked over when a tall, scowling man towered over Hermione. The frizzy-haired girl looked above her to see Snape standing there, his nose looking more crooked than ever. Logan tilted her head to the side a bit, trying to figure out what was different about him.

Snape glared down at Harry, "Not eating, I see." he said slowly. "It's always good for a Seeker to eat a healthy meal before a game."

"I'm not hungry." Harry muttered, poking about some ham with his fork.

"That's a shame, isn't it now?"

Snape went to leave, but he stopped when Logan snapped her fingers. "I got it; you got a hair cut!" The look she received from the man was an unenthused one. "Wolfram, I worry about you." And he left.

Logan gave an awkward laugh when Snape left, but her expression quickly soured. "Damn it…maybe he got highlights…no, that can't be it unless they were really dark highlights." she muttered to herself, thinking of all the possibilities. When she turned back to the trio however, Harry was looking at Snape leaving, shifting his gaze over to Logan.

"He was limping."

Logan narrowed her eyes, smirking. "So that's what was different about him."

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The stands were crowded and the noise made Logan's eardrums pound in her ears. She grimaced when her shoe caught some gum and it was official that she was never going to another Hogwarts Quidditch game the rest of her school years. Finally, Logan made it up to the front near Hermione, Ron, and Hagrid who had a pair of binoculars in his large hand.

"This is so exciting!" Hermione exclaimed, waving her banner around.

Logan however, stood there with her arms crossed, an annoyed look on her face. "Yeah…this is just oodles of fun." Hermione ignored her statement though when the Quidditch players flew from the dugouts, soaring into the sky. Everyone cheered them one, the trio beside her yelling Harry's name in encouragement.

"You can do it, Harry!" Ron shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth. Hermione nodded in agreement, her smile bigger than her whole face. Logan looked up to see Fred and George waving at her and she gave a slow wave back. The twins knew that she disliked Quidditch; they just wanted to rub that little fact into her face.

Madame Hooch flew the middle of the circle, the Quaffle tucked under her arm. "I want a nice clean game! The first one to capture the Snitch automatically wins." She looked at each player, a smirk playing at her lips. "On my mark, the game will begin. One…two…" Madame Hooch blew the whistle, throwing the Quaffle into the air.

Katie Bell zoomed in, grabbing it in a mere second. She flew quickly down the field towards the Slytherin's goal posts and she threw it in, the Quaffle passing the Keeper's head in a mocking way. Katie bumped knuckles with Alicia who flew down the field when the Slytherin Keeper passed the Quaffle to Marcus Flint.

Logan lifted a disgusted lip when she caught sight of the Captain's teeth. Dear Lord did that boy need a dentist. And the smell wafting from his mouth was so strong that it almost made her gag. No wonder why Stella hated the boy.

Marcus pushed his broom towards the Gryffindor goal posts, but when he attempted a score, Oliver came up from below, knocking the Quaffle away with the back of his broom. He shrugged, a boastful smirk on his face when Marcus glared at him, but the green-robed Quidditch player flew towards Angelina, the girl who had retrieved the Quaffle when Oliver had knocked it away.

Angelina swerved in and out of the opponent's layout, throwing the Quaffle to Katie. The brunette rushed towards the goal, but behind there was Marcus, who grabbed one of the Beater's bats and hit a Bludger in her direction. The ballistic ball slammed into Katie, knocking her unconscious and she spiraled down to the ground.

Logan leaned over the railing, peering down at Katie. The werewolf sniffed, shaking her head when she heard the Slytherins across the field laugh at her pain. Logan closed her eyes, opening them again when she turned around, pushing through the crowd. Hermione was too distracted to notice Logan's exit.

The brunette hurried down the stairs, climbing through the creaking stands. She moved the scarlet and gold banners out of the way, spotting Katie about a yard away. Logan climbed out, clenching her fist around Katie's robes and pulling her into the stands. With one arm around her shoulders, Logan dragged her to a safe spot.

There was a nasty-looking bump forming on her temple, the edges a sickly purple color. Logan kneeled on the ground, setting her bag to the side of her. She searched through it, pulling out a water bottle she was saving for later, but the coldness would help with Katie's swelling. The Chaser groaned, opening her eyes slowly.

"Logan…what happened?" she asked, rubbing her head. She hissed when she touched the tender spot, taking the offered water bottle. Katie pressed it against her head, looking around when there was another chorus of "Oooo's" and one of Slytherin's laughter. Logan shifted the banners out of the way to see Oliver lying on the ground.

"They knocked out Oliver." Logan muttered, walking through the stands towards the goal posts. Katie was stumbling after her, but after a few moments, she steadied herself to a jog. Logan looked out, cursing when there was nothing but field between her and Oliver. She looked across the field at the staff stand, noticing how the teachers were too engrossed in the game to even notice her slowly inching towards Oliver. Logan hooked her arms under Oliver's and started to drag him towards the parted banners.

Katie helped Logan lower Oliver to the ground, fanning him and wiping the sweat from his face. He groaned, shifting a bit when Katie sprayed him with water. Logan stood up, pushing the banners to the side to scan for anymore fallen members. Well, there were none. When she let the banners fall, gasps filled the stadium.

"What the hell?" she asked, peering outside the banners. She pointed up at the sky when Katie rushed over, gasping at what she saw. Harry was bucking wildly on his broom, barely able to hang on. It swerved left and right, back and forward, and soon enough, the broom bucked Harry off.

"He's going to fall!" Katie exclaimed, covering her mouth when the broom continued to jerk around. Thankfully, it stalled and Harry was able to grasp it with two hands. Logan's eyes shifted back to the staff stand, narrowing them when she saw Snape muttering something.

Logan started to run off. "Wait, where are you going?" Katie called out, but another groan from Oliver stopped her from running after the first year.

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Logan was almost to the staff stand when she heard sighs of relief come from above. She parted the now blue and silver banners to see that Harry had once again gained control of his broom. He was grinning from ear to ear when he caught sight of the Snitch. Logan let the banners fall and she slid down the wall, sighing in relief like everyone else.

"Thank you Lord…"

"But master, it wasn't my fault. Snape got in the-"

"Silence, fool! I will not listen to your babbling!"

Logan looked to her left to see a figure standing there and she crawled closer to where she was hidden behind some stands. The smell of garlic was everywhere and she immediately knew that it was Quirrell.

"You failed once again, like all those other times. You must succeed in killing Harry Potter!" Logan's eyes widened when Quirrell nodded nervously. "Yes master, I understand. I plan to kill Harry Potter when I steal the Sorcerer's Stone."

Logan mouthed those two words…why did they sound so familiar? Oh yeah, that's right, the trio were continuously talking about it. And their prime suspect was Snape. For a long time, their speculations about Snape made no sense to her because why would Snape, a loyal individual towards Dumbledore, go against the old man's wishes of guarding the stone? There was something good about Snape and that's why she tolerated his constant complaints about Gryffindors, but Quirrell…he was a whole different story.

Quirrell started to walk away, but he stopped when the raspy whisper began to speak. "Remember that we'll be going unicorn hunting soon so make sure that no one suspects you."

"Yes master."

When Quirrell left, Logan grinned. "Sorry Professor Quirrell, but I know your dirty little secret."

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Logan trailed behind the four, hands shoved deep in her pant pockets. Gryffindor had won the game because of Harry's bizarre catch of the Snitch. He caught it…in his mouth. Yep, that's right, and he spit it out with a surprised look on his face. People cheered about Harry's success and it brought great pleasure to her when she saw Draco leave the stadium with the dirtiest look on his face.

"And you said that Harry wouldn't be able to catch the Snitch! Suck on them apples!" When she said that, his dirty look turned into a sneer and he flipped her off, immediately shoving his hands in his pockets when a teacher had looked his way.

"It was Snape! We saw him jinxing Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, her hair seeming to frizz up from the mix of frustrated and excited emotions that everyone was feeling now. "He wouldn't take his eyes off of Harry and his broom!"

"Rubbish!" Hagrid said, eyebrows furrowing. "Snape would never do that!"

"Then why did he try and get past that three-headed dog? He had a bite mark and a limp because he was trying to steal whatever that dog was guarding!"

"How do you know about Fluffy?"

"Fluffy!"

Logan looked up, a grimace covering her expression. "What kind of name is that for a hellhound?" Hagrid ignored their outbursts, shaking his head. "Fluffy is mine; I bought 'im from a Greek chappie at the pub las' year. I let Dumbledore use him to guard the-"

"To guard the what?" Ron urged on.

"Never mind that. That's top secret."

Logan perked up, "Ya know, Hagrid, I've always liked secrets. I promise not to tell!"

Hagrid shook his head, "What I'm tryin' to say is: is that Snape is a teacher! He'd never steal!" Hermione shook her head, hair flipping wildly in the wind. "But Snape was trying to kill Harry! I know a jinx when I see one, I've read about them. You have to keep eye contact and Snape's eyes were constantly on Harry!"

Logan arched an eyebrow. "Well, maybe it was a counter-curse. You know that you have to keep eye contact during those too. What if someone else was jinxing Harry and he was only trying to prevent it?" Hagrid nodded, "Thank ya, Logan. At least someone 'round here has brains."

"Besides, the only reason why you're suspecting him is because he hates us."

"One again, correct!"

The trio all shook their heads, "But it was Snape, we swear!" Ron shouted.

"I'm telling yeh that yer wrong! Snape is a Hogwarts teacher and wouldn' dare kill a student! Now listen to me, yeh four are all meddlin' into things that you have no need to meddle in! It's dangerous! You need to forget Fluffy and what he's guardin'; the only two that are involved are Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel…"

"So there is a Nicholas Flamel!" Harry said.

Hagrid's eyebrows knitted together. "I shouldn' have told you that."

Logan chuckled, shaking her head in disapproval. "You three are so wrong. I personally think it's Quirrell."

"Yeh four have all gone mad!"

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Logan leaned against the fence, rubbing Aureus' muzzle. "Oh, girl, things are so complicated at Hogwarts. Lucky that you're normal." What was she talking about? The foul was almost killed by Quirrell and his demonic split personality and also watched as her mother was killed. Logan sighed, stroking the foul's short mane.

The door to the hut opened and Hagrid stood there, beckoning her over. "Logan, would you enjoy a nice cup of tea and some rock cakes?" She nodded, hurrying over with Wolveren at her heels. The small pup went first, jumping up into one of the huge armchairs. He barked happily at Fang, jumping off instantly to paw at the old bloodhound.

Logan sat down in Wolveren's old spot. She nodded thankfully when Hagrid handed her a cup of tea and a plate of rock cakes. He plopped down in the chair opposite of her. He watched her sink her teeth into the cake with ease. A crunching noise came from her as she happily munched on it.

"So, you don't think Snape's bad?" he asked.

Logan shook her head, "No, I think Quirrell's the one."

"But he's also a teacher…"

The girl shrugged, setting her food aside. "The reason being is because he reeks with garlic and since me being a werewolf, my smell is more enhanced than others. Every time I sit out near the lake, I smell garlic. Something almost killed Hermione and I one day when we talking. Also, when Quirrell isn't moving, his turban twitches."

Hagrid hummed as an answer, pushing himself up. "You know, ever since Quirrell went to on that trip, he's come back with a changed mind. I guess I really don't hold anything against you." He looked over at her and noticed how she was staring intently at the jars on his counter. "What's wrong, Logan?"

"They're out of order…" She stood up, situating the jars in height. The girl seemed to calm down quite a bit when she sighed happily. "You were saying?"

Hagrid smiled, "Care for more cakes?"

Logan looked out the window when something caught her eye. She pulled Hagrid down, pointing. His eyes grew wide he watched as a shadowed figure seemed to float into the forest. "Oh dear…"

"Hagrid, I would like to introduce the ever secret: Professor Quirrell."

The next chapter will be Christmas time! Yay! I'm also anticipating this story to be 25-35 chapters so I'm almost finished!

Disclaimer: Every Hp character, every spell, and every inch of Hogwarts is owned by J.K. Rowling.