Heh, whoops. Looks like I made the mistake of following the book instead of the movies at one point. He's supposed to get the Nimbus 2000 now, not before. Eh well. Can't fix it now, so I'll just ignore the scene. Sorry 'bout that. On with the show!

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Great Hall, Morning Before Quidditch

Ron's POV

"Take a bit of toast mate, go on," I said, motioning at the plate of poisoned food in front of him.

Hermione caught my eye, and dispelled the poison. "Ron's right Harry, you're gonna need your strength today."

I sighed. It had been a lame attempt anyway. I was hoping to do better at the actual match. Just then the Potion's Master came up and began talking to Harry.

Afterward, Harry began speculating deeply about Snape's leg wound. He thinks that Snape let the troll in, so that he could sneak past the three headed dog.

I don't care why he did it. If Snape set a troll on the school, one that almost killed Harry, he's a friend of mind.

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Quidditch Match

Hermione's POV

I can't believe this is actually happening. I can't believe Harry's gone and landed himself as the most vulnerable position in the most dangerous sport, as a first year.

My eyes darted around the field as the players flew around. I had previously enchanted the Weasley twins' beater bats to disenchant any rouge bludgers Ron may have sent after Harry.

"The Quaffle is released, and the game begins!"

I gripped my wand tightly the whole match, deflecting spells as Ron sent them at Harry.

Hagrid showed up behind us, so we stopped hissing at each other, and pretended to be occupied in the game.

Suddenly Harry's broom gave an uncontrollable lurch. I watched for a few seconds, before realizing that a spell was behind his broom's lurches. But, it wasn't Ron's spell…

I grabbed Hagrid's binoculars, and scanned the crowds, searching for power surges that would identify the culprit.

To my shock, it was coming from the teachers' section.

"It's Snape!" I said, my eyes alighting on his lips, mouthing a spell. "He's jinxing the broom!"

"Jinxing the broom! What'll we do?" Ron's mocking voice jeered.

"Leave it to me," I hissed.

I ran over to the teachers' section. Something didn't seem right about this, but I had no time to contemplate.

Upon my arrival at the teachers' rows, I whipped out my wand and ignited Snape's robes.

A commotion broke out, and I slipped back to my seat, in time to see Harry regain control of his broom.

Breathing a sigh of relief, and shooting a gloating look at Ron, she continued safeguarding against further attacks.

Ron's POV

Glumly, I watched the match. So far, Harry was untouched. On the plus side, I almost definitely had an ally in Snape. I wish I had thought of jinxing the broom.

I began to place a charm on the snitch. It was now filled with toxin, that would release once surrounded by Harry's grasp.

The two seekers had turned into a tight dive. I shot a spell at the snitch, so that it would continue hurdling to the ground.

Happily, Harry seemed unwilling to give up the chase, even as the other seeker pulled up.

Just then, Hermione noticed my spell. She hissed a counter curse under her breath, and the snitch pulled up, just as Harry did.

She shot a glance at me, a small smile on her face. You don't know about my poison spell, I thought.

She gave a small yawn, as if bored by my attempts, and suddenly, I realized why.

The snitches interior toxin would only be released if completely surrounded by its target. Harry's hand wouldn't completely surround it, so it wouldn't release.

I was just cursing my shortsightedness, when I saw Harry catapult off his broom.

I noticed several things at once. First: I saw that his little acrobatic had caused him to swallow the snitch. Second: I realized that, in a few seconds, the toxin would release and kill him. I was just beginning to feel triumphant, when I noticed three: Hermione had casted a regurgitation spell on Harry, and he threw the snitch up.

"Harry Potter has caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins!"

Glum again, I rushed out to congratulate him.

Hermione's POV

Great Hall

Christmastime

I made my way to the Great Hall, narrowly avoiding a band of caroling ghosts. I was looking forward to the holidays, with both of us away from school, I wouldn't have to worry about Ron attacking.

Entering the Great Hall, I walked over to the table where the two boys played chess.

Instantly, I noticed something wrong. Besides, of course, the fact that Harry just hung a knight.

Quickly, I removed the spell on Ron's queen that would cause it to grow and attack Harry.

Instead, the queen just took the knight.

Shocked that Ron would risk such an open attack, I hissed, "That's totally barbaric!"

"That's wizard's chess," he responded, smirking.

I looked up at Harry, who was grinning; unaware of how close he had came to death.

"I see you've packed," Ron commented.

"See you haven't," I replied, curtly.

A broad grin spread across his face. "Change of plans. My parents have decided to go to Romania, to visit my brother Charlie. He's studying dragons there."

Desperate to keep my panic from surfacing, I changed the subject. Harry was convinced that something important was going on, involving Nicholas Flamel, the noted alchemist. Hagrid had let something slip about Dumbledore and Flamel, and Harry was convinced it had something to do with the trapdoor and the three headed dog.

I advised them to check the restricted section. With any luck, Ron would get caught and given detention.

Honestly though, I couldn't see a way out of this.

Ron's POV

Dormitory

Christmas

"Harry wake up! Come on Harry, wake up!" I called, to wake him up.

"Happy Christmas, Harry!"

"Happy Christmas, Ron!"

He gave me a funny look.

"What are you wearing?"

Jerk.

"Mum made it." I cut a look back at the tree. "Looks like you got one to!"

"I got presents?"

No, genius, I'm just pulling your leg. "Yeah!'

His eyes got all wide, apparently he had never gotten presents before. For just a second, I felt bad about all the explosives hidden in the presents. A dangerous feeling in my line of work, and I quickly shook it off.

However, it became apparent that Hermione had sabotaged everything. Everything from the exploding book, to the poisoned sweets had been completely disarmed. Curse that witch's foresight.

Then he opened one that I hadn't seen.

The card didn't show who it was from, and I got a fleeting hope that it was from one of his many enemies.

My hopes were, once again, dashed.

"I know what that is! That's an invisibility cloak!" Well, I had to act surprised and excited, didn't I?

"I'm invisible?"

Why did he have to question everything I said? 'Looks like you have one too' 'I've got presents?' 'You're wearing an invisibility cloak' 'I'm invisible?'

The rest of the day, Harry slunk around in his cloak. If this was a gift from Hermione, it was a good one. It was immune to spells, it was the best invisibility cloak I had ever seen.

He kept under cover most of Christmas, except when we were surrounded by people, when attack was nearly impossible. Public attacks were only possible if the attack couldn't be traced back to me.

Ron's POV

Christmas Night

I sat in my bed, plotting. Harry had run off under cover of his invisibility cloak. I could only hope that he was caught and expelled, or fell off a staircase, or happened across some other horrible thing.

I heard footsteps running up to the dormitory. I leapt under my covers.

"RON! RON! YOU'VE GOTTA SEE THIS! IT'S MY PARENTS! MY PARENTS, RON!"

Well, at least he's gone stark raving mad. That could help things.

As I followed him under the invisibility cloak, my mind raced with ideas of how to take advantage of his craziness.

He pulled me into a room, which was furnished by an old mirror.

I stepped over to look in it properly. "That's me!" I said. "Only I-I'm" killing Harry "Head boy! And I'm" receiving my reward in front of the whole agency "holding the Quidditch Cup too! And bloody Hell I'm" being given a promotion to top agent "Quidditch Captain too!" I looked at him, a sudden thought forming in my head. "Harry, you don't suppose this mirror could tell the future, do you?"

"How could it? Both my parents are dead."

And you're with them.

My point exactly.

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