I woke up, feeling more excited than ever. Today was my first Quidditch match as seeker, against Harry Potter. I could hardly eat, despite the concerns of my fellow Slytherins.

After a pitiful breakfast, I made my way to the Quidditch Pitch. Madam Hooch was the referee, standing in the middle of the pitch, and made her speech of having a nice fair game, blah, blah, blah. Then the game began.

"And the quaffle is immediately taken by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor, what an excellent chaser that girl is, and rather attractive too." The commentary, Lee Jordan of Gryffindor spoke into the microphone.

I laughed. I left my position for a short while, coming up behind Lee, and stole the microphone from him. "Yeah, such a pretty attraction, for bugs! Now Lee, this is a Quidditch game, not ball which you propose to Johnson in!" I said. There were chuckles from the Slytherin side. I handed or rather threw the mic to Lee, earning myself a stern glance from McGonagall.

I resumed scanning the pitch for the pitch when I saw it. The golden snitch.

Unfortunately, Harry saw it too. We both dived, hands outstretched. Then it happened.

Our brooms started jerking up and down, trying to throw us off. I hung on with all my might, trying not to fall off. With one hand on my broom and the other free, I reached out my free hand and managed to grasp the snitch. But I felt Harry's hand close around the snitch at the same time.

We were now having a mini fight over the snitch and fighting to get a firm grip on our brooms. Then the brooms stopped jerking. I let out a sigh of relief, welcoming the stillness.

I forgot about the snitch when Lee screamed into the microphone: "Harry Potter of Gryffindor and Shade Potter of Slytherin both catch the snitch!" There were boos and cheers. "The score is now 170-210! Slytherin wins the match!"

The Slytherins cheered. But Harry just had to ruin the moment. "It's not fair! Flint scored five times when our brooms were jerking! I declare a rematch!"

The Slytherin side erupted into protests. Madam Hooch nodded. "The boy has a fair point. The Gryffindor v.s Slytherin rematch will be scheduled next week!"

I let out a growl, stomping away. I was by the Great Hall when I heard the Golden Trio talking.

"So Snape tried to steal whatever Fluffy is guarding?"

"Yeah, that explains the blood."

"But who is Nicholas Flamel?"

"IDK, but it must belong to him."

"Keep an eye on Snape, everyone."

I rolled my eyes. They were always coming up with the weirdest assumptions.

I turned away getting ready for bed. Christmas is coming soon, and I need to give presents to my friends. I already knew what to give Draco, green apple candy. My Thunderstorms would get some pranking materials, and a few cookies. I decided I could bake the cookies myself, and since I'm coming with Lori for Christmas break, I could always go shopping in Diagon Alley. With a yawn, I crawled into bed and fell into a deep sleep.

"Wake up, Shade! It's Christmas!" Lori squealed, shaking me.

"Alright, alright. I'm up." I mumbled. I opened my eyes, then immediately leapt back. I found three pairs of eyes peeking at me. "Bloody hell, Himalaya, Loran, you scared me!"

They chuckled. "Come on, let's open presents!"

We made our way to the tree where loads of presents were. I opened the first one addressed to me, finding it was from Draco.

He sent me a pretty heart shaped necklace that sparkled in the lamplight. I smiled, putting it on.

I opened the next package, finding packages of sweets from Loran. But thinking they weren't for me to eat, I cast a spell, searching for enchantments. Sure enough, these candies were meant to change the color of your hair.

I chuckled. "You're lucky I didn't eat them, Lorander Lilliander Sanches!"

She only smirked in reply before motioning for me to open my other packages. I opened the one from Himalaya next, finding a beautiful charm bracelet. I smiled at her warmly, putting it on.

Lori gave me a box of chocolate frogs.

Finally, I was down to two presents only. I opened the first one, to find some sort of silvery fabric sliding out. I picked it up, confused. "What is this?" The girls shrugged, confused too. I shrugged, chucking it at the top of the christmas tree, thinking it was some prank. But to my utter astonishment, the tip of the tree disappeared.

"It's an invisibility cloak!" Lori whispered.

I picked it off the tree. I wrapped it around myself, going to the mirror. I gasped. I was completely invisible!

"Wicked." I gasped. But then a note slipped out.

To S.P,

This cloak is an old possession of your father, NP. I have to admit, even though I am ashamed of having such feelings, I sort of have a soft spot for you, The Girl Who Was Spared. Remember, I spared you for a reason. Use it well.

From T.M.R

I was completely shocked. "N.P, but my father's initials were J.P! And who is this T.M.R?"

I turned to the next parcel, which was a note. But the note was still incomplete. Words were still dancing across the page.

S.P,

Seems like I owe you an explanation. Harry is not your brother, he is your cousin. You were born to Nicholas Potter and Regan Singer, on July 14, 1980. Your father and mother are very much alive right now, and is waiting to show themselves to you in 1998. Have a happy Christmas,

T.M.R

My head spun with this new information. My father is Nicholas Potter. Harry is my cousin. T.M.R is a stalker. I sighed. I have to wait until my seventh year at Hogwarts to see my "dead" parents. Until then, Harry Potter is my twin brother in everyone else's eyes.

Oh boy, what have my life turned into.