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Well last week my internet was being stupid so I couldn't go on the internet. I ended up writing three more chapters to this story! You proud? I'm hoping to get a steady pattern when I post stories from now on! Thanks again and happy reading.

November was soon upon us, which meant it got cold. The mountains around the school turned grey, the lake chilled over and every morning the grounds were covered in frost. November also meant that the Quidditch season was starting. The very first match of the season was coming up. Gryffindor versus Slytherin.

Ever since Harry had told me about him becoming Seeker, the Slytherins had decided to keep his new position a secret from everyone else. They practiced secretly and wouldn't tell anyone who had filled the position, calling Harry their 'secret weapon'. But still, somehow, the news of Harry becoming Seeker got out and it had started to fray at Harry's nerves so more than they already were. Most of the students would either say he would be great or he would fall flat on his face.

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Hermione had lent me her copy, or should I say the library's copy, of Quidditch Through the Ages which was a very interesting read. Did you know that there are 700 ways to commit a foul? I didn't.

One day in the courtyard Hermione had conjured a small blue fire that she had put in a jar to keep us warm. We both hid it behind our backs so no one would see it, surly it would be against the rules.

I watched as Snape limped across the courtyard.

There must have been something about our faces, maybe we looked guilty, because he made his way towards us "What's that you got there, Potter?"

I showed him Quidditch Through the Ages with a raised eyebrow.

Snape immediately snatched the book from me "Library books are not to be taken outside school. Five points from Gryffindor."

"He made that rule up." Hermione muttered angrily when he was out of earshot.

"You would know." I snorted "You practically live in the library."

Hermione glared "Anyway, wonder what's up with his leg."

I shrugged "Dunno, but I hope its really hurting him."

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That night in the common room was hectic. The Quidditch players were being bombarded by Wood to get a good night's sleep for the game tomorrow and the others were too excited to rest for the upcoming first match of the season. I fiddled with a string that had unraveled and watched Hermione 'tsk' and 'hum' as she went through my homework, something she insisted on doing and something I couldn't refuse if it meant she was going to give me free answers.

I sighed "I think I'm going to go and try to get Quidditch Through the Ages back from Snape..."

Hermione glanced up "You're head versus mine."

I stuck my tongue out at her "But I was thinking he can't say no if other teachers are there."

Hermione chewed the tip of her quill "Smart, unless no one's there."

"I'm praying there will be." I admitted and got up to walk down to the Staff room. I passed by Ron, Dean and Seamus who all were staring at a piece of paper, making me wonder what Seamus will end up accidentally setting aflame. No matter whether they meant for it to happen or not, it's still going to happen anyway.

I knocked on the staff room door, crossing my arms across my chest as I glanced around. There was no answer so I knocked on the wood harder. Still no answer so I decided that meant either no one had heard me, they were being rude and were ignoring me, or no one was there. I was leaning more so on the later.

I opened the door and froze in shook at the sight before me. Snape was holding his robes above his knee, his one leg was bloody and mangled, while Filch was handing Snape bandages. If Snape's leg wasn't mangled and Filch was a little closer these two would have some explaining to do. Gross.

Snape cursed "Blasted thing. How are you supposed to keep your eyes on all three heads at once?"

All three heads? Wait a second...

I turned on my heel and slowly started to inch the door shut when a shout made me jump "Potter!"

I opened the door fully so I could see Snape, who dropped his robes and glared at me in fury. I smiled sheepishly "I just stopped by to wonder if I could get my book back."

"Get out!" Snape seethed "Get out!"

I didn't need to be told again. I spun on the spot and ran all the way back to Gryffindor tower before Snape could take off any of our well-earned points. I panted and clutched at my side as I jumped through the portrait, making my way feebly towards Hermione.

She glanced up at me and raised an eyebrow at my sweaty forehead and the fact that I was basically clutching my side "So, did you get the book?"

I shook my head and relayed everything that had just happened.

"So you know what this means Hermione!? Snape was the one who tried to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween! I'd bet my broomstick he let that troll in, to make a diversion!"

Hermione closed her book with a snap "Hope, I know he's mean, but Snape is a teacher. He wouldn't try to get past anything that Dumbledore put there to be guarded."

I sighed "Maybe you're right, but I'm keeping an eye on him."

"Like you already don't." Hermione told me dryly.

I gave her a pointed look "I'm not putting anything past Snape."

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That morning the air was bright, but very cold, the air in the Great Hall was cheerful as everyone got ready for a good Quidditch match, us first years practically bubbling in excitement. Especially the muggle-raised and Muggleborns.

I glanced in Harry's general direction as I passed the snake table, but Harry wasn't watching, he was too busy pushing away Daphne's attempts at getting him to eat something.

Eleven o'clock rolled around faster than you would think, especially with the excited atmosphere and the fact that no one could sit still because they were practically bussing with excitement.

The whole school pushed and shoved until we were all seated in the stadium seats, some students already placing bets. A banner flashed over in the Slytherin end, the banner read 'Potter for President' and a large Slytherin snake was drawn beneath it. One of the older students has charmed the letters to flash different colors.

We watched as the two teams walked on, Gryffindor in their scarlet robes while Slytherin bore their green robes. Madam Hooch was refereeing, her broom pressed underneath her armpit. She spoke to the group "Alright I want a nice fair game, all of you."

She seemed to be speaking particularly to the Slytherin captain, Marcus Flint, a fifth year. He was an odd looking boy... nearly looking like a troll.

"Mount your brooms please."

Madam Hooch gave a sharp blast of her whistle and the game was on. All of the brooms shot skyward, Madam Hooch releasing the Quaffle into the throng of players.

"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor, what an excellent Chaser that girl is and rather attractive too-"

"Jordan!"

"Sorry Professor." Came the reply.

The twin's friend Lee Jordan was being the commentary for this game, carefully observed by Professor McGonagall that is.

Hermione and I traded amused looks.

"And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve, back to Johnson and no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes Flint flying like an eagle up there he's going to sc– no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and OUCH that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger, Quaffle taken by the Slytherins that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goalposts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which, nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes she's really flying, dodges a speeding Bludger the goalposts are ahead come on, now, Angelina Keeper Bletchley dives misses GRYFFINDOR SCORE!"

The Gryffindors momentarily deafen everyone in the stadium by their cheers and screams. The Slytherins trying to overpower us with their own boos, but failing terribly.

"Budge up there, move along." A familiar voice calls suddenly.

I turn around "Hagrid!"

"Bin' watchin' from me hut," Hagrid patted a pair of binoculars around his neck "but it isn't the same as bein' in the crowd. No sign of the snitch yet?"

We both shake our heads "Not that we know of, neither seeker has been doing much but watching the game so far."

Which was true. Harry was sitting in one place above the game, looking around for the Snitch and watching the Quaffle every once in a while. The Gryffindor seeker was Louis Reynard, a fourth year boy with short blonde hair and hazel eyes that were bright atop chiseled features. But off topic, he was currently watching the game and looking for the snitch while lazily lapping the field in circles.

We watched as Harry easily dodged a Buldger and yelled something to Lance Talbot, who has come to retrieve it. Lance was a burly man with little brain and currently one of the Slytherin beaters. He whacked the ball towards one of the Gryffindor chasers, whoever it was dodging it with a small barrel roll.

"Slytherin in possession," Lee Jordan was saying "Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the- wait a moment was that the Snitch?"

The stadium seemed to hush at that and we all looked around wildly. Adrian Pucey even dropped the Quaffle as he watched the small flash of gold fly past his ear.

I felt Ronald Weasley's elbow jam into my side as both Seekers sped off towards the golden ball. Harry was currently a few inches before Louis, who was slightly bigger than Harry due to him being a fourth year. The Chasers had even forgotten what they were supposed to be doing in favor of watching the two seekers dive for the snitch.

Harry was sure to have gotten the snitch if that Bludger hadn't come out of nowhere, scattering the two seekers and causing the snitch to disappear. A groan of disappointment rang through the crowd as George Weasley whacked the Bludger towards a Slytherin.

Alicia Spinnet quickly scored Gryffindor another point during the confusion. The Slytherin Keeper being to occupied watching the seekers to try and intervene.

A collection of jeers rang through the houses except for Slytherin, who's Chaser got a Bludger to the face.

"Slytherin in possession Flint with the Quaffle passes Spinnet passes Bell hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose only joking, Professor Slytherins scores..."

"Dunno what Harry thinks he's doing," Hagrid mumbled suddenly, staring through his binoculars up towards Harry "If I didn' know better, I'd say he'd lost control of his broom . . . but he can't have. . . ."

I frowned and followed Hagrid's gaze, eyes landing on the Slytherin. Harry's broom had started to roll over and over, Harry barley managing to hold on. The broom suddenly gave a wild jerk and Harry was thrown off, one hand managing to latch itself onto the handle.

"Did something happen to it when that Bludger nearly smashed into him?" Seamus asked joining in on our conversation.

"Can't have," Hagrid shook his large head "Can't nothing interfere with a broomstick except powerful Dark magic, no kid could do that to a Nimbus Two Thousand."

Hermione's eyes lit up at that and she seized Hagrid's binoculars. Instead of looking at Harry who was still dangling, she searched the crowds. I blinked at her when she snapped around to look at me "I knew it! Snape- look!"

I grabbed the binoculars and scanned the crowd for the man who happened to be sitting opposite us in the middle of the stands. His eyes were fastened on Harry and he was muttering nonstop under his breath. I pulled the binoculars away "Maybe he's trying to save him? I mean, why would Snape harm his own seeker? He wants Slytherin to win, not lose."

Hermione gave me an odd look "Now you're defending him? He's obviously jinxing the broom!"

I turned back to watch the man "Are you sure, you were always defending him first anyway. I mean ok, what should we do?"

"Leave it to me."

Hermione has disappeared before I knew it. I wiped my hair from my face and turned back to Harry, his broom had now started to vibrate violently, his grip starting to loosen. The whole crowd watched as Fred and George Weasley tried to grab the boy, but the broom was having none of it, and would fly higher every time they got close. They eventually dropped lower, obviously hoping to catch him if he fell. Marcus Flint had grabbed the Quaffle and scored five times without anyone knowing. Nice to know his own team wasn't that concerned, considering it was the Gryffindor twins trying to save their seeker.

"Come on Hermione." I muttered worriedly.

Hermione later told me that she had said a few well-chosen words and had set the hem of Snape's robes on fire. It took Snake thirty seconds to realize he was on fire, but Hermione scooped the fire into a jar inside her pocket and scampered off before she could get caught.

It was enough though and Harry was soon back onto his own broom. I heard Ron tell Neville who had been sobbing into the back of Hagrid's jacket "Neville you can look!"

Neville looked up just in time to see Harry fall off his broom and onto the ground, clamping his hand across his mouth as if he might be sick. He coughed and something gold fell into his hand. Harry's head snapped up and he held the ball up higher "I've got the snitch!"

The stadium grew silent as we all blinked in confusion before the Slytherins burst in celebration. The Slytherins all surrounded their player while the Gryffindors landed, Wood telling them something. Slytherin had won one hundred and seventy points to sixty.

Hagrid smiled and started to make his way down the stadium towards Harry, making the others move out of the way, so we followed right behind him. Once on the grounds Hagrid went to find Harry while Hermione and I started to make our way towards the castle, thinking we could congratulate him when he wasn't surrounded.

My hand was snatched out of nowhere and I came face to face with Daphne. "Hey, me, Harry and Theo are going to Hagrid's for tea. Harry wanted me to ask you two if you wanted to come?"

I traded a glance with Hermione who replied with a smile "Sure, we'd love too."

We would?

Hermione shot me a look that told me to shut my mouth. I just nodded.

We all made our way silently to Hagrid's hut and we opened the door after a moment of knocking. A waft of hot air hit us as the large door opened, Fang leaping away from Harry and jumping over to me happily. I scratched his ears "Hiya Fang!"

The dog barked at me and continued to follow me as Hermione, Daphne and I plopped down in Hagrid's oversized chair. Harry and Theodore sat at the nearby table with Hagrid.

Hermione slid her fingers through her hair "So..."

"What was up with your broom Harry?" Theodore asked suddenly.

Harry frowned "I don't know. One moment it was fine, the next it was trying to throw me off."

I bit my lip and looked at Hermione who gave a minuscule nod "It was Snape."

The four heads snapped to look at me. Hermione bobbed her head "Yeah, Hope and I saw him, he was cursing your broomstick, muttering and he wouldn't take his eyes off of you."

Harry seemed to consider it, but Daphne shook her head with a frown "But Snape wants Slytherin to win, why would he curse Harry's broom? Plus, Snape wouldn't hurt one of his own snakes."

"He has always hated me though." Harry mused.

"I was wondering the same thing," I nodded to Daphne "but Hermione did something to break his contact and Harry's broom stopped acting up."

"That was you?" Harry asked surprised "I wondered why it stopped so suddenly."

"Hey, if you were to fall, Fred and George would have caught you. While your captain was over there scoring points. Even Wood was worried for you. His attention was on you. He didn't block Flint at least." I huffed.

Harry nodded mutely, I guess that had been on his mind too.

"But back on Snape-" Hermione spoke up suddenly.

"I don't know why he would do that to Harry, maybe it's because we're related, but I caught him last night showing Filch his leg." I interjected. "He must have tried to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween. It bit him. We think he's trying to get at whatever the dogs hiding."

Daphne gaped at us "You really think so?"

Theodore opened his mouth to speak, but was caught off by Hagrid dropping his teapot "How do you know about Fluffy."

Hermione gently picked the pot back up. We all looked up at Hagrid "Fluffy!?"

"Yeah. He's mine. Bough' him off a Greek chappie in a pub las' year. Lent him ter Dumbledore to guard the-"

Hagrid stopped abruptly as we all traded eager glances "Now don't ask me anymore, top secret."

"But Snape's trying to steal it!" Theodore started.

"Rubbish, Snape is a Hogwarts teacher, he'd do nothin' of the sort."

"So then why did he go and try to kill Harry!" Daphne cried.

"I know a jinx when I see one, Hagrid, I've read all about them! You've got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking at all, I saw him!" Hermione insisted.

"I'm tellin' yeh, yer wrong!" said Hagrid hotly. "I don' know why Harry's broom acted like that, but Snape wouldn' try an' kill a student! Now, listen to me, all five of yeh yer meddlin' in things that don' concern yeh. It's dangerous. You forget that dog, an' you forget what it's guardin', that's between Professor Dumbledore an' Nicolas Flamel."

"Aha!" said Harry triumphantly "So there's someone called Nicolas Flamel involved, is there?"

Hagrid looked absolutely furious with himself.