I DO NOT KNOW WHY ALL THE STUFF I SUBMIT NOW IS UNDERLINED!IT'S NOT INTENTIONAL:(

Quillian: Enough said, and greatly appreciated. Thank you for posting:)

Chaos666: Thanks again for posting, it was described in an earlier chapter, rather simple, and not frightening in his sleep state. He looks like a clear blob. I thought about going with some grotesque look, but this is a drama, romance, and I thought I've gotten off the path of that enough.

EnlightenedKing: Wow! What a kind review. Thanks, and I'm glad that I could bring the pages to life for you. I'll continue to write for as long as I can, but I would really like to end the story soon. But don't worry; with the way I'm going, it doesn't look like I'm going to anytime soon. If I all of a sudden stop, than you can just end it the way that you want in your mind. So long as Harry and Cho, eventually end up together. But I'll try to finish…

chinexican: Thanks sis, and thanks for finally posting. I'm going to make you a Slytheren;)

hitman12345: Wow, a rather scathing, and through review, but I'll try and address your concerns by points:)

1.I don't try to portray Harry as weak. Now stuck up, and arrogant? Well I got the arrogant right out of "Order of the Phoenix" look I know that he had problems that year, but he was going of on everyone, Ron, Hermione, and Cho. He seemed to be the most viscous when people tried to apologize to him. Example, Ron, and Hermione, at Grimald Place, and Cho in the Great Hall.

2. The stuck up thing, I'm doing, because, I'm having him give in some to the fame. But tell me that you wouldn't have wanted to zap Draco, after six years of his bitching!

3. I've never tried to make him into an idiot, but everyone sometimes does idiotic things. Myself more than most.

4. Don't underestimate Marietta, and don't think that she is working alone. She couldn't have gotten that invisibility cloak on her own, but she is smart. How smart? Well I took the idea from COS, when Voldermort was calculating, intelligent, and was able to kill a girl during his sixth year, and get away with it! The difference? Marietta isn't as smart as You-Know-Who, but she is close, and actually has more legitimacy as a "Pure Blood!" Also I added in a bit of Hitler, sprinkled a little Bill Gates, with a dash of some BBC, and CNN program directors, and stirred lightly. I would have added a few chunks of George Bush, but that would have just made her dumb, and I was going for evil genius. But in the end, Marietta can outwit Potter much of the time, and I just made her quicker on the draw with wands, it could happen. Harry Potter is not god. Nor is he infallible.

I am sorry that you have not had a pleasant read so far, and I would like you to keep reading, but in my story Harry is not perfect, he is brave, and noble, but I, being a Ravenclaw prize intelligence as being equally important. I mean, Doctors who cure diseases, and people who invent things like the helicopter save lives as much as soldiers, cops, and firemen. So in conclusion it's the wit of Marietta vs. the courage of Harry. Fortunately he has a couple of witty girls backing him, Cho and Hermione. But really except for the Harry and Cho, hooking up part, even I'm not sure how this will go.

Okay everyone who's come back… um well this is the longest chapter ever, and I'm sorry, but there is a Quidditch match, and I wasn't sure how to describe it. I think I was shooting for not to much detail, and not to little. I think I missed the mark. Well as I said it's long. Harry sees the entire match play in his head, and he sees everything that everyone was telling him about. I tried really hard to not leave any plot holes, and to mention everything. There is a bit of stuff that seems like useless info, but I almost had the shape shifter leave the pitch with his wand, and Harry still has it with him when he left the pitch, so I didn't want anyone going "Aha! You said he still had the wand. I know I'm the only one who thinks of this though, and that's because I'm completely mental. Sooooo here's to the next chapter being monstrously shorter.

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Hufflepuff:

Chaser-Emit Walsh (Also Team Captain)

Chaser-Kimberly Dowding

Chaser-Jason Cadwallader

Beater-Max Beck

Beater-Stacy Bromhead

Keeper-Reginald (Rex) Chard

Seeker-Cindy Miggins

Gryffindor:

1. Chaser-Ginny Weasley

2. Chaser-Katie Bell

3. Chaser-George Cornwallis

4. Beater-Abhay Singh

5. Beater-Alfie Bond

6. Keeper-Ron Weasley

7. Seeker-Harry Potter (Also Team Captain)

Guest Referee: Jeremy Stretton of Ravenclaw

Chapter 29: Aggressive Quidditch

It was the same nightmare again. He was again being tortured by the crucio curse. Voldermort making him feel endless pain. Harry was tossing and turning in bed, covered in sweat. It was early into the nightmare that he had had so many times before. He knew that he was dreaming all this but he could never wake up until the end. There was still much more torture to go. Wake up! Harry told himself, to no avail. But something started to change this time. For a moment everything became blurry, and several lights flashed around Harry. When his vision began to comeback he was no longer in the dungeon, but someplace very familiar. Where? He involuntarily closed his eyes in the dream. At least he thought it was still a dream, but everything felt so fresh, and every sense he had was so clear. Harry searched around for something, a board on a tripod, and a quill. He felt for his wand to make sure that it was in his pocket. Every movement that he made, every action was not of his own free will. He felt like a helpless guest in his own body. What was going on? Harry was able to catch glimpse of items in the area. He was in the Gryffindor changing room, at the Quidditch pitch. Harry grabbed a quill and a large piece of parchment that he draped over the board mounted on the tripod. At the base of the board was a small ledge to put quill and ink bottle on. Harry began drawing up what looked like some odd Quidditch plays, but still had no control over his own actions. He tried to move his hands to his side, to see if he could control himself, but he had no control. Everything felt so real! Was he really at the pitch?

After Harry had been drawing for a while, he heard noises outside the room. The door opened, and Katie Bell and the rest of the Gryffindor team began to fill in the room. Ron came up to him right away.

"'arry? Why did you leave Filches class like that? You lost us points. And why are you already here? I thought you might have been ill or something. Your… your already in your Quidditch uniform, you must have come strait here from charms. What's going on?" Ron asked suspiciously. Harry gave him a hearty slap on the back and a mischievous smile.

"Relax Ron; it's just a few points. Besides, what does it mater, today were going to to cream Hufflepuff in a great Quidditch game." Harry said. Did he just say that? He thought. He was still not able to control any of his own words. "Everyone please take a seat. Now I know that you're all anxious to get ready, but this being my first year as team captain, I wanted to show you a few plays that were going to use to beat those pureblood slime in Slytheren this year. Now I…" He started, but was interrupted by Ginny waving her hand back and fourth. "Err… yes Ginny, is it?" He said concentrating on remembering her name. Wait! Why did he have to concentrate on that? He had known Ginny forever. She was his best friend's sister.

"Hump! I should hope it is still Ginny. Look when you say pureblood slime, I think you forget that Ron, and Abhay and I are all purebloods as well. I know that you and Hermione have had a hard time with Malfoy and his lot calling you mudblood and all, but we're not all like that okay?" Ginny said offended. Harry unconsciously rolled his eyes.

"Come on Ginny, I wasn't talking about you and the team, I was only talking about most purebloods. The ones who will not move over for us Muggleborn to run things. Abhay shot up out of his seat with a look of disgust on his face.

"Excuse me. What the bloody hell are you talking about Potter? Most of us don't have a problem with Muggleborn people in our society. I for instance…" Abhay started, but Harry cut him off.

"Fascinating story… and you weave it so well. Look we can discus politics some other time, but I'm trying to run a Quidditch team here. So just put anything else you wanted to talk about away for another time. Right now I wanted to go over some game planes to beat Slytheren. Now I've taken the liberty of drawing up some good plays, and I want to go over them with you. Now look we all know that Slytheren has a habit of playing very aggressively, and taking cheep shots. Well this year were not going to stand for it. This year, were going to match them. I want you all to take as many cheap shots as you can get. Play very ruff as you like. Our new strategy is: Do whatever it takes to win! If you can knock someone off their broom without getting caught, than do it." Harry said with an air of excitement that was not his. No! No! He thought. Don't listen to me. I'm being controlled by Voldermort or something. But those words didn't come out. Only more of his plan to use Hufflepuff as practice for a math with Slytheren.

"Harry Have you lost your bleeding mind? Were not Slytheren. We don't want to play like that. We don't' want to cheat." Ron complained, to the agreement of the rest of the team. Harry could feel a frown coming over his face.

"Look I'm team captain. Were going to win the Quidditch Cup. How we do it doesn't have to concern you. I thought that you were all behind me. I thought that you all knew that I was "The boy who lived." Now Quidditch has always been an aggressive sport. My first year here I remember Katie getting knocked off her broom by a burly Slytheren. You don't have to cheat a lot. Just play rough and aggressive. Play like Slytherin does. I guarantee you that we will win the house cup if you all just trust me. Trust The Boy Who Lived. Harry finished, regretting every word that came out, but not being able to stop himself. Katie Bell walked up to Harry.

"Okay, Potter…we'll play aggressive. Your team captain, it's your call. But I don't like it. Do we even need to do that to Hufflepuff? They are the worst team at Hogwarts. I mean defeating them will be easy, even if we only give it half the effort. It's just a practice game after all." Katie finished. Harry put a hand on her shoulder.

"Look, uh… Bell. Were practicing for Slytheren. So pretend that it's Draco and his lot out there today. Just forget that it's Hufflepuff, and picture them all as Slytheren. I mean it Bell. I don't want to see them scoring one point. Do you understand?" Harry asked. Harry felt sick. How could he be saying this? Was this a nightmare? It felt so real. Voldermort must be controlling him. Don't listen to me Katie he thought. Katie nodded. He could tell that the whole team felt uneasy about the plan. But several of the students were the ones who had asked for his autograph on the train, and in the halls. He knew that they had confidence in the decision he made, but it was not his decision. Everyone started to walk out to the pitch, but Ron pulled him back for a minute.

"Harry, what's wrong with you? Have you taken a blow to the head?" Ron asked. Harry turned to face his best friend.

"What's wrong with you Ron? Don't you want to win?" Harry asked against his will.

"I don't want to win like this." Ron countered. Harry smirked.

"Well than maybe you shouldn't be on the team. I'm trying to put together a winning team here. Don't forget that. Now just do your job." Harry finished irritated. Ron gave a sigh, and started out the door without another word.

The Gryffindor team approached the center of the field, where the Hufflepuffs, are already waiting, with looks of excitement. Emit Walsh walked up to Harry with a smile on his face, and extended his hand.

"Hello Potter, it's good to see you again! This is my team. We're all first time players, well except for me, and Cadwallader, that is." Walsh said happily. Harry took his hand and gave it a very tight squeeze as he shook it. Walsh was caught off guard, and laughed nervously. He seemed to thank that Harry was trying to be funny, so he squeezed back, but could not match his power. After a few seconds Walsh seemed to be in pain, and Harry could feel himself smiling, and Walsh winched in pain. Finally Walsh pulled his hand away quickly, and began rubbing it with his other hand. He tried to laugh it off. "Ha, pretty firm grip you got there Potter. Remember, to go easy on me, and my team, it's just a practice match, okay?" Walsh said with a smile. Harry smiled back.

"Sure thing Walsh… we'll go easy on you. But you know… sometimes accidents happen in this game, and people get hurt no mater what. Something to think about." Harry said. Walsh gave him a quizzical look, but then smiled again.

"Well, I'm sure that we'll be okay. Would you like to meet the members of my team?" Walsh asked happily.

"No." Harry said casually. "We came here to play a game, let's play. We can socialize after, right?" Harry said. Harry wanted to cry in his mind, as he sensed something terrible was going to happen, but couldn't do anything to stop himself. Walsh looked a bit disappointed, but nodded his head.

"Okay, Potter, Your right, we'll all hand out later." Walsh said.

"Oh! Walsh, one thing. Are you a pureblood?" Harry asked suddenly. Walsh was surprised at the question.

"Well, yea. I told you I was in the Great Hall. Um… why do you ask?" Walsh said curious. Harry gave a mischievous grin.

"No reason. Just curious." Harry said. "Let's play."

The players got on their brooms, and got in a circle in the middle of the pitch. Harry recognized the referee as Jeremy Stretton, a seventh year Ravenclaw, who Walsh had picked as an independent party to judge the game. He nodded to the team Captains.

"Mr. Walsh. Mr. Potter, good to see you both. Okay we want a nice clean game, we all know the rules, and I wish you both good luck. Oh and Potter, thanks again for what you did at the Ministry last year. Were all real proud of you." Harry nodded, and noticed a flash of bright light out of the corner of his eye. He looked up at the area that the score keeper sat, and noticed two short blond haired kids sitting there, one had a camera. Harry looked at Ron, and pointed at the two.

"Who are they Ron?" Harry asked. Ron gave him a bewildered look.

"Harry do you need a new prescription for your glasses? There only your biggest fans. Colin and Dennis Creevey. They wanted to watch, so I made them score keepers. Harry searched his mind, trying to remember them. Why was he doing this, he knew who they were!

"Oh yes, I remember now. Look go over there, and have him put away the camera. I don't want any pictures taken here." Harry said.

"What are you talking about Harry? What happened to wanting pictures of your adoring fans?" Ron inquired.

"Huh… oh right. Well, that can wait until I'm ready, but for now. No pictures. Go tell him real quick Ron." Ron rolled his eyes.

"Fine." He said and sped away to the score booth. Jeremy Stretton looked at Harry confused as Ron flew by him.

"Err… ready Potter?" he said.

"Almost Harry replied. In a few minutes Ron was back.

"Well I told him, but he's really disappointed. Anyway he wants to know when he can take some pictures." Ron said casually.

"When I bloody feel like it." Harry said, agitated. Ron raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Stretton sat on his broom, in the middle of the pitch, Quaffel in hand.

"Alright! Ready Hufflepuff?" Stretton asked. Walsh nodded eagerly. Stretton turned to Harry. "Ready Gryffindor?" Stretton asked of Harry putting the whistle in his mouth. Harry grabbed his Fire-bolt tightly with both hands, and nodded his head. Stretton threw the Quaffel in the air with all his might, and blew on the whistle at the same time signaling game on.

At that instant a million things seemed to happen at once. Cindy Miggins the Hufflepuff Chaser shot up high, and away from the circle to go look for the snitch, as Rex Chard, and Ron Weasley moved away to their respective goals. Harry was also supposed to go and look for the snitch, instead kicked his firebolt at full power over the head of Jeremy Stretton to grab the Quaffel first. Using his superior speed he made it to with in a few yards of the goal, at which time he was flanked on both sides by two Hufflepuff chasers. Harry continued to fly strait for the Gryffindor goal and saw Chard in front of the goal to his left. Harry zoomed with in less than a yard of the third year, and with all the strength he had, and to his much regret, slammed the Quaffel at full force into his head. Rex was knocked off his broom to the sand patch below, and the Quaffel bounced back behind Harry and was instinctively caught by Jason Cadwallader, a Hufflepuff chaser, who froze in shock for a minute after seeing what Harry had done to his keeper. Harry wanted to call a time out, to see about Chard, but he was just a passenger in his own body, and without will or hesitation he zoomed strait at Cadwallader to grab the Quaffel away from him, and almost knocking him off his broom as well. Harry could feel a look of anger tighten on his face as he ripped the Quaffel out of the Hufflepuff Chasers hands, and shot over to the keeperless goal to slam the ball through the center loop, just before a time out was called over the intercom. Walsh had asked the referee for a time out to check on his keeper. Both teams gathered round.

Walsh lightly slapped Chard's cheeks to wake him up. He had a nasty burse on the left of his forehead. Chard slowly opened his eyes.

"What… what happened?" He asked dazed. Harry could feel a sinister grin come across his face.

"You okay Chard? Sorry about that… I thought that you were going to duck. I guess you didn't know I had the Quaffel. Didn't expect the seeker to come after you with it." Harry said sounding sincere. Harry screamed inside to tell everyone that he wasn't in control of his own actions, but to no avail. Chard looked up at Harry, still a little out of it.

"I… yea, I guess you caught me off guard." Chard said. I'm okay to play. I just need a second." Chard said, and sat back down. Walsh looked up at Harry.

"Potter… why did you go after the Quaffel? I mean, it's not the seekers job." He asked. Harry shrugged.

"No rule against it, and besides it got Gryffindor a quick ten points. People just don't expect the seeker to go after the Quaffel." Harry said lightly. Walsh let out a sigh.

"Alright… I suppose your right, but um… take it easy on us, it's just a practice match, were not playing for the cup… okay?" Walsh asked in a kind manner. Harry gave him a smile.

"Sure Walsh, no problem, just a practice game, but… try and keep up. We have some real opponents in a few weeks, and, well we want to be ready." Harry said a bit indignant. He slowly drifted his broom toward the center of the field to wait for Huffelpuff to get ready. As he did he passed by Cadwallader, who had an expression, of anger, and determination on his face. After several minutes and a first aid charm, Chard was back on his broom and everyone was gathered around the center of the pitch. Jeremy Stretton looked at each of the two team captains, who both clutched their brooms tightly. He looked worried, but after a moment of hesitation called out: "Ready Huffelpuff?" Walsh nodded his head with determination. Stretton turned to Harry. "Ready Gryffindor?" Harry gave a great smile, and nodded. Stretton threw the ball up high and gave the whistle a blow. Harry again shot up after the Quaffel and with the superior speed of his firebolt was able to grab the Quaffel again, but this time he zoomed over to Ginny, and shoved the Quaffel in her lap. Harry gave her a dirty look, pointed to the Gryffindor goal and told her in no uncertain terms to: "Put that bloody ball in there! No mater what!" Ginny, more than a little taken aback by the way Harry was acting, none the less nodded and headed off to the goal followed closely by a Huffelpuff chaser. Harry then shot up at a ninety degree angle to look for what he thought was the snitch. At about eight hundred feet, he circled the pitch and began to look around. He finally felt a rush of excitement, not his own, when he found the object he was searching for. But it wasn't the snitch, but the Huffelpuff seeker, Cindy Miggins. She was busy looking around the pitch for the snitch. Harry began to follow her, thinking that Voldermort must be board and using him to play Quidditch. But if the Dark lord could control him this easily, than why didn't he have him run his broom into the ground at two hundred miles per hour? What was Voldermort playing at? Harry continued to follow Miggins around, not seeming to care about looking for the snitch, but concentrating on her. He must be waiting for her to find it, and would then chase her to it, intending to use the speed of his firebolt when he saw her go after it. As he circled behind her, he heard the Creevey brothers energetically calling out the plays of the other players on the team. He turned to watch the members of his team play. After a few minutes, it was sixty-nil. Good, he thought. Now everyone's playing the way Harry Potter plays Quidditch. Waite! Did he just think that? Damn you Voldermort, I'll get you for this. Suddenly he saw Emit Walsh heading for the Huffelpuff goal. Cornwallis was in his, way and made an attempt to stop him, but missed. Ron kept flying from the left to the center goal, ready for the block. Walsh faked left, and cut right at the last minute to score a goal, making it sixty-ten. "Damn it!" Harry shouted. And zoomed down to Stretton to call a time out. He motioned all his team mates to one side of the pitch to talk with them. Harry drifter to Cornwallis and looked at him with dagger eyes. "Well?" He said angrily. Cornwallis looked dumfounded.

"Well what?" He asked. Harry could feel his blood boil, but wasn't sure why.

"Well what the hell was that? Huffelpuff was not supposed to score this game. I saw Walsh breeze past you like you were standing still. You should have run right at him. You should have gotten that ball away from him, if you had to punch him. What's your excuse?" Cornwallis seemed a bit nervous, and looked around for support from his fellow Gryffindors for support. He noticed that they were all sitting on their broom slack jawed at Harry's attitude. "Hey! Cornwallis! I'm over here." Harry shouted, and Cornwallis immediately refocused his attention on Harry.

"Well… um… Ron missed the ball too." Cornwallis said quietly pointing to the Gryffindor keeper. Harry drifted up to Cornwallis to where there faces were centimeters apart.

"The ball should never have gotten that far. For every time Huffelpuff gets a score past you, you'll sit out for that many games. Do you understand?" Harry said through gritted teeth. Cornwallis nervously shook his head. Harry smiled. "Good. Now remember… play like a Slytheren." Harry said a little more relaxed.

"Potter I have something to tell you." Katie Bell said livid. Harry smiled.

"Okay Katie, but lets do it over there in private." Harry said pointing to a side area of the pitch. Katie looked to where he was pointing, and then back at him, still with a scowl on her face.

"I can say it in front of the team." She quipped.

"I'm sure you can, but I need to talk with you in private, now follow me. Harry said as he flew over too the private area. Katie followed. When they were alone, she spoke with controlled civility.

"I don't' think that Professor McGonagall would appreciate the way you're treating this team. I don't think that she would approve of you tactics at all." Katie said. Harry just gave another sinister smile.

"Really? Well… Bell, let me tell you something. Professor McGonagall made me team captain, and she likes having the Gryffindor cup in our common room. Now… I know what your problem is Bell… it's your last year on the team, and you're a little jealous that she didn't make you captain…" Harry said casually, and was cut off.

"Scoff! I am not jealous. I… I didn't want to be team captain." She said folding her arms and sticking her noise in the air.

"Good, than stop acting like it. I came back this year to win the house cup. Now you play like were playing Slytheren for the cup, and maybe we'll win it. Oh and just one more thing Bell. I think that you should remember that I am, The Boy Who Lived, and the person who saved everyone from You-Know-Who last year, so I think that you need to show me a little more respect. That is unless… you're not grateful…" Harry trailed off. Katie looked hurt.

"Look Harry, I am grateful, and I'm sorry I didn't support you totally from the beginning last year. And I think you from the bottom of my heart for last year, but…" Katie said sincerely, but was cut off.

"Good! Than show me your loyalty through your actions, and not your words. Now come on everyone's waiting." Harry said, and sped off to the waiting players before Katie could counter him.

Everyone again got ready, and Stretton again set the game on. Harry again swooped over to grab the Quaffel, with the superior speed of his Firebolt, and did a quick one eighty degree turn to head for Cornwallis. Harry slid to a halt in front of him and threw the ball rough into his arms. Harry narrowed his eyes. "You know what to do." He said in an authoritive tone. Cornwallis nodded his head and flew off toward the Gryffindor goal, as Harry flew up to a higher level to follow Cindy Miggins again. As he watched her, he could feel himself listening intently to the score, after about twenty six minutes of play, and three of his team mates receiving two yellow cards a piece, the score was one hundred and twenty to ten. Harry saw a bright flash out of the corner of his eye from the announcer's booth; it seemed that the Creevey brothers wanted to sneak one more shot with their camera. Suddenly Harry had to duck quickly as a bludger narrowly missed his head. For a short time Harry focused his attention on the rest of the group down below. The Gryffindor players were not giving Huffelpuff a chance, and Walsh's team was clearly exhausted. After losing six more goals in twenty minutes, where Huffelpuff almost never had possession of the ball, Walsh called his teams second time out of the game. As all the players lowered their brooms to about a meter off the ground, Walsh came flying over to Harry, with an angry look on his face.

"What the hell is this Potter? I thought that we agreed that we were going to have a nice friendly game? I thought that you were going to take it easy on us because it was only a practice game." Walsh said with a great deal of anger. Harry yawned.

"Walsh, we are going easy on you. We've only just warmed up. It's not our fault that you have the historically worst team in Hogwarts, or any wizarding school for that matter. But you need to understand one thing, and that's that Quidditch is a ruff sport, and if you don't think that you can handle a real game, than maybe you don't need to be playing. Now if you would like to forfeit the match…" Harry said in a manner that made him seem board. Walsh looked at him with what he could tell was growing resentment. Good! Harry thought, soon he'll hate me full force. Wait! Why is that good? Harry tried to again concentrate on regaining his body, but it was a lost cause.

Soon the game was back on, and he was listening to the score get higher, and higher, with no additional Huffelpuff scores. He was focusing on his team. Soon they were a person short, because George Cromwell had received a red card from Stretton, and was out of play, but even one player short, Gryffindor was more than a match for Huffelpuff.

Harry was concentrating so hard on the game below that he had totally forgotten about Cindy Miggins, and the snitch, until he heard Collin Creevey say that it looked like she was going after the snitch. Harry quickly turned his head up to see her climbing up at great heights, and speeds to catch some small gold flying object. Harry put his firebolt at full speed to catch up to her, following along in her slipstream. The two of them constantly banked, climbed, dived and turned in their attempt to catch the golden snitch, as it zoomed through the air. Although Harry was faster, Miggins was blocking his way. Harry pulled out from behind her, and picked up speed. Soon he was neck and neck with her, and in the next moment he was pulling ahead. Now he was moving well past her, he would catch the snitch. The Hufflepuff's comet two-sixty was just not fast enough, the snitch was just with in reach now, but then Harry did something that he did not expect. Harry turned to look at Miggins trailing him, and pulled his wand from his robe pocket. He slowed down to where she was only centimeters away from him, and he gave her a happy smile and a wink. She smiled back, and blushed. Harry then pointed his wand at her and yelled. "Experimentalist!" Harry shouted, and a short blast from his wand sent her flying from her broom and to the Quidditch pitch ground below. Without hesitation, or looking back, Harry put away his wand, and pushed hard to grab the snitch. After only seconds he had grabbed it, and Jeremy Stretton called game over.

Harry flew back toward the ground seeing several people from both teams looking over Cindy Miggins, who appeared to be unconscious. Instead of joining them he hovered until someone from the Huffelpuff team spotted him, and then flew to the scoring booth. He was right next to Collin, and Dennis. "Well, what's the score?" He said happily. Collin and Dennis looked worried.

"Harry… Cindy Miggins looks real bad, I think…" Collin started, but was cut off by Harry.

"I said, what's… the score!" Harry said agitated. Collin looked at him dumbfounded.

"It's Two hundred and seventy to ten." Collin said in a low whisper. Harry smiled, and looked at the people gathered around Cindy Miggins. Two of the Chasers for Huffelpuff were walking her back to the castle, using three brooms as an improvised stretcher. A few Gryffindors tried to help, but the Hufflepuffs threatened to start a fight if they came anywhere near her. Harry flew over to Jeremy Stretton, and asked if he got credit for the snitch. Jeremy was taken aback. "Well I didn't see what was happening exactly from my angle. I was flying low at the time, but Harry we need to see about Cindy Miggins, she's hurt real bad, and the Hufflepuffs seem to think that you did it intentionally! What happened up there?" Stretton asked concerned. Harry smiled.

"Look I gave her a little push to get her out of the way. You know how theses younger kids can't stay on their brooms, when it gets competitive. But it would have been the same result if a bludger had hit her, and then the Hufflepuffs would be blaming the bludger. Why would I really try to go after her like that? I mean I have a firebolt, and she has a useless comet two-sixty. She never had a chance, so what would be the point?" Harry said with an aire of elitism.

"Hey! Ya know Potter I have a comet two-sixty. They are not so bad, I…" Stretton started offended, but was cut off.

"Alright fine, the point is they were losing, and needed to find someone to blame for being the worst team at the school." Harry said. Stretton looked uneasy.

"I don't know Potter, they seemed really sincere." Stretton said. Harry acted offended.

"Stretton… it's me! The Boy Who Lived. Who saved everyone from You-Know-Who last year. Now do you think that I would lie to you?" Harry finished. Stretton thought about it for a second.

"No of coarse not. I wasn't saying that. I just couldn't tell what went on from my perspective." Stretton said almost apologetically. Harry nodded.

"Well could you tell that I got the snitch?" Harry asked. Stretton let out a sigh.

"Harry I think that there more…" He began, but was cut off.

"Did you see it!" Harry inquired almost angry. Stretton stepped back a few feet, a little frightened.

"Yea, I saw it… You caught it. Gryffindor won." Stretton said.

"Good! Harry said happily, and then glanced his teammates walking unhappily toward the Gryffindor changing room. He sped off on his broom at full speed ahead of them, in an instant. The last words he heard Stretton say was; "What about Cindy Miggins?" Harry didn't answer. He zoomed into the Gryffindor changing room, and threw down his broom. He locked the door, and took off his Quidditch uniform. Harry then ran over to a bench and pulled something that Harry couldn't see out from under it. He pulled at something cloth, and looked away at the same time. Whatever was in the cloth was only a gray blur to him, as he put on some kind of thin sheet. It was so thin that it reminded him of an invisibility cloak. Harry than moved to the wall of the changing room and cast a spell to make the wooded wall open up. He was still not able to control his actions. He than took his wand and put it in something that felt like a pocket. The wooden wall slowly began to close again, and he walked quickly through the opening, under the see through material, and nearly tripped over some wooden support beams. But he finally made it to the outside as he heard some knocking on the door that led to the pitch area. Finally the wall closed, and Harry felt himself melt! into the ground.

Harry woke up in his usual sweat, and hopped out of bed. He ran over to Ron whispering loudly, for him to wake up, and shaking him violently.

"Ron! Ron! Wake up!" Harry pleaded. Ron opened his eyes, and began to grumble.

After they were both wide awake Harry recounted his dream to Ron, and how he remembered everything in the Gryffindor common room. Ron confirmed that it had indeed played out that way at the pitch for the Huffelpuff/Gryffindor game, and that the door to the changing room was locked. No one had mentioned it because it seemed so minor compared to everything else that happened. Finally Ron stated that he didn't have a clew about Harry melting outside, or him using his invisibility cloak, as they found Harry in the changing room, lying on the floor. Harry than had the idea that someone could have stolen it from his room. Both boys then headed to Harry's foot locker, Harry used his secret combination spell, and opened it to find it still safe and sound. Harry looked at Ron.

"Well do you suppose that someone else could have one?" Harry asked. Ron shook his head.

"Not likely, in addition to being very rare, when you do find one there very expensive. But if any student or teacher had another one, they would have to be from a rich, rich family. Now who do we know that would set you up, and who's family has lots of money?" Ron queried. The answer came to both boys at once, and they shouted to each other in unison: Draco Malfoy!