A/N: Hello, I don't think this is very good but I thought I hadn't updated in ages and I was in the writing mood so I thought why not. I will say again what will happen in the next chapters, but basically I am skipping to fourth year and everything is the same friendship wise and such. I will put in flash backs and anything else if it needs explaining. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year :)
"No you are so wrong! That can't possibly be right! Shove of it James your lying!" Rose shouted at James over the table, with some orange juice in hand that she looked very ready to spill.
"Well deal with it Rosie," James mocked, as he cut his fried egg with a smirk across his face.
"Ugh, I can't believe you. You are utterly ridiculous!" Rose exclaimed just as Eliza noticed she was about to chuck her orange juice into her cousins face, so she made a big act of removing it from Rose's hand, "Oh and it's just Rose, no ie at the end just a simple e. Rose, simple as that. You've known me all my life, even for you, with your tiny intellect; a four letter name shouldn't be too hard."
James proceeded to stick out his tongue while his family and friends laughed at him, so he turned round to a girl sitting on his other side called Meggie.
"So what are you lot up to today then," Rose asked Al, still smug from embarrassing her elder cousin.
"Training," Al answered with a glum and dull expression, "actually we need to go now or Charles will bite our heads off, and as much as I hate the headaches I get from getting hit by a Quaffle, I don't think it's worth losing my head. Clara and Chris are you ready, we need to go?"
"Yeah, let's go," Chris answered as he finished chewing his cereal and got up out of the bench, "See you losers later, oh and can you tell Lorcan that I need to speak to him at some point."
"Yeah sure, see you later, oh and fly well!" Rose called after them, "shouldn't you be going as well, Jamie."
Rose said smugly as she looked over to her cousin as he stuck out his tongue at her and left the table.
"See you later Rosie," James called as he left the hall with a smirk pulled across his face, making about half the girls in his year blush.
"He is unbelievable," Rose said to Eliza who handed her orange juice back to her, with caution, "What do you think I'd do with the orange juice now, pour it on your head? I don't think I hate you that much Eliza, though I wouldn't mind chucking it at Louis."
Eliza laughed as she took the glass back and went upstairs, along with Rose and Poppy to study for the end of years.
"So match play today, as we have the big match in a matter of weeks. And we really need to defend our title, I really don't want to see Ravenclaw smug, In my near seven years at Hogwarts we have lost once and that was in first year, and they were just so smug for the whole of the next year. Now into formation and on my whistle go!" Charles barked from where he was stood on the Quidditch pitch, standing next to his hovering broom. He then let the balls out of the chest and blew his whistle, and on that mark they all flew off.
Al raced off and caught the Quaffle and sped off with it to the goal post. A bludger headed towards him, so he threw the ball to his brother, behind him. James caught it and chucked it at the lowest goal post; Chris however knocked it out of the way. Al caught it again and flew bolt upwards as a bludger raced behind him, but the beaters were preoccupied with the other bludger which was targeted at Clara now, it was chasing him around the pitch, Clara was out of control. Al kept rocketing upwards towards the skies of grey. The bludger was still on his tail and accelerating, so Al was also increasing in speed, but screeching down to his team mates. The rest of them on the pitch were watching Clara circle madly around the pitch being chased by the other bludger. Fred eventually managed to whack the bludger chasing her far into the forbidden forest.
"Al what are you doing?" Charles shouted as he watched him carry on flying straight into the sky.
"I can't go down the bludger will hit me! I'll be knocked off and fall!" he shouted back, "What do I do? The bludger shouldn't be doing this!"
"I know! The bludger's must be jinxed, the other one chased Clara! Fred had to whack it into the forest! Try turning back down!" Charles yelled, Al then tried to turn down but instead it chased and caught up whacking his arm, he then had to turn and go straight up, "Right well I hope you are fine but we'll fix it when you get back down, we need to get you off the broom."
"I know! I am trying to not think about the awful pain in my arm currently!" Al yelled back.
"Right I know what to do! All of you grab your wands and all of you use the levitation spell to lift him off and float him back down, as the broom should carry on going!" Clara yelled as she fumbled in her boot and grabbed her wand, "Right Now!"
"Wingardium Leviosa!" They all shouted in unison as they all swished and flicked their wands, which were pointed up to their team mate. Al then floated off him broom and gracefully swooped back down to the pitch. They then lowered their wands and he then fell down with a large thud. They made apologies and helped him up, and then they all looked up together at where the bludger was flying off into the murky grey clouds beyond their view. Clara immediately went and hugged her best friend before he winced and a few tears trickled down his face.
"Oh arm right sorry, it looks broken so I think this should do the work. Brakium Emendo!" Clara said as she reeled back and pointed her wand at his arm. He prodded it and then started moving it without any pain.
"Thanks, well that was fun," Al said chuckling as they then went and congregated in a sheltered view box on the pitch, it was not raining.
"You shouldn't be joking about something like that. It was sabotage, and someone got you hurt and if it wasn't for Clara thinking so quickly you could have been hurt a hell of a lot more," Charles said as he looked out on to the pitch meaningfully.
"Who'd ever want to do that?" Clara asked as she chewed at her nails.
"Well it can't be any of the other Quidditch Captains, or teams for that matter. I know all of them really well. Adrianna is the Quidditch captain for Ravenclaw, she's my girlfriend and I know her so well she'd never do that, neither would Harry for Slytherin or Lucy for Hufflepuff, they know how to play fairly, and I am quite certain sabotage doesn't constitute fair in their books. It's not in any of their natures. So I guess we'll have to speak to McGonagall, but regardless of that I need to know before hand; it there anyone you know who hates either of your guts or has a grudge against you or something. Well in fact as it was bludger's it must have been aimed at the whole team," Charles asked.
"No, I can't really think of anything, I guess we should just go to McGonagall," Al said as he followed Charles out of the view box into the pouring rain.
"Wait!" Chris and Clara called in unison; Clara motioned for Christ to carry on talking.
"What about Violet?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, but she may hate us, but really not this much," Al answered before they continued to walk back towards the castle again.
"So you have now lost your broom then Potter?" McGonagall asked as she put down her cup and saucer.
"Yes, but that doesn't really matter, I can just ask a friend or something to borrow theirs. I don't really mind what happened, I'm fine now, my arms no longer broken, I don't really mind" Al answered, the rest of the team rolled their eyes when he said he didn't mind. He was too modest.
"Well frankly Potter I don't care for your modesty. We need to find out who did this. You were right they must have been jinxed, and now we have to discover who. I will talk to the staff and everyone at dinner tonight if necessary. Now I just want to ask is there anyone at all who you think may have done this?" The headmistress asked.
"Well we think it may be Violet Herbert in Ravenclaw but Al doesn't seem to think it would be her, despite the fact she hates us lot; earlier this year she hexed me and Rose earlier this year," Clara replied.
"Regardless of whether or not Potter thinks she did it I will summon her to my office immediately. So now all of you I will make sure there is someone keeping guard at your next practice, and if it's her I will inform you later and I assure you I will put her in detention. Now please return back to the Gryffindor tower," She answered. They then all traipsed back to the Gryffindor tower.
That evening at dinner Professor McGonagall announced that someone had jinxed the bludger's in Gryffindors Quidditch practice that morning.
"The bludger's chased two first- years in the team, injuring one of them but luckily it was fixed. I would like to say now that I have discovered who did this, I will not mention their name so as not to add to the embarrassment. They have received Friday and Saturday Evening detentions for the remainder of the term, I have told you this as a warning to anyone who ever tries to sabotage Quidditch. The punishments will be very severe as you are aware. Now good luck in forth coming exams and the last Quidditch match of the year. Thank you, you may leave," McGonagall said.
For the next few weeks all the teachers gave all the students bucket loads of homework, in preparation for the last exams of the year. The seventh years had their Newts which were the most important tests in all seven years of Hogwarts and pretty much decided their careers. The fifth years also had Owls which were a pretty big deal as well. Everyone else just had normal tests.
"So in total how many do we actual have to do? And what is the least amount of revision I can get away with?" Louis asked Rose as he dumped all of his books on the floor, and slumped down on a cushion.
"Well that's not a good attitude to have, but regardless of that we have seven subjects and two tests in some of them, on top of that we have a test on flying. So in total we eleven I believe. And you are being ridiculous with the other question; you should do as much revision as you can. If you don't I'll send a letter to your parents, you know how they'd react," Rose said not looking up from her textbook.
"Ugh! This is stupid, why can't we just run away or something, and never see school again. Wouldn't that be just like 100% better," Louis said as he reluctantly opened his book, but doing it all dramatically.
"I agree," Lorcan said laughing, " I hate revision so much."
Over the next week the exams started, no one was happy, but luckily all the house elves made a huge effort to make the food really nice for the students. They made all the teachers food a little bit worse; in their defence the teachers had given them the tests which caused a lot of stress.
"What have we got today then?" Al asked over the breakfast table; today it was pancakes with maple syrup and bacon.
"Well as it's the last day, we only have two. One in an hour and another an hour after lunch, it's the last DADA test, which is practical and the practical potions tests. After that we are off the hook so we have the Quidditch match on Saturday and then three more days till we go home for eight weeks," Eliza answered as she finished her tea.
"I'm going to go and revise in the Room of requirement for a bit anyone coming?" Clara asked as she got out of the bench.
"Yeah sure, I'll go ask Lorcan, Lysander and Scor if that's okay?" Al said as he finished chewing and lined up his cutlery.
"Yep sure, shall we all go down for fifteen minutes before it should start? Oh and rember don't forget your wands, I expect the transfiguration practical was hard for Lottie without her wand, well I guess it wasn't her fault that her brother stole it though. Anyway see you later," Clara said as she walked down the aisle.
When all the tests were done all the houses had a party in their common rooms, the Hufflepuffs obviously had the best one of all down to their awesome friendliness and having their tower next to the kitchens, where they had a good relationship with the house elves so they got loads of food from them.
On the next morning everyone walked down to the Quidditch pitch for the final match of the year which would decide who won the Quidditch match and, if they had enough points, who won the house competition for that year.
"Nervous?" Poppy asked Chris as they walked down the path.
"No," Chis said definitively.
"You are such a bad liar you know," Poppy said chuckling slightly.
"No I'm not," Chris said nervously.
"Okay then did you like the present the cousin you hate got you?" Poppy asked with her arms crossed.
"Yeah of course," Chris scoffed with an awful laugh.
"Yeah so luminous pink nail varnish is really you?" Poppy said laughing.
"You know for you Chris a light purple would look great on your nails you know," Eliza said as they reached the tent where the Gryffindor team congregated.
"Good Luck" They all said in unison to Chris, Clara and Al.
"On my whistle go!" Madame Blackwood shouted. The two teams readied themselves and mounted their brooms, before flying into formation.
"Good Luck guys, remember we need at least 20 points before Clara catches the snitch," Charles shouted to his team mates. Madame Blackwood blew the whistle and they all set off. James caught the Quaffle and raced with it to the goalpost, throwing it in the middle one. The keeper tried to dive and catch it but was unsuccessful and so Gryffindor earned 10 points. Ravenclaw now had possession they attempted to throw it into the highest goal post, but Chris knocked it away with the back of his broom.
Ten minutes later it was 50: 20 to Gryffindor, but there was no sign of the snitch. Clara hovered above the pitch keeping a watchful eye on the pitch. Suddenly she caught a glimpse of silver at the bottom of corner of the pitch. She immediately lept off and sped for the corner, the other seeker was hot on her tail. The snitch rose quickly and Clara followed it bolt upright; she reached out her hand to catch it, but it was too far away. The other seeker accelerated but Clara was already too far ahead. She reached out her hand again and her fingers fumbled around the small ball. The crowd erupted in cheers, the players flew back down and landed softly on the pitch and all the Gryffindors rushed onto the pitch lifting Clara up as she received the cup and held it high above her head.
A few days later, on the last feast before the train would depart and take them all back home, until they would return in September, the headmistress announced who had won the house competition.
"Without the added points of the Quidditch cup, Ravenclaw was in the lead, but after the match it had rearranged a little bit. In 4th place with 11,354 points is Hufflepuff," McGonagall announced over the rumble of hands banging on the table. The Hufflepuff table erupted in cheers, "In 3rd place is Slytherin with 12,176 points." They sighed very loudly, the other two houses started banging on the tables again, so much that Professor Longbottom had to tell them to be quiet.
"As you will know who came where if I tell you who came second I will tell you right out who came first, but be aware there were only 30 points in it. So in first place with 13,387 points is Gryffindor," McGonagall continued, the Gryffindor table erupted in cheers much to the annoyance of Ravenclaw who now all had glum expressions on their faces, "Now I would like to say well done to all of you on an excellent year. It has been very successful, and you will all receive you test scores in the post next week. Thank you and I'll see you back in September."