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•Thanks to Stephanie Snape Angela Black for helping me in the last chapter with dialogue :P

•To answer my last chapter question, I love the position of Keeper!

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Potter had heard me and was about to say something when Weasley got smacked square in the nose with his broom.

"Hah!" Lydia laughed.

Later on, once everyone had gotten their brooms, Madam Hooch showed us how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end. Not that I needed it. I had played on my fathers old broom back home.

"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," Madam Hooch said. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle - three - two-"

Suddenly, Longbottom had kicked off early and he was flying. Madam Hooch dropped the whistle that had barely touched her lips and began to try to bring him back down.

"Come back, boy!" she shouted, but he was rising higher and higher, bucking on the broom, threatening to fall off.

He was at ten feet...then fifteen...twenty... I saw Neville gasp, slip sideways off the broom Lydia yelped.

A loud and nasty crack was heard and Neville laid, facedown and groaning, on the grass in a curled up ball.

Madam Hooch ran up to him and bent over Neville, her face clearly showing fear and worry.

"Broken wrist," She muttered. "Come on, it's all right, up you get."

Then she turned to us.

"None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch.' Come on, dear."

Neville, crying and stifling sobs, clutched his wrist and hobbled off with Madam Hooch.

Once she was out of sight, Lydia, Draco and I let out the laughter we were holding in.

"Did you like, see his face? Totally lame!"

Crabbe, Goyle and some other Slytherins joined in with our laughter.

"Shut up, Serpance." Parvati Patil snapped.

"Hey! Watch your tongue, Patil." Crabbe and Goyle spat.

"Look!" said Draco, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him."

Lydia and I crowded around him, snickering as a plan formed in our minds.

"Here Vanice. A gift." Said Draco suddenly, giving it to me.

Slight blushing, I took it and have him a smile.

"Thanks." I mumbled.

"Give that here, Malfoy."

Potter had started to approach us, but Draco smiled nastily, turning to him and crossing his arms.

"Potter, I already have it to her. It's rude to take back gifts. Hasn't anyone lectured you?"

"It wasn't yours to give!" Potter yelled, but Draco was too quick.

He snatched the Remembrall from my hand, leapt onto his broomstick and taken off. Impressively, he flew up until he was hovering at least fifty feet up.

"Come and get it, Potter!"

Snickering and grinning, we waited on Potter, who was already holding his broom.

"No!" shouted Granger. "Madam Hooch told us not to-"

But Potter had ignored her and kicked off. As he was flying to get in level with Draco, Granger was mumbling under her breath.

"Both of them are idiots...we're going to get in trouble!"

Lydia and I charged on her, shoving a finger in her worried face.

"Don't like, ever, insult my cousin Granger. And he's so not an idiot." Lydia sneered.

"Yeah, at least he managed to get his broom up in the first try." I hissed, and she suddenly seemed furious.

"What have I done to you?" She said, and from the corner of my eye, I saw that Draco had thrown the Remembrall far away, and Potter had zoomed to catch it.

"Insulted my friends." I stated, and then I heard loud clicks of heels to our left getting closer and closer.

"HARRY POTTER! Please follow me." Said Professor McGonagall, and I couldn't help but smirk as Draco slowly walked beside me, as though he was there the whole time.

And I think it was safe to say that the rest of the flying lesson went extremely well.

When we were dismissed, Crabbe was the first to spot Archidia. She had her cloak on and seemed to be I'm a hurry.

"Hurry up! We can't discuss here in the open! Follow me." She said, beckoning us to the third floor corridor.

"We're not allowed to be here..." Lydia sang, clinging onto my arm.

It was really creepy. The torches lit as we passed and it see as if the statues followed our every move.

Finally, Archidia stopped and gave a sigh of relief.

"Where did you go?" Draco asked.

"What do you mean?" Archidia replied immediately.

"We'll your cloak is wet and dirty, and you have a few scratches on your left cheek." He stated, smirking.

"Uh, I was...doing some errands." She stammered.

"For who?" Goyle asked.

"For Dumbledore." She huffed, then waved her hands in the air. "It doesn't matter. What matters is the phial!"

My hand instinctively went to mg pocket.

"Don't take it out. Hide it. Somewhere where it's completely safe."

Then she dropped her voice.

"You must hold on to it. It's really more for your parents to tell you. It will be vital to an important task sooner or later. You must not let anyone else know if it, especially anyone in another house. Over the next few years you must decide where your loyalities lie and it will be your descion that will decide if the plan shall perservere or fail."

"Wait...what?" I asked incredulously. "You expect us to just be OK with this?"

"Ugh! I told Severus to tell him I wasn't good with children..." She muttered, cursing. "Don't ask me! Ask your parents! It's not in my field to explain everything to you."

I frowned and crossed my arms.

"Alright. Fine. I'll keep the phial safe." I agreed.

"Good. Now run along, go to dinner." Archidia sighed.

"But," I said with a smirk. "I think we deserve to the name of the potion."

Archidia, surprised, turned and gave us a smile.

"It's called 'Resurrectione Malum'."

Then she walked off, leaving us alone.

"Well, this certainly isn't going to stay a secret from us." Crabbe said, walking back to the Grand Staircase.

"Totally." Lydia agreed. "To-ta-lly. Hey, what happened to Potter?

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"I bet he's got like, detention for like a month."

"I bet he got expelled!"

"He probably did!"

"What really surprised me..." I said, sipping my juice, "Is that all the Gryffindor's seem happier."

Draco, Crabbe and Goyle looked up and peered at the Gryffindor table. Sure enough, everyone was patting Harry on the back and some older ones were giving him some sort of speech.

"You're right..." Draco mumbled, standing up, "...why would they...?"

Before Lydia or I could argue about it, Draco and the boys stalked off, heading over to Potter.

"Ugh! If they do anything rash, they'll get on so much trouble!" Lydia hissed standing up.

We walked slowly to catch up as to not bring attention to ourselves and when we arrived, they were already talking.

"...heard of a wizard's duel before, I suppose?" Draco was saying.

"Of course he has," Weasley said. "I'm his second, who's yours?"

Draco looked back at Crabbe and Goyle, then noticed Lydia and I giving him warning glances.

"Uh...Crabbe," Draco said turning back around. "Midnight all right? We'll meet you in the trophy room; that's always unlocked."

When we walked back to the table and sat down, I slapped Draco hard upside the head and Lydia punched his arm.

"OW!"

"Are you insane? Why would you challenge Potter?" I hissed, slamming my fist on the table.

"Vanice! He probably won't go anyways!" He said, rubbing his arm.

"Like seriously, that's so dumb, and if Aunt Cissy finds out you're in double trouble..." Lydia threatened.

"She won't, because he won't go, and if he does, I'll win." Draco said simply, wincing as he touched the top of his head.

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