If it wasn't already official, this decided it; the Trio will never talk to me again. Despite taking the blame for Scabbers' death, Ron still blamed Hermione.

In interesting news, Lee Jordan will not be commentating on the Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw match. Lee had gotten himself into detention, so McGonagall is appointing the Rhee twins to do it. I made them promise to take me up there.

At a quarter to eleven, the teams left for the locker rooms. Today it was clear and cool, with a light breeze; perfect Quidditch conditions.

I sat up in the Top Box with Adam, Frisk, and McGonagall. I watched as the entire school climbed up into the stands.

"Are you two read?" Minnie asks.

"Yes, Ma'am," the twins say. I sit up in my seat. Let's see how this goes.

The Gryffindors walk onto the field wearing their scarlet robes to tumultuous applause. It's true when they say that Gryffindors rule the school. The Ravenclaw team, in sky blue, was already standing in the center of the field. I look for the Seeker, Cho Chang. She's the only girl on their team, shorter than Potter by an entire head. I wonder how she'll play against him.

Oliver Wood and Roger Davies shook hands. They mounted their brooms and Madam Hooch's whistle rings out.

"Top av de mornin' ter yer, 'ogwarts! We're de Rhee twins, an' we'all be commentatin' for Lee Jordan since yer man got 'imself a detenshun." The twins say together.

I found this amazing. Both Adam and they're also referencing an Irish YouTuber by the name of Jacksepticeye. I'd bet Emma's getting a good kick out of this, as I am. I watched Potter search for the Snitch as Frisk talked.

"They're aff, an' de main interest av dis match is if de Gryffindors 'ill be able ter redeem themselves from their 'orrific loss last game. Ter 'elp assist wi' dat, is Potter's Firebolt, de broom av choice for dis year's World Championship-"

"Julie Rhee!" Minnie snaps at her. "Focus on the match."

"Right, Professor!" Adam chimes in. "Gryffindor in possession, Katie Bell av Gryffindor 'edin' for de goal. . ."

Potter streaks past Katie, who scores, prompting Adam and Frisk to belt out "Centuries" by Fall Out Boy. Don't ask me why they did it, I just, and anyone else who knew it, sang along. Minnie had her head in her hands. I think she regrets letting them do this.

The school was chanting the chorus as Potter and Cho chased the Snitch. Potter and Chang were caught in a dive as they reached for the Snitch. Potter's ten feet away-

Then a Bludger, hit by one of the Ravenclaw Beaters, came pelting out of nowhere; Potter veered of course and the Snitch vanished.

Frisk opens her mouth next. "Gryffindor leads by eighty points ter nothin', and luk at dat Firebolt go!"

"RHEE! WE'RE NOT PAYING YOU BOTH TO ADVERTISE FIREBOLTS, AND SINGING MUGGLE BAND SONGS! GET ON WITH THE COMMENTARY." 

"Besides Sis, who cares about de brooms? Check out dohs people on dem! Dohs ladies aren't only pretty, but pure talented players." Adam comments slyly.

"ADAM RHEE!"

Most of the audience is laughing, and the Rhee twins share a grin. That is the only reason they're doing this.

Raven was pulling back; they have now scored three goals, leaving Gryffindor only fifty points ahead. C'mon, Potter! Don't let Chang get the Snitch before you!

Potter accelerated towards the Gryffindor goalposts, just in time for Chang to suddenly appear in front of Potter blocking him-

"Really!" I shout, as Minnie shoots me a look and Adam and Frisk groan about Chang's strategy as Potter swerves to avoid colliding with her.

Potter shoots straight up, and you see Chang following him rather than bothering to find the Snitch on her own. I've ridden a Firebolt, however, and I know the true speed of the broom. Cho Chang doesn't have a chance.

The stadium was hanging on the edge of their seats as Potter dived sharply with Chang on his heels. At the last second, Potter pulled up and headed for the Ravenclaw end of the field. Down below Chang followed Potter, but Potter's winning.

Then Chang was pointing at something.

"Are those dementors?" Adam says, forgetting about the Irish accent he and his sister had going. "How did dementors get onto the field?"

There were three dementors, three tall, black, hooded dementors, were looking up at Potter.

He didn't even hesitate before he plunged a hand down the neck of his robes and pulled out his wand. Potter roared so loudly that everyone in the stadium could hear, "Expecto Patronum!"

Something silver-white, something enormous, burst from the end of Potter's wand. Frisk gasped, "That's a patronus! Potter is a third year and he did a N.E.W.T level spell."

As Frisk said this, Potter caught the Snitch, and Madam Hooch blew her whistle. That was it. All the Gryffindor supporters were making as much noise as possible, as they rushed onto the field. Adam and Frisk were screaming the final score.

Down on the field, you could see Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and Marcus Flint trapped within the long, black, hooded robes they'd worn trying to sabotage Potter. Clever trick indeed. I'm actually impressed, but Professor Minerva McGonagall was not. Having been on the receiving end of Minnie's rage many times before, I had empathy for the poor Slytherin boys.

The Gryffindor team, still wearing their scarlet robes, led the way out of the stadium and back up to the castle.

Oh, joy, the after party that I'm not wanted at.

*Time Skip* By-"Merlin's Beard!"

The Gryffindor team might have already won the Quidditch Cup judging by the party; it went on all day and well into the night. Fred and George Weasley disappeared for a couple of hours and returned with armfuls of butterbeer, pumpkin fizz, and several bags of Honeydukes sweets.

"How did you do that?" squealed Angelina Johnson as George started throwing Peppermint Toads into the crowd. Fred kindly gave me one when he walked by.

Both Hermione and I weren't joining in. At the start of the party, I'd asked her if it was okay for me to sit next to her in the corner. Like Hermione, I just worked as I tried to ignore all the gleeful students around me. I worked on Charms while Hermione, incredibly, was reading an enormous book entitled Home Life and Social Habits of British Muggles. 

"Did you even come to the match?" Potter asked. I'm going to assume he's talking to Hermione and not me.

"Of course I did," Hermione answers in a highly-pitched voice. I'm starting to think the stress is getting to her. "And I'm very glad we won, and I think you did really well, but I need to read this by Monday."

"Come on, Hermione, come and have some food," Potter said.

"I can't, Harry. I've still got four hundred and twenty-two pages to read!" said Hermione, sounding slightly hysterical. Definitely losing it. "Anyway. . .he doesn't want me to join in."

Potter couldn't argue her on this, because Ron chose that moment to say loudly, "If Scabbers hadn't just been eaten he could have had some of those Fudge Flies. He used to really like them-"

Hermione burst into tears. I looked up, but before Potter or I could say anything, Hermione tucked the enormous book under her arm, and, still sobbing, ran toward the staircase of the girls' dormitories and out of sight.

I sighed as I began to stand up. Great, now I have to acknowledge Potter's presence.

"I'm going to go check on her," I told him. "Maybe you can try and make Ron see sense."

"I'm going to," Potter says, then he smiles at me like we aren't enemies anymore. 

"Uh, good luck, Black." Potter says awkwardly, as the both of us remember we're mad at each other.

"You too, Potter."

A short, but friendly conversation. Maybe we will make up by the time we go back home to Mom.

I found Hermione crying on her bed.

"Oh, Hermione," I sigh. "Do you want company?" 

She shakes her head. "I'm okay."

"I know. I was just sick of being around people who clearly don't want me there. Do you mind?"

"Stay if you want."

Within five minutes, I had Hermione laughing as I told her a few of my best elementary school tricks. The Gryffindor party ended only when Professor McGonagall turned up in her tartan dressing gown and hair net at one in the morning, to insist that we all go to bed. As the other girls came up, I flopped under the bed and turned to the window.

I had nothing but pleasant dreams. I was dreaming about sitting in the Slytherin common room with Draco serving me food, Pansy being handcuffed to a chair, Emma doing my homework, and everybody else waiting on me. Adam was walking over to me and he was asking if I wanted to go to the-

"AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Instantly the entire dormitory, no the entire tower, was awake. In the darkness, I sat up and grabbed my wand. I heard Lavender asking fearfully, "What's happening?"

"Shh!" I hissed. "Someone's in trouble or hurt. I'm going to go see."

"Are you insane?" Hermione asked.

Yes.

I scrambled out of bed and moved to the door. I peeked out in time to see a man's shadow turn into a dog. Just after the dog escaped the portrait hole, people were entering the halls.

I'm the only one who saw him.

"Are you sure you weren't dreaming, Ron?" Potter asks.

"I'm telling you, I saw him!"

"What's all this noise?" a fifth year boy asks.

"Professor McGonagall told us to go to bed!" a first year girl squeaks nervously.

Other girls were coming down the staircase, pulling on dressing gowns and yawning. Boys, too were reappearing.

"Excellent, are we carrying on?" says Fred Weasley brightly. Did he not hear the scream?

"Everyone back upstairs!" said Percy, hurrying into the common room and pinning his Head Boy badge to his pajamas as he spoke.

"Perce-Sirius Black!" says Ron faintly. "In our dormitory! With a knife! Woke me up!"

Everyone in the common room went very still like rabbits listening for danger.

"Nonsense!" exclaimed Percy, looking startled. "You had too much to eat, Ron-had a nightmare-"

"I'm telling you-"

"Now, really, enough's enough!"

Minnie was back. She slammed the portrait hole behind her as she entered the common room and stared furiously around.

"I am delighted that Gryffindor won the match, but this is getting ridiculous! Percy, I expected better of you!"

"I certainly didn't authorize this, Professor!" said Percy, puffing himself up indignantly. "I was just telling them all to get back to bed! My brother Ron here had a nightmare-"

"IT WASN'T A NIGHTMARE!" Ron yelled. "PROFESSOR, I WOKE UP, AND SIRIUS BLACK WAS STANDING OVER ME, HOLDING A KNIFE!"

Minnie stared at him.

"Don't be ridiculous, Weasley, how could he possibly have gotten through the portrait hole?"

"Ask him!" Ron demands, pointing a shaking finger at the back of Sir Cadogan's picture. "Ask him if he saw-"

Glaring suspiciously at Ron, Minnie pushed the portrait back open and went outside. Everybody listened anxiously.

"Sir Cadogan, did you just let a man enter Gryffindor Tower?"

"Certainly, good lady!" cried Sir Cadogan.

There was a stunned silence, both inside and outside the common room.

"You-you did?" said Minnie. "But-but the password!"

"He had 'em!" said Sir Cadogan proudly. "Had the whole week's, my lady! Read 'em off a little piece of paper!"

Minnie pulled herself back through the portrait hole to face the stunned crowd. She was white as chalk.

"Which person," she aid, her voice shaking, "which abysmally foolish person wrote down this week's passwords and left them lying around?"

There was utter silence, broken by the smallest of terrified squeaks. Neville Longbottom, trembling from head to fluffy-slippered toes, raised his hand slow into the air.

Song: "Back In Black" by AC/DC

This chapter is really short. It didn't even get past two thousand words. Anyway, I don't own the song, it belongs to AC/DC. I don't own the video because MusicLyricsAndInfo made it. Search it up on YouTube if you wish. I don't own any of the cannon characters from Harry Potter. Our queen J.K. Rowling holds ownership of those amazing characters.