A few days after their reckless but lucky survival against a mountain troll. They were on their way to the great hall for some food which Ron was grateful for but the same can't be said for Harry.

Today was his first Quidditch match and to say he wasn't looking forward to it was an understatement. "Come on Harry you have to eat something, you can't exactly win if you run on a empty stomach or you could di-"

"Y/N! That's not helping." exclaimed Hermione.

"Sorry." Y/N apologised, Harry had a nervous expression on his face. "But sadly he's right, you need to eat." she encouraged him.

"See I'm always right." Y/N boasted. The three of them gave him questionable looks. "Sometimes." he mumbled.

Harry was about to respond but someone cut him off. "Good luck today, Potter." they all jumped slightly at the sound of the voice, out came Professor Snape, like a shadow in the darkness.

'Not creepy at all.' Y/N thought.

"Then again now that you've proven yourself against a mountain troll, a little game of Quidditch should be easy for you, even if it is against Slytherin." Professor Snape walked away and then Y/N noticed him limping away.

It seems Harry had also seen it too.

"That explains the blood." Harry said, while eyeing Snape.

"Blood?" Hermione questioned.

"Professor Snape must've been down in the dungeons with the dog and it must've bit him but why would he be down there?" Y/N asked to no but himself.

"He's right, but listen... I think.. I think Snape used the troll as a diversion so he could try and get past the three headed dog. but got bit, as
Y/N pointed out. So that's why he's limping." Harry explained as they made their way into the great hall.

"Why would anyone go near that dog?" Hermione asked.

"Beats me, I'm surprised it didn't rip his head off by the way it looked at us the other day." Ron spoke up.

"Damn it, don't get my hopes up Ron." Y/N groaned.

"Y/N!" Hermione scolded him as she sat down at the table, Harry snickered at his comment, Y/N grabbed a slice of toast and began eating away, Ron immediately goes for the first thing he sees, he must have an apatite of a dragon.

"What? the guy a absolute douche-" Y/N stopped himself from going any further, noticing the menacing glare Hermione was sending his way.

Lately she's been a bit more rebel-ish ever since the incident with the troll and lying to a certain teacher. But still doesn't exactly tolerate foul words even if they're true.

"Language." She said sharply.

Y/N looked back at her with a somewhat curious and amused look "Speaking of language, have you been practicing? Since you understood my colourful words for a change." He teased and arched an eyebrow.

Suddenly her cheeks turned to a soft pink colour. 'Ha! See? Now who's caught.' Y/N thought as he finished his second helpings of toast, it seems Ron wasn't the only one starving.

"Very well if you'd like to know then, yes I have. It's a rather interesting language and culture, the people seem nice and they have some pretty interesting things to say about the magic world and--" she kept rambling on until she noticed all three of the boys staring at her. She quickly covered her face with her book that she had on her lap.

"Well, well, well I'm glad you've took such an interest in me." Y/N teased and she dug her head even further into the pages of the book.

"I didn't mean- I mean your- I-"

He cut her off with "It's alright Hermione, I'm just joking with you, now where were we?" She removed her head from book but her cheeks were still glowing.

Y/N looked towards Ron and Harry and they were grinning at each other. 'Weird' He thought.

"We were talking about why Snape would want to get pass the three headed dog." Harry told him.

"Well surely he must be after something?" Ron butts in.

"Wait what about the thing you and Hagrid picked up, the one that was supposedly stolen?" Y/N asked.

"Yes that must be it! Whatever Hagrid took from that vault in Gringotts, that must be what the dog is guarding" Harry exclaimed.

"What is it guarding that's the real question, It's got to be something powerful?" Hermione pointed out to them.

"I don't know. Maybe... a book?" Y/N asked.

And they all looked at him like he was crazy.

"Hey books are powerful objects, they're full of knowledge and secrets, knowledge is powerful, well to the ones who can read them." He defended himself but something in his mind told him that wasn't it.

Hermione looked as if she was having second thoughts and Harry and Ron just shook their heads...

Whatever, he'll show them one day.

The four of them began chatting away again, a few minutes passed and suddenly there were noises and then they saw it, owls everywhere coming from above, dropping mail all over the place. Headwig, Harry's owl came flying through carrying a broom shaped sized package and dropped it in front of us.

Then out of nowhere O/N, Y/N's family owl swooped in carrying what looks like a letter and goes to drop it in front of him but misses and drops it on his head with a thud.

"Excellent, nice going you idiot!" He shouted at the owl as he scurried away.

Y/N opened up his letter as the others began unwrapping Harry's package. He unwrapped it and found out that it was a letter for sure but from someone he wasn't expecting.

Dear Y/N

Hello dear it's great to hear your settling in well at Hogwarts and to answer your question, your father has been sending us letters ever since your first day. We're glad to hear that everything been fine, well for as long as it lasts, you do have a foul mouth sometimes, but you get that from me so I'll let you off.

"Wow thanks Grandma." He muttered under his breath.

It's been a while since you've last visited us dear and we'd be happy to see you again, as well as your father, god knows he needs a break. But enough about him, how are you doing, I've heard Hogwarts is one of the best wizards and witches school of magic of all time, so I hope they're treating you well and if not well... you'll show them won't you dear?

"Oh you know it." Y/N once again mumbled. Not even taking his eyes off the letter.

Anyway I'm sure we've disturbed you long enough. I hope for a reply letter in the next few days Y/N and you if ever need to talk you know where to find us, that i'm sure you do. Also i regret to inform you... that your Grandfather's condition hasn't improved, his heart attacks are coming more regularly and the cancer he received hasn't been helpful, benefits of being our age eh dear, the potions we've required aren't doing much, even that muggle crap we tried didn't work either but I'm sure he'll be fine and back on his feet soon enough. We wish only the best for you Y/N, now... and even after we're gone.

Love from Grandma and Grandpa...

Y/N chuckled at most if not all but the fact that his grandpa wasn't getting any better worried him quite a bit. He was suffering from heart attacks and recently, about a year back contracted cancer so it was all very worrying. It was true that he hadn't seen them in a long time, a couple years now at least. 'Maybe I could go seem them sometime next year?' He thought as he turned to face his friends who were currently distracted.

Harry, Hermione and Ron were done unwrapping the parcel way before and they were now admiring the beauty that sat before them. On the table was Nimbus 2000 broomstick. "Is that a Nimbus 2000?" Y/N asked with a less cheery voice than he usually is, which Hermione and the others took notice of.

"It is." Ron exclaimed. "But who would give away a Nimbus 2000, especially to Harry?" Ron asked and to be honest it wasn't a bad question who would?

Y/N saw Harry look up and followed his gaze and it landed on Professor McGonagall who wore a sweet and supporting smile towards us Harry while Headwig stood perched on her right shoulder.

Harry finally decided to have something to eat and they all headed off to the Quidditch stadium. Well they were till Hermione stopped them. "You guys go ahead, I wanna talk with Y/N." she gestured them to the corridor leading to the outside. She pulled Y/N aside so no one could hear them.

"Are you okay?" She asked, Hermione saw the look on his face as read the letter beforehand, she couldn't help but worry.

"I'm fine." Y/N shrugged it off but Hermione knew him better than that.

Y/N had always been closed off in a ways. He was stubborn but when it came to Hermione, all those walls and self preparations melted away.

"Y/N your usually happy and glistering with excitement and occasionally joking but now you look terrible." she said, with a look of concern.

Y/N sighed and turned to look at her with a nervous but humorous look. "Crap, nothing getting past you does it?" He sadly chuckled. "Okay fine, I got this letter from my Grandmother, mostly good news." He gave it to her as she began reading through it.

"Well that's good news isn't it-" She stopped as she hit the bottom half. "Oh." she simply stated.

"Yeah" Y/N whispered as he gazed down, both of his eyes searching the floor for anything of interest, and to mostly distract himself.

"Oh Y/N." Hermione said with wide eyes. "I'm so sorry." She eloped her arms around his neck and pulled him in, hugging him tightly.

He gladly accepted it. "Thank you." He mumbled into her shoulder.

She let go off him and replied "No problem" she said which lit Y/N's face up like a Christmas tree. She really was taking this whole language learning seriously, which is expected of her since she's... pretty serious about everything ninety-nine percent of the time.

After that heartfelt moment they decided to go find Ron and Harry. surely they were already there.

'Well this Quidditch game should be fun.'

—

The today was the day of the Gryffindor vs Slytherin Quidditch game. Y/N and Hermione made their way to the stands, surrounded by their other classmates and of course Ron, couldn't forget about him. They sat down in nearby seats, Hermione sitting to Y/N's left and Ron to his right. They were now patiently for the game to start so Y/N decided to have a look around the place.

The Quidditch pitch was an amazing sight to see, there stood many stands for the different houses, banners were held high and students were getting impatient for the game to start.

He noticed Hagrid coming over from the left and took a seat next to the four of them. "I need to ask, the game is safe... right?" He asked Hagrid as he looked over at the giant bushy haired man.

"Of cours' it is, nobody's died playing for hundreds of years and accidents rarely happen, well that's if you don't count the time the bludger went off course and kocked someone off the stands a couple years back, didn't die but it was a horrible sight to see." He explained, as he kept rambling on.

Y/N let out a deep sigh "Oh that's reassuring."  He said sarcastically, a grimace across his face.

"Hey, you wanted to know." Hagrid defended himself while he shrugged.

"Yeah well next time I ask, don't bother answering, some things are better left unanswered." Y/N replied while looking back over to the pitch. "So wheat brings you up here Hagrid, we hardly see you out of that hut of yours." He asked but knew full well why he was here.

"Bin' watchin' from me hut, decided to come up with you lot' it just isn't same down there ya know." he explained, as he brought out a pair of binoculars.

Y/N nodded and continued watching the pitch, waiting for the game to begin. Though he had to admit, he wasn't much of a sports fan but there's something about Quidditch that just screams fun to him, as long as it's not screams of death.

Finally the teams of both Gryffindor and Slytherin joined the field and began getting in place. All of them on stands let out cheers of encouragement and excitement as team ran on to the field.

They all mounted their brooms and took to the sky causing the game to kick off. The speaker head began narrating the game as it unfolds. "And the quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor, what an excellent chaser that girl is and rather attractive too-" but is soon cut off my Professor McGonnagall.

"JORDAN!" She exclaimed.

"Sorry Professor"

That was without a doubt one of the Weasley's Fred and George's friend, Lee Jordan who was providing the amazing commentary so far and being watched by a close eye from Professor McGonnagall.

The match kept wavering on, neither side proving victorious, scoring many points as blugeons whizzed through the air, being blocked and battered away by keepers and the quaffle being passed among friendly players, away from the hands of the enemy team.

"Come on Angelina!" He roared "Keeper Bletchley dives... and misses! GRYFFINDOR SCORES!" The crowds went wild, cheers echoed all over the field except from Slytherin which wasn't surprising, it was expected.

The game continued on and on, each side winning points, but still no sign of the snitch. Y/N had his eyes fixed on the entire playing field, borrowing Hagrid's binocular's many times. He was fully invested in the game and just couldn't keep his eyes away, it seemed Ron and Hermione were also content with the game.

Y/N looked over at Harry who seems to have spotted his goal, the snitch. He smiled and cheered as Harry went flying after it. Until he was blocked off by the Slytherin seeker, Marcus Flint causing Harry to go off balance and nearly costing us the game.

"Foul! you fucking idiot" Y/N roared towards the Slytherin seeker, lets just say he gets pretty... personal when it comes to sports.

Lee Jordan was finding it difficult not to take sides.

"So -- after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating--"

"Jordan!" growled Professor McGonagall.

"I mean, after that open and revolting foul..."

"Jordan, I'm warning you--"

"All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I'm sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinner, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession."

As it all unfolded Harry, who was still stuck in an awkward position, was barely hanging on.

"Crap." Y/N muttered.

"Whats up with Harry's broom?" Hagrid asked. "If I didn't know any better i'd say he's lost control of it." he said in disbelief.

Y/N quickly scanned the crowds and noticed something pretty odd. "It's Professor Snape"
He exclaimed.

"What?" Ron questioned.

"He's right, Snape's Jinxing the broom" Hermione pointed out.

"Jinxing the broom?" Ron repeated.

"Yes! We need to do something and fast because Harry won't be able to hold on much longer" Y/N said.

"Come on." Hermione grabbed onto his wrist and pulled him a long the crowds of people, dodging fellow students every now and then until they finally reach the rows of seats where Snape was sat among the other teachers. The two of them crawled down and under the seats until they were right behind him.

"Know any spells for this sorta stuff?" Y/N asked.

"Only one." she answered. She pulled out her wand and muttered a spell. "Incendio." And immediately, Snape's black robe caught fire so they quickly high tailed it back to their seats, not wanting to stick around to find out the rest.

Y/N and Hermione made it back and sat down in their original places, opposite of each other and watched as Harry climbed back on his broom, just moments away from certain death.
Y/N took a deep breath of relief and slumped down.

"You guys did it!" Squeaked Ron.

"It was all 'Mione, I was just there for extra help if needed." Y/N smiled.

She beamed her own smile towards him, as he congratulated her. Soon enough Harry caught the snitch and in the good time too and so the game was won by Gryffindor! crowds and crowds of people were cheering on and on. Execpt Slytherin of course.

They all rushed down to greet the winning team and congratulated them, Harry had a huge smile across his face, as did the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

"See I told you, you could do it." Y/N boasted causing an eye role and a even wider smile from the group of friends.

But still one question remained, Why would Snape want to try and kill Harry Potter or at the very least injure him if he was lucky. A question for another time perhaps...

—

Y/N, Harry, Hermione and Ron all made it back to Hagrid's hut and began straight away explaining to him what happened.

"It was Snape." Ron said. "Hermione and Y/N saw him. He was cursing your broomstick, muttering, he wouldn't take his eyes off you."

"Rubbish" Exclaimed Hagrid. "Why would Snape do somethin' like that?" Hagrid defended, as we all turned to face him.

They all looked at each other thinking the same thing, as if all in sync.

"It was Snape he tried to get past the three headed dog and got bit, we think he's trying to steal whatever it's guarding." Harry explained to Hagrid.

Hagrid dropped his teapot in shock, his mouth gaping wide open.

"How do you know about Flufffy?" He asked.

"Fluffy?" Y/N asked in disbelief, while eyeing the others.

"Yeah -- he's mine -- bought him off a welsh fella' I met in the pub las' year -- I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the--" Hagrid stopped before he could spill the beans.

"Yes?" They all asked eagerly at the same time, hoping to learn what the three headed dog or "Fluffy" as Hagrid called it.

"I shouldn' have said that." Hagrid muttered to no one but himself "Now, don't ask me anymore, that's top secret, that is" Hagrid said rather gruffly.

"But Snape's trying to steal it" Y/N exclaimed, as the others watched in complete and utter focus.

"Rubbish." Hagrid said, once again. "Snape's a Hogwarts teacher, he'd do nothin' of the sort"

"So why did he try and kill Harry?" Hermione cried.

"I know a jinx when I see one, Hagrid, we've read all about them!" she was pointing more towards Y/N than Ron and Harry.

"You've got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking at all, we saw him!" Y/N continued for Hermione.

It's true, though why would Snape go through all the trouble just to try and kill Harry, to steal something from Hogwarts, something isn't adding up for sure.

"I'm tellin' yeh, yer wrong!" Hagrid said. "I don' know why Harry's broom acted like that, but Snape wouldn' try an' kill a student!"

Thus proving the point, even though whatever he's after must be really valuable if he's going as close to killing a student, especially Harry.

"But Hagrid you can't say it isn't believable, the prick was doing something that's for sure!" Y/N told him.

Hagrid pondered the thought for a second. "I won't disagree with you, he must've been doing something but to try and kill a student, let alone, Harry here, it's just not possible."

Hagrid said and continued on.

"Now, listen to me, all four 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--"

Hagrid said but unfortunately for him, he finally spilled the beans completely, though who's Nicolas Flamel, i guess that'll be up to us to find out.

"Aha!" Harry said, rather victorious.

"So who's Nicolas Flamel?" Y/N asked, curiosity lacing his words.

"I shouldn' have said that, I shouldn' have said that." Hagrid mumbled to himself over and over...

This year just keeps getting better and better.

—

The next few days were stressful to say the least, trying to uncover who this "Nicolas Flamel" was, it was hard work, even for some of the most greatest minds in their little group of ragtag friends.

Y/N and Hermione had spent hours searching for any mention of him but so far they hadn't found anything remotely close to him.

Harry and Ron were... well they were hardly around but they contributed when needed but even Hermione had to admit, they were a big help when it came to turning the school's library inside out, much to her amusement.

Y/N had just finished reading the twelfth book of day and already became frustrated, they were getting nowhere and he just wasn't having it.

"Okay even for me, this too much." Y/N gave an annoyed sigh as he laid his head down on the table in front of him. Hermione who sat across from him huffed in agreement.

"This is impossible." Hermione groaned. Y/N looked up from the cold wooden table and watched as she pursed her lips.

"It's possible." He corrected her. "But it's bloody annoying." Y/N mumbled as he brought his head down again.

"You can say that again." she irritatedly replied, as she closed one of her many books that were scattered around her part of the table. "Maybe we should take a break?" Hermione suggested.

"That's the best idea you've ever had." Y/N cooed as he jumped out of his seat.

She looked at him like he had suddenly grown two heads. "I've had plenty of good ideas." she retorted.

"Okay Hermosa, name one great idea you've had?" Y/N joked as they both made their way out of the library.

"Setting Snape's robe on fire to save Harry from the jinxed broom." she stated rather quickly.

"Okay true, name two ideas." He pressed on. She had a look on her face that proved she was thinking hard.

"The time I lied to Professor Mcgonnagal about the incident on Halloween not to mention how I came up with the plan to knockout the troll." She said rather confidently as they walked down a narrow hallway.

"Alright, alright valid points for sure and that was quite brave I may add, truly a Gryffindor to heart, but still you got a third one?" Y/N asked as he turned to face her.

Once again she went into deep thought but concluded no answer, her obvious sigh and silence proving just that. "Haha, The Great Hermone Granger has no answer for a change" He emphasised "Great" as they continued along.

Hermione frowned and lightly smacked him over the back of the head. "Ow" He pouted.
To which she shrugged. "I'm starting to believe your attacks are a form deep affection." Y/N half joked but still relatively serious.

"You're becoming a nuisance." she said as she rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Admit it, you love me." He grinned as they made it to the outside courtyard of the school.

She laughed. "In your dreams." she responded amused.

They reached the courtyard and found it practically empty, well except from some lay around students from Ravenclaw and.. of course Slytherin, one we all knew quite well...

Draco Malfoy.

"Speaking of nuisances." Y/N spoke as they both eyed Malfoy.

Hermione hummed in agreement.

They both sat down on the grass, it was comfortable even with the weather getting colder as Christmas neared.

The two of them pulled out their homework from their bags and started it right away, they preferred to get it done a lot sooner than most people, then again they weren't most people.

They had homework from Professor Snape and his potions class which Y/N had the great idea of failing just to spite him but Hermione cautioned him against it, go figures.

But really he couldn't afford to fail work just because he may have a somewhat displeased attitude towards Snape and that was putting it mildly.

Then there was Professor Mcgonnagal's transfiguration lessons which was, by far his favourite lesson so far this year.

Also for how much of a awesome teacher she was, she may come around as a strict and sort of grouchy person but she was definitely a
kind-hearted person.

Along with other homework from Professor Flitwick and others as such, but they were most the immediate ones to focus on.

And last but not least, Professor Quirell of Defence Against The Dark Arts class, which he found highly interesting and exciting, but the same can't be said for the teacher, the professor seems off and Y/N was inclined to find out why.

It wasn't until five minutes later that the idiot approached them with a smug look on his face. 'God what i wouldn't do to punch that smugly look off his face.' Y/N thought as Malfoy walked up to them with his two lackeys Crabble and Goyle shortly behind him.

"What do we have here?" He said rather disgustingly as if he was looking at left over trash, trash they were not.

"L/N and Granger" He declared. "Well filth need to stick together right?" It was more a statement than a question.

"I could say the same thing about you, considering your two idiots behind you backing you up where ever you go." Y/N hissed at him, Malfoy looked at him furiously.

He ignored Y/N and kept going on "People like you are ruining this school, your kind shouldn't be welcomed here." He said towards Y/N and then turned to face Hermione who had a scowl across her face.

"My KIND? What's that's supposed to mean?" He hissed but didn't leave Malfoy doom to answer. "Leave now before I knock you on your ass Malfoy!" Y/N threatened as he got up off the ground.

"And you, muggle filth, no magic at all, pathetic." he taunted at Hermione and by now Y/N had already had enough, his hand tightened into a fist and slowly raised it. But not before Hermione placed a soft hand on his forearm gently, stopping him.

"Come on Y/N lets go, we don't have to listen to this bully." she spoke soft but anyone could hear the annoyance in her voice.

They both started walking back to the Gryffindor common room but was stopped when they heard Malfoy's irritating voice once more.

"I imagine you'd want this back though." He said as the two turned around.

There in his hand, was a photo, a certain photo Y/N valued dearly. The last thing from his mum, the only thing he has left of her at all.

He was waving it around like it was a prized treasure, something to be proud about and lets just say he made a huge mistake.

"Give. It. Back. Now!" Y/N hissed in a calm but very angry tone through gritted teeth.

It wasn't until Hermione took a step closer to see, that it was in fact his photo of his mother. 'It must've fallen out of his pocket.' She thought, gulping as she watched Y/N walked slowly towards the ignorant fool. Her breath hitched at what her best friend would do.

"Who's this, your mother?" He guessed as he waved it around playfully as Y/N got closer. "You think she'd be happy for her son to be such a terrible wizard, tolling with such low lives." he smeared as he slowly approached them, his mistake.

"Give it back Malfoy!" Hermione seethed, the sight sickened her and brought some unexpected anger up.

"Don't think I will filth-" He was cut off abruptly as Y/N swung his fist into his face, a cracking noise could be heard. Though unsure if it was Malfoy's or Y/N's end who recurved it. Hermione gasped at the sudden action. And Malfoy fell to the ground with a hissing pain as he placed a hand to his cheek where he was struck.

His lackeys backed up away from Y/N as he bent down and picked the photo up and placed it in his back pocket of his Gryffindor robes.

Hermione ran up beside him, looking into his dark brown eyes with concern. "Are you alright?" she asked with worry, just as Malfoy got back up while clutching his face.

"I am now." Y/N replied bitterly.

"You'll be hearing from my father!" Malfoy squealed. as he ran away, his friends following him close behind.

"I don't doubt it! If he's even half as craven as you, then I'll make short work of him!" Y/N called after him. "Jackass." He muttered as Hermione began inspecting his hand.

It was sore and was starting to bruise. He hit him quite hard but he deserved more, way more.

"Y/N! Your hand?!" Hermione asked while inspecting my hand for any damage

"It's fine 'Mione, doesn't even hurt" He lied as he grimaced. Turns out he hit harder than he originally thought he could.

She searched his face and she knew right away that he was lying. He couldn't ever get passed her, she could always see through him, most of the time.

"I don't think so, Y/N you need to go see Madam Pomfrey." She told him, leaving no room for argument while dragging him along to the medical ward.

"Do I have to?" Y/N whined, trying to get away. Which Hermione found oddly adorable.

"Yes, now stop squirming." she said scoldingly.

He sighed heavily and decided to obey "Yes ma'am." Y/N did a mock salute with his other hand.

If it wasn't for his bruised hand, she would've hit him for sure, but luckily all he got was an eye roll and a slight glare.

Lucky him...