Quidditch. The only magical wizard sport and I couldn't play it. I would have to settle for watching it, but at least that was better then being zapped out of the sky.

As Harry learned everything about Quidditch, I was earning a reputation for pranking with the Weasley twins. (I was typing this and pranking autocorrected to prancing XD)

Hermione had learned to chill after the mountain troll incident. We hung out often and the day before Harry's big Quidditch match, we hung out in the chilly courtyard.

The cold was made better when Hermione whipped out a jar of BLUE fire.

"Regular fire is cool-er awesome, but blue fire is a thousand times better!" I exclaimed excitedly.

"Percy, mate." Ron started. "I think there's something wrong with you."

"Nah, I'm just a huge fan of the color blue." I replied. Hermione rolled her eyes while Harry just kept reading Quidditch Through The Ages.

"What a strange sight." I mumbled.

"What is?" Hermione asked looking around for what I was talking about.

"Harry being a bookworm while you interact with people." I said cracking a smile.

She gave another eye roll and we continued to sit with the flame in a jar to our backs.

It was a generally awesome way to stay warm and hang with my friends, but our method attracted some unwanted attention.

Snape attempted to walk over to us, but he was limping. If it was anyone else I would've been concerned, but this was one of the meanest teachers I had ever met.

"What's that you've got there, Potter?" Snape asked.

Harry showed his Quidditch book to Snape.

"Library books are not to be taken outside the school," said Snape. "Give it to me. Five points from Gryffindor."

"He's just made that rule up," Harry muttered angrily as Snape
limped away. "Wonder what's wrong with his leg?"

"Dunno, but I hope it's really hurting him," said Ron bitterly.

"Ditto." I said, but my mind went to why he had a limp in the first place.

~Time skip~

We sat in the common room doing homework, but by 'we' I mean 'Ron and Harry'.

I've made a system where I finish if the moment I get it and I get Hermione to check if it's right or not.

Thanks to that system, I'm reading a Greek translation of 'The Edge Of The Sea', a book on marine biology, while they do homework. Then I noticed Harry acting restless.

"Whoa, Harry. You're acting like a demigod." I said humorously.

Harry attempted a smile, but failed.

"I'm going to retrieve my book from Snape." Harry announced.

"Don't do it, Harry! You have so much to live for!" I exclaimed.

"Better you then me." Hermione and Ron said in unison. Harry left leaving us in peace.

I was close to the end of my book when Harry sprinted in startling us. I was about to asked to ask what happened when Ron interrupted.

"Did you get it?" Ron asked. "What's the matter?"

In a low whisper, he explained to us what happened at Snape's which involved Snape's injury and a lot of yelling.

"You know what this means?" he finished breathlessly. "He tried to get past that three-headed dog at Halloween! That's where he was going when we saw him-he's after whatever it's guarding! And I'd bet my broomstick he let that troll in, to make a diversion!"

Hermione looked shocked. Most likely because Harry figured it out first.

"No-he wouldn't," she said. It was then my turn to be shocked.

"I know he's not very nice, but he wouldn't try and steal something Dumbledore was keeping safe." Hermione continued.

"Honestly, Hermione, you think all teachers are saints or something," snapped Ron. "I'm with Harry. I wouldn't put anything past Snape. But what's he after? What's that dog guarding?"

"Too many questions for today." I said instead. "Let's answer them tomorrow after sleep and blue pancakes."

~Time Skip~

The Great Hall was full of the amazing smell of blue pancakes and the contagious peppiness of sports.

I watched and occasionally encouraged Harry to eat blue waffles if not blue pancakes. He refused even those.

Eventually the evil eleven o'clock came. I sat in the Gryffindor stands waiting anxiously. With all the extra loud noise and excitement, I was hyped.

Then the teams came out onto the field and started. They flew into the air more or less majestically

The only person I saw really is Harry looking for the snitch. I kept an eye out for the snitch as well. I could barely focus with Lee shouting out every little thing that happens.

The moment we scored, the crowd lost it. I cheered and I'm pretty sure almost made Hermione and Ron go deaf.

"Budge up there, move along."

I looked around to find Hagrid coming to sit with us. I tried to listen to what he was saying, but between the team's awesome yet distracting flying skills and the loud noise, I definitely couldn't hear a thing.

Then I noticed Harry start to chase after something and even though I couldn't see it, I knew it was the snitch.

I watched in anticipation and booed in rage when Marcus Flint blocked Harry. This seemed to be about as rough as American football.

I looked around the field looking for that snitch when I heard the crowd gasp. Harry was being thrown back and forward and from side to side by his broom.

When I turned to Hermione to ask what was happening and if this was supposed to be happening, but she was already gone.

A few more minutes of watching Harry helplessly, the broom suddenly stopped.

Harry flew closer and closer to the ground and nearly puked. He fell off the broom and coughed up a gold ball. I cheered with the others out of confusion. I was definitely not used to these weird British sports.

Afterwards I found out what it was that was making Harry's broom act out. We were discussing it over tea at Hagrid's hut.

"It was Snape." Rom stated to both Harry and I. "Hermione and I saw him. He was cursing your broomstick, muttering, he wouldn't take his eye off you."

"How did you stop him?" I asked curiously.

"I set him on fire, but to be completely fair he was trying to get Harry to fall off his broom." Hermione said sheepishly.

"Rubbish," said Hagrid. "Why would Snape do somethin' like that?"

"He tried to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween. It bit him. We think he was trying to steal whatever it guarding."

Hagrid dropped his teapot dramatically.

"How do you know about Fluffy?" Hagrid asked.

"Fluffy?" We asked in unison.

"Yeah-he's mine-bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub las' year-I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the-"

"Yes?" Harry said pryingly.

Then Fang came over to me once more and attempted to get me to scratch his ear. I eventually gave in and by then we were leaving with some very useful information.

I finally have a chapter finished for you guys. Also person who I addressed in the last chapter, private message me why you hate my book. Lastly thanks my lovely readers for reading this book.

~Violentvixy