Everyone was in the stands, teachers and students alike. You felt slightly nervous as you, Ron and Hermione pushed through the crowd, some refusing to sit because they were too excited.

"You think they'd let a few people through," Ron grumbled as you frantically searched for somewhere to sit.

"Oi! Over here!"

Your head snapped up to see Neville, Seamus and Dean up the the top row, waving at you. You gave a nod to them, then lead Ron and Hermione to join them.

"Thanks." you said as you sat down inbetween Neville and Dean. Hermione sat beside Neville, then Ron joined her, sitting on the outside of the group.

"No trouble at all," Dean said absentmindedly with a flick of his wrist. His eyes were trained on the Quidditch Pitch, excitement bursting out of him.

"Do you have the banner?" Hermione questioned, looking expectantly at the three boys.

"Of course! Who do ye think we are?" Seamus said with a devilish grin. He reached behind to bring out a folded, slightly ripped sheet that Scabbers had ruined. The six of you had decided to surprise Harry and show your support for him on his first match by making a large banner out of the sheet. It read "Potter for President", and there was a large Gryffindor lion underneath the bold words. Of course, Hermione, being the smart witch that she was, had charmed the sheet so that the paint flashed different colours.

Ron motioned for Seamus to pass the corner of the banner to him, since he was on the end of the group. You, Neville and Hermione ducked as Seamus attempted to toss one side of the sheet over to Ron - only Dean hadn't ducked, because he was too focused on the field, waiting for the players to come out. The sheet enclosed around him, blocking his view of the pitch.

"Oi!" he yelled, his voice slightly muffled by the fabric covering his face. "What was that for?"

"Yeur the one who didn't duck, ma boi." Seamus retorted, laughing as he lifted the sheet off of Dean. Ron reached over and took the end of the banner. Together, he and Seamus lifted it up so you, Neville and Hermione could sit up once again. Then you each reached under and held a small bit of the bottom of the sheet so you could all wave it and scream when Harry came out.

"Do you think he's going to be okay?" you asked suddenly. You couldn't help but feel afraid for Harry.

Last night, you hadn't been able to fall asleep what with the encounter with your limping Potions teacher, and the information Harry had accidentally obtained about the three-headed dog and Snape, so you had snuck out of the Common Room and made your way to the staffroom. Everyone else was asleep, but you did have to get past Mrs. Norris and Filch. You had successfully made it into the room, having opened it with the unlocking charm Hermione had taught you. There, on one of the tables, was Harry's copy of Quidditch Through the Ages. You had considered opening it and reading it to find out what all the craze with Qudditch was about, when you heard footsteps. Terrified, you had leapt under the table with as little sound as possible and waited for the footsteps to grow faint. Only, they didn't. Suddenly, the door was opening and an audible hiss was heard.

"Where are they, Mrs. Norris?" you had heard Filch's familiar raspy voice coo. "Where is the student that dared to be out of bed at this hour?"

Your breath hitching, you had trained your eyes on the old, worn-out slippers that were nearing the desk you were hiding beneath, and tried your best to make no sound. Just when it seemed everything was going to be okay, as Filch was now leaving, your own body betrayed you. Your stomach had let out a loud bubbling noise as a result of lying on the cold stones for so long. You had cursed inside you head and Filch's slippers walked back over to you.

"Did you hear that, Mrs. Norris?" He had said gleefully, and you could imagine the sinister and rotten grin on his face. "I think we've caught them."

You had braced yourself for detention or losing House points or even expulsion, and any other punishment that may have been bestowed upon you, when a loud crash followed by a loud cackle was heard in the distance.

Peeves.

Apparently, Filch had shared the same thoughts, as he cursed under his breath and raced off to examine the damage. You had let out a heavy breath that you were holding throughout that experience and began to crawl out from under the table. You had froze when you came face-to-face with a pair of beady yellow eyes and matted fur. The cat let out a long hiss before she turned and padded off after Filch, no doubt to warn him. Panicking, you had grabbed Harry's book before bolting out of the room, you heart racing. Your had footsteps echoed in the halls, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. The only thing that had mattered at that time was making sure you got to the Gryffindor dormitories before you were caught. Upon reaching the portrait, you had urged her to wake up frantically, muttering the password over and over again until she grumpily swung open. You had crawled through as she closed behind you, and you didn't stop running until you were in your bed. Running a sweaty hand through your hair, you had tried to calm yourself, realizing that this was already your second encounter with Filch. There was no way you were going to fall asleep for another good hour after all that excitement. So, you had taken it upon yourself to read Quidditch Through the Ages and learn all about how the sport functioned.

"Stop worrying," Ron said loudly, trying to be heard by you over the noise of the crowd. "If anything, he's really lucky to be able to play on the team!"

Suddenly, everyone around you broke into deafening cheers. Your eyes flitted to the Quidditch pitch and you saw both teams emerge from the locker room. You watched as Harry's head snapped upwards, searching the stands. Your eyes locked with Harry, and you mouthed 'good luck' to him. He offered you a tight smile before returning his attention back to Madam Hooch, who was apparently refereeing this match. She conversed with the two teams for a while before shouting, "Mount your brooms, please." The stands burst out into loud cheers again, each person yelling out to the team they were supporting. Each player threw a leg over their broomstick before looking expectantly at Madam Hooch. She lifted a silver whistle to her lips, then a loud blast sounded through the air, and fifteen brooms began to rise.

"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor - what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive too - "

"JORDAN!" Professor McGonagall's voice barked.

You chuckled with a few other students in the stand.

"Sorry, Professor." Lee Jordan, the commentator for the match, and also a good friend of the Weasley twins, said sheepishly, before continuing his commentary.

When Angelina Johnson scored the first goal, Gryffindor and Gryffindor supporter cheers ripped through the air, contradicted by the moans and cries of anger of the Slytherins. You watched as the speck that was Harry did a couple of loop-the-loops in the air to show his excitement.

"Budge up there, move along."

You let yourself be distracted from the game for a bit to see Hagrid making his way towards you guys. "Hagrid!"

Ron and Hermione slid over to offer Hagrid a seat inbetween Neville and Hermione.

"Bin watchin' from me hut," Hagrid said, and you noticed a large pair of binoculars hanging around his neck. "But it isn't the same as bein' in the crowd. No sign of the Snitch yet, eh?"

"Nope," Ron responded for the rest of you. "Harry hasn't had much to do."

This was true. Harry had just been circling above the game on his broom, his head always snapping to a location if something loud cracked there, or if the wind was really loud so that it resembled the whizzing sound of the Snitch. You had quite honestly preferred it this way, as Harry was the smallest of all the players because he was the only First Year, and could easily be hurt. Quidditch was a rough game, or so the book had claimed, and many people had been seriously injured (also according to the Quidditch Through the Ages).

"Kept outta trouble, though, that's somethin'," Hagrid chuckled as he lifted his binoculars to his eyes.

"Kind of..." you trailed off as you recalled how a bludger had come rushing towards Harry at one point in the game and was stopped by one of the Weasley twins. Your heart had been in your throat at the time, and you gave yourself a mental reminder to thank both of the twins (because you weren't sure which one it was) for making sure your friend hadn't gotten hurt.

"Slytherin in possession," Lee Jordan said, continuing his commentary. You were really only half-listening most of the time, your attention switching from the game to Harry's figure. "Chaser Pucey ducks two bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds towards the - wait a moment - was that the Snitch?"

Upon hearing Lee's words, your eyes went from Harry to the field just in time to see the Slytherin Chaser (Pucey, was it?) drop the Quaffle in surprise, and you scanned the pitch, looking for some sign of the Snitch. Apparently, both of the seekers had seen it as they flew quickly in the same direction. The game had come to a stop, at least for the rest of the players, as the Chasers were too busy watching their respective seekers.

You let out a loud scream with Hermione when Harry flew right into the Slytherin Captain, who was clearly blocking Harry on purpose, and spun off-course.

"FOUL!" All the Gryffindors screamed, including you.

"Send him off, ref! Red card!" Dean yelled, his face contorted into a frown.

"What are you talking about, Dean?" Ron asked, confusion evident on his face.

"Red card!" Dean said simply, too furious to say anything else or bother explaining himself.

"In soccer you get shown the red card and you're out of the game." you said, relieved that you could explain at least one sport to someone without having to read an entire book about it.

"But this isn't soccer." Ron said, raising a ginger eyebrow.

"They oughta change the rules." Hagrid said, supporting Dean. "Flint coulda knocked Harry outta the air."

You tried not to dwell on Hagrid's words for too long, instead turning your gaze back to the Quidditch Pitch. The Snitch was no longer in sight, at least from what you could tell. You concluded that it had probably disappeared in all the confusion.

"So - after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating - " Lee snarled into the microphone, his Gryffindor pride clearly taking over.

"Jordan!"

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

"Jordan, I'm warning you - " Professor McGonagall growled, her voice low and dangerous sounding.

"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 Spinnet, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession."

Obviously, you sided with Lee. Harry could have been seriously injured, and you felt a strong dislike for the Slytheirn Captain wash over you. You watched as another Bludger came flying towards your friend, which he dodged easily. He suddenly lurched forward, and you narrowed your eyes in confusion.

What was Harry doing? Was he doing some sort of weird victory dance on his broom again?

Then he did it again. And again. And again. Until suddenly, he was doing zig-zags and odd swishing movements. You gasped as he nearly fell off from a particularly violent jerk to the side.

The Slytherins were cheering, which you assumed meant that Slytherin had scored, but you couldn't care less at the moment. Was Harry trying to get himself killed? Or had his broom somehow gone crazy? Could brooms even go crazy?

"Dunno what Harry thinks he's doing," Hagrid mumbled, voicing your thoughts. So you weren't the only one that had noticed. He lifted his binoculars once again, probably to get a closer look at Harry and his twitching broom. "If I didn' know better, I'd say he'd lost control of his broom...but he can't have..."

Then more and more people were starting to notice Harry's strange movements. Some were pointing up at him, alerting their friends of...whatever that was happening. The crowd let out a loud gasp as Harry's broom gave a wild jerk and he swung off it. You opened your mouth in a silent scream as you stood up, watching as Harry dangled from his broom, holding on with only one hand.

Seamus and Hagrid began to converse, with you only listening partially, your mind clouded with worry for Harry. What the heck was going on?

"Can't nothing interfere with a broomstick except powerful Dark magic - no kid could do that to a Nimbus Two Thousand." You heard Hagrid say.

Neville let out a loud wail and began to cry into Hagrid's jacket.

If no kid could bewitch a broom, it had to have been one of the adults, you decided. You knew that Harry was an excellent flier, and there was no way he was clumsy enough to fall off his broom and die. But who would want to kill a kid?

Then you vaguely remembered Carol telling you about how important Harry was - that a dark wizard had tried to kill him when he was a baby, and he had survived, simultaneously killing the evil.

So it was likely someone who worked, or was working, for the Dark side could have been controlling the broomstick, especially when you recalled Carol's words about how most of the Dark Lord's followers had been rounded up, or fined. There was no reason not for them to feel anger at the boy-who-lived, considering he had murdered their leader.

"I knew it," you heard Hermione gasp, "Snape - look."

Both you and Ron turned towards Hermione in confusion. "What about Snape?" you asked.

Ron grabbed the binoculars from Hermione (who had probably borrowed them from Hagrid previously) and his jaw dropped.

"What?" you demanded, slightly annoyed.

"See for yourself, (Y/N)." Ron said as he passed you the binoculars. Putting them up against your eyes, you felt shock wash over you as you Snape muttering under his breath, his eyes fixed on something in the direction of Harry.

"He's doing something, jinxing the broom," Hermione concluded, narrowing her eyes at the Potions professor.

"What should we do?" you asked, sliding your gaze back to Harry's bucking broom.

"Leave it to me."

You saw Hermione leave the stands out of the corner of your eye, and you hoped that whatever she was going to do, she did it fast. Harry would not be able to hold on for much longer. The Weasley twins were trying to help and pull Harry to safety, but as they neared Harry, his broom would only fly higher. Eventually, they gave up and circled below him, obviously hoping to catch him if he fell - which he would, in only a matter of time. Your eyes flitted to the teacher's stand and looked for any sign of Hermione.

"Come on, Hermione," Ron muttered, sounding as desperate as you felt.

You swallowed thickly as Harry's broomstick rose once again. At that height, even if the Weasleys did catch him, he would suffer some injuries. Suddenly, Harry clambered back onto his broom.

"Neville, you can look!" Ron said, patting Neville on the back. Neville lifted his head to reveal a tear-stained, red and puffy face.

Thank God for Hermione.

Harry was speeding towards the ground, now in control of his broom, thanks to whatever Hermione had done to stop Snape, when he suddenly clamped a hand over his mouth. He looked like he was going to throw up. You honestly couldn't blame him, after being jerked around violently on his broom at a great height.

He then fell onto the field on all fours. It looked like he was coughing intensely.

Then he stood up, and shouted, "I've got the Snitch!"

He waved it above his head triumphantly while the Gryffindors screamed and hugged each other, the Slytherins letting out howls of defeat.

"Did he just...cough out...the Snitch?" you inquired to no one in particular, after you, Seamus, Ron, Dean, Neville and Hagrid had finished cheering.

"Sure did. At least it means he caught it!" Ron shouted happily.

"YEAHHHHH!" Dean was bellowing, after he had finished jumping up and down and doing a victory dance aimed towards the Slytherins.

You laughed and began to exit the stands with your friends - minus Dean who was still gloating. You and Ron waved goodbye to Seamus and Neville as you waited with Hagrid for Hermione and Harry.

Hermione arrived first. Ron screamed about how she was a bloody genius while you nodded and yelled words of encouragement and praise with him. Hermione's face was slightly pink as she graciously accepted all of your compliments, though she did look a little overwhelmed.

When Harry emerged, no longer in his Quidditch attire, you ran forward and threw your arms around him.

"I'm so glad you're okay," you said with a large smile after releasing him.

Before he could respond, Hermione grabbed him and pulled him into a bear hug.

"You have no idea how scared we were." She informed him with a serious expression, gripping him by the shoulders and staring right into his eyes so that he would understand.

"I didn't know what was going on," Harry confessed as Hermione let go and the four of you followed Hagrid back to his cabin.

"We did..." Ron grimaced.

"What? Really? What was it?" Harry questioned, his eyesbrows knitting together as he turned to face you and Ron, as you were both on the left side of him, Hermione on the right.

"They'll tell ye o'er a cup of tea, 'arry. I haven't 'eard the story myself." Hagrid called over his shoulder as they reached his cabin.

You, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat at the table in the middle of the wooden hut as Hagrid poured five cups of strong tea.

"It was Snape," Ron blurted out as soon as they sat down. "Hermione, (Y/N) and I saw him. he was cursing your broomstick, muttering, he wouldn't take his eyes off you."

"Rubbish," Hagrid said, placing down two cups of the steaming tea down on the table. "Why would Snape do somethin' like that?"

You, Harry, Hermione and Ron exchanged a glance, silently debating whether or not to tell Hagrid what the four of you had recently discovered. Hagrid walked back over to the stove.

"I found something out about him," Harry spoke up as soon as you all had nodded, giving him the signal to talk to Hagrid. "He tried to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween. It bit him. We think he was trying to steal whatever it's guarding."

Your head whipped around as a loud crash resounded. Hagrid was now kneeling on the floor, trying to pick up the pieces of the teapot he had just dropped. "How do you know about Fluffy?"

"Fluffy?" the four of you exclaimed. If there was one thing that dog wasn't, it was fluffy.

"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 - "

Hagrid suddenly stopped talking and cleaning. He shook his head, then picked up the rest of the broken pieces in silence before standing.

"Yeah?" Harry prompted, his voice dripping with excitement.

"Now, don't ask me anymore," Hagrid said as he dumped the glass pieces of the teapot into the trash and grabbed a brown cloth from the counter. "That's top secret, that is."

"But Snape's trying to steal it," Harry wheedled, clearly determined to get more information out of Hagrid.

"Rubbish," Hagrid scoffed, kneeling on the ground once again and cleaning up the tea that was staining his wooden floor with the brown cloth. "Snape's a Hogwarts teacher, he'd do nothin' of the sort."

"So why did he just try and kill Harry?" Hermione interjected, supporting Harry, and surprising the rest of you, since she was originally so against believing a teacher could do any wrong. Today's events must have changed her mind, since you all knew what you had seen. Snape was extremely suspicious, especially since he made it his goal to embarrass Harry every Potions class. "I know a jinx when I see one, Hagrid, I've read all about them! You've got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking at all, I saw him!"

Hagrid stood and tossed the brown cloth back onto the counter. "I'm tellin' yeh, yer wrong! I don' know why Harry's broom acted like that, but Snape wouldn' try an' kill a student! 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 and Nicolas Flamel - "

"Aha!" Harry exclaimed, interrupting Hagrid, "so there's someone called Nicolas Flamel involved, is there?"

Hagrid did not respond, but judging by his furious, self-loathing expression, you knew Harry had hit the nail on the head.

The four of you decided to stop harassing Hagrid (plus he had refused to speak again, probably for fear of saying something else that would leak private information) and thanked him for the tea, waving goodbye as you headed back towards the castle.

"I've heard that name before," Harry hissed as soon as you all were out of earshot of Hagrid. "Nicolas Flamel! I can't place where though..."

"Time to do some serious research then," you declared, earning nods from your three best friends. "But we can't ask Madam Pinch about it."

"Why not?" Ron questioned.

"She'll grow suspicious, I think, especially since Hagrid said it was top secret. We can't risk tipping anyone off."

Ron tilted his head from side to side, considering your words. "Alright, fair enough. So when should we start?"

"After we finish that Potions essay Snape assigned us," Hermione reminded you all.

"Hermione!" You, Ron and Harry groaned, upset that she had just ruined the air of mystery with talk of Snape's homework.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "As intriguing as this is, we can't fall behind in our studies because of it."

"She's got a point..." you admittedly begrudgingly as you reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. "Pig snout."

The portrait swung upon and you all clambered in, one after the other. You decided that after gathering your individual school supplies from your trunks, you would all gather in the Common Room, which, at the moment, was quite busy. Some of the older Gryffindors were still celebrating the Quidditch victory and smacked Harry on the back or gave him high fives as he came to join you, Ron and Hermione by the windowsill.

Harry winced a bit as he sat down, making you chuckle. "You okay there?"

"Yeah, I think my back might be sore for the next few days though," Harry said with a straight face, placing his pieces of parchment, quill, ink and books on the floor.

And so the four of you worked diligently on your Potions essay - well, as diligent as one could be after the first Quidditch victory of the season along with discovering new information about the massive three-headed dog that was guarding something underneath the trapdoor it was standing on. Eventually, once the Common Room was empty, you all finished - with lots of help from Hermione, of course - and you, Ron and Harry were currently sprawled out on the floor, surrounded by tons of parchment. Neither one of you could be bothered to get up, especially Harry, who must have been exhausted from today's events, even when Hermione cleared her throat and announced she had finished reading over your essays.

"Thanks, Hermione," Ron, Harry and you chorused as she handed your respective papers back to you.

"We should clean up this mess," Hermione muttered, then let out a surprised yelp as your hand enclosed around her wrist and pulled her down to lay on the ground with the rest of you.

"Or you could just relax for a bit," you said, turning your head to face her with a grin.

Hermione sighed. "Well, now that I'm on the floor, I don't want to get up."

And she didn't. The four of you lay in complete silence, thoughts and unanswered questions running through your minds. You were closing your eyes and listening to the sound of the fire crackling when you suddenly sat up.

"What is it, (Y/N)?" Harry mumbled in confusion, sitting up as well. Hermione and Ron had fallen asleep and were currently lying close to each other, Ron drooling slightly.

"I just thought of something," you said, "Wait here."

"Uhm, alright?" You barely heard Harry's response and you stood up bolted into the Girls' Dormitory. Sure enough, the book was still on your bed. You picked it up and walked back into the Common Room. Harry's face was scrunched up in confusion until his eyes flickered to the book in your hand. His mouth opened slightly as his eyes lit up in recognition, and he stood up to join you. You handed the book to him with a smile, and he returned a grin of his own as he flipped through the book, then looked back up at you with wonder and many questions shining in his green eyes.

"How did you get this?" Harry asked, his voice barely above a whisper as his gaze flitted back to Quidditch Through the Ages and traced the title of the book with his finger.

"I stole it," you said with a nonchalant shrug and an impish grin. "Almost got caught by Flich, twice, but it was worth it. I kind of read it last night, by the way, so sorry, but I was curious to see how the game worked. I didn't want to go and watch your game without knowing what the heck was going on, and I knew that you really liked the book, since that was the only book I've seen you willingly read and enjoy so far, so I snuck out last night. I went to the staffroom to grab it, like how you did earlier that night, but instead of asking I kind of just grabbed it and ran. Peeves helped me escape, though probably unintentional, and I couldn't sleep after barely escaping, so I just kind of opened the book and read so I knew what Flint did was a foul and he's such a cheater and you could have gotten killed so Lee was right when - "

Harry cut you off by tossing the book to the ground and hugging you. You were surprised for a second, before you returned the hug.

"Thank you," he whispered, sounding slightly choked up.

"Uh, are you crying?" you asked nervously, not really sure why he would be crying, or what to do.

Harry let out a short laugh before pulling away and wiping his eyes discreetly. "No."

"You were! Did I do something wrong?" you questioned nervously, trying to rack through your brain of all the 'bad' things you've ever done. You didn't say something that hurt him when you were rambling, did you?

"No, no, no!" Harry reassured you quickly. "Quite the opposite. It's just...no one's really done something that nice for me before."

"Really? All I did was get your book for you. Which you quite rudely tossed onto the floor, might I add."

Harry chuckled again. "Don't downgrade yourself like that. You said so yourself - you could have gotten caught."

"But I didn't."

"Clearly." Harry shot you a warning look, but you knew it wasn't real from the way the ends of his lips were twitching, as if fighting back a smile. "But if Filch had caught you, you could have gotten detention. You risked your clean record for me, even though you wanted to read about the game, you said you wanted to read about it to support me. So thank you."

"Let me correct you on one thing - currently clean. I don't know if it'll stay clean much longer thanks to yours and Ron's crazy antics." You teased, earning another chuckle from the raven-haired boy. "And what are friends for?"

Harry offered you a soft smile. "I'd do the same for you."

"You'd better," you joked, elbowing him. He grasped his side and gave you a not-so-terrifying glare.

"Ouuu, I'm so scared..." you drawled, raising an eyebrow at his failed attempt to come off as intimidating.

"You'd better be," Harry said, while raising his arms slowly.

You narrowed your eyes at him. "You wouldn't dare."

He wiggled his fingers while cocking an eyebrow, a mischievous grin playing at his lips. "Oh, but I would."

And with that, you bolted, running for the couch in the centre of the Common Room, Harry close behind you.

"We're going to wake up Ron and Hermione!" you yelled as a ploy to get him to stop chasing you.

"Too bad for them," he retorted, getting closer. You tried to leap over the couch - note, tried. Your legs ended up getting stuck hanging on the other side as you tried to wriggle off the couch, only to flinch as you felt two cold hands wrap around your ankles. You attempted to kick his hands off, and you succeeded - sort of.

"...ow..." you heard Harry say slowly in a pained voice that sounded slightly higher than normal.

"Oh my God," you exclaimed, and wormed your way down the couch only to run to the other side where Harry was currently kneeling and had his eyes screwed up in pain.

You had kicked him where the sun doesn't shine, and boy, did you feel bad about it.

Then you started laughing. Loudly.

"This is funny to you?" Harry squeaked, opening one green eye to watch you as you doubled over.

"Yes...I mean, no...well, kind of...I'm so sorry...pfft...I feel so terrible about it but oh my god...I shouldn't be laughing..." you wheezed as you internally wondered if you were mentally stable.

When you had calmed down, you walked over to Harry and offered him a hand. "I am sorry, really, but maybe you shouldn't have grabbed my ankles..."

"You're pinning this on me?" Harry groaned as he graciously accepted your hand and attempted to stand.

"Yes." you said simply with a small grin, helping pull the raven-haired boy up. "But I do feel terrible, so I'll help you back into your Dorm."

"What about Ron and Hermione?" Harry asked with a wince as he leaned against you.

"I'll...figure out what to do with them later. Let's focus on you right now."

On the way back to the Boys' Dormitory, you stopped to pick up Quidditch Through the Ages then continued guiding Harry to his bed.

"Here," he grunted when the two of you reached a bed near beside another empty one, which you assumed was Ron's.

"No thank you?" You teased as you helped Harry sit down on the bed, and placed his book beside him.

"You're the one who kicked me in the first place."

"Touché."

As you walked away, you heard Harry call after you. "(Y/N)?"

You paused in the doorway, turning around. "Yes?"

There was silence, then a small "thank you" reached your ears.

You smiled in response, though he couldn't see it, and you walked back into the Common Room to rouse your other two friends.

A/N: To be perfectly honest, I was considering discontinuing this because I had no motivation whatsoever, but then I decided to go through all your comments the other day, and a lot of them made me laugh and smile. So thank you, all of you, for giving me motivation and clearing my writer's block and here's a slightly longer than usual update as a thank you:)