Y/N POV

The next morning rolled around and we are all sitting at the Gryffindor table. Lana comes to sit with us for a little bit before the time comes for the Quidditch game. And speaking of Quidditch, the future star of Gryffindor ain't doing much in regards to getting ready.

"Here, take a bit of toast, mate." Ron said as he stuffed his face. "Go on."

He still didn't eat any food. He just sat there, twirling his fork.

"Ron's right, Harry." Hermione said, who was sitting left of me. "You're gonna need your strength today."

"Especially if you want Slytherin to lose, which I bet 10 Galleons they will." I added, which earned a nudge from Hermione along with a laugh and a "Prat."

"I'm not hungry." Harry said as he looked at his plate.

"Good luck today, Potter." Snape said as he crept up behind him, which surprised the hell out of him. "Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll, a little game of Quidditch should be easy work for you...even if it is against Slytherin." He then walked off and with a limp, might I add.

"That explains the blood." He said as Lana nodded. I must have not noticed since Hermione was helping me to the hospital wing. I still had my bandage-cast thing that Madam Pomfrey cast on my arm. It now had signatures from most of the Gryffindors, but the first one to sign it was Hermione, who had signed hers with really nice handwriting and what looked like a heart.

"Blood?" Hermione asked the two.

"Listen, last night, I'm guessing Snape let the troll in as a diversion so he could try and get past that 3 headed dog." Harry said. "But he got himself bitten, that's why he's limping."

"Just call it Cereberus, for god's sake, it's much more fitting, ya know? Three-headed dog of the Underworld?" I said. "It just makes so much more sense." I put my right hand under my chin as Hermione patted me on the back.

"But why would anyone go near Cerberus?" Hermione asked, to which I smiled at the fact that she took the nickname I gave the dog.

"The day I was at Gringotts, Hagrid took something out of one of the vaults." Harry continued. "He said it was Hogwarts business, very secret."

"So you're saying..."

"That's what the dog's guarding. That's what Snape wants."

A loud screech was heard above us as Hedwig entered the Great Hall and dropped a long but large package at the table before she flew off.

"Bit early for mail, isn't it?" Hermione asked. She's right. No other letters, packages or any of the like arrived at the other tables.

"But I-I never get mail." Harry said. From what Harry had told us about his home life, it sounded absolutely miserable. His aunt and uncle made him cook their food, while giving him just a piece of bread and butter. Their son would torment him and he was spoiled as well. They didn't even celebrate Harry's birthday.

That was so terrible of them.

"Let's open it." Ron said. We all got up and started ripping the paper over it. Really weird to do something with one of your arms being broken. As we ripped the package open, we were greeted by a pleasant surprise.

"It's a broomstick!" Harry said with joy in his voice.

"Not just any broomstick!" Ron said. "It's a Nimbus 2000!"

"Really!?" I asked. "Those are the newest brooms out right now!"

"And very expensive!" Lana added.

"But who?" Harry asked.

I looked up to the teacher's table. "I think I have a good idea." I motioned for Harry to turn around, seeing that Hedwig was being stroked by none other than Professor McGonagall. She looked at us and smiled. I swear that she might have looked straight at Lana and I.

As the time came for the Quidditch match to start, Harry left with the rest of the Gryffindor team and Lana went to join the other Ravenclaws to watch the match. Ron was excited and left to go to the stands to get some good seats for us while Hermione stood up and held out her arm to me.

"You shouldn't put too much pressure on your arm." She said sweetly. "Come on, we should go and join Ron." I reached out and grabbed her arm and she pulled me up from my seat. As I stood up, Hermione then turned herself around and took my right hand with her left. "Thanks for the help, 'Mione." I said as I smiled.

She turned her head to face me and smiled back. "Anytime." She said as we made our way to the Quidditch field.

Lana POV

I joined my fellow Ravenclaws on the way toward the Quidditch field. I like Quidditch but not as much as Y/N. He absolutely loves it! His favorite team is the Ballycastle Bats. He would be enjoying himself with the other Gryffindors. In fact, he might even be giddy right about now, since I just saw him and Hermione walking together towards the field.

And he was holding hands with her!

(My ship is sailing!)

As we arrived at the open field, I saw the familiar Quiddtich set-up, ready for the two teams to play. Many students were cheering their heads off as the players soared into the air while a voice boomed over the field.

"Hello, and welcome to Hogwarts' first Quidditch game of the season! Today's game Slytherin versus Gryffindor!!!"

This was apparently the voice of Lee Jordan, A Gryffindor who was also the Quidditch commentator. The players then took their positions in the air where I saw a familiar raven-haired boy among them. Even if I couldn't see Harry clearly, I could tell that he's still feeling nervous about the game.

"The players take their positions as Madam Hooch steps out onto the field to begin the game." Lee's voice boomed over the field.

Madam Hooch moved her mouth to say a few words and then she stepped over to a trunk and kicked it, releasing the bludgers.

"The bludgers are up..." Lee continued. "Followed by the Golden Snitch. Remember, the snitch is worth 150 points. The seeker who catches the Snitch ends the game."

The snitch flew off into a blur and flew around both of the seeker's heads while Madam Hooch grabbed the Quaffle, ready to put it into the game.

"The Quaffle is released... and the game begins!"

Gryffindor took the lead and possession of the Quaffle. "And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor, what an excellent chaser that girl is and rather attractive too-"

Before Lee could continue his sentence, he was cut off by Professor McGonagall exclaiming "JORDAN!" as she was overseeing him.

"Sorry, Professor."

Angelina raced past the Slytherins and scored points for the Gryffindor team, earning them 10 points on the board. All kinds of cheers were heard from everyone but the Slytherins. Typical of those sore losers.

The game continued as Gryffindor scored more and more points with everyone on the edge of their seats. The Slytherins tried to get points as they began to play dirty by kicking, dodging, all the like, until the Slytherin captain, Marcus Flint decided to grab a beaters bat and whack a bludger towards the Gryffindor Captain and Keeper, Oliver Wood. It hit him in the stomach and he fell to the ground, knocked out and out of the game.

The Slytherins gained an advantage after that. They continued to get more points as their fellow Slytherins cheered. They knocked off Johnson and caused Harry to go off balance on his broom. 'Y/N would probably be cursing at them right about now." I thought to myself.

Meanwhile with Y/N:

"Fils de salopes! Bâtards tricheurs! Je vais m'assurer que ces fu- Ouch!" *

"Language!" Hermione said as she pinched me.

"Sorry, heat of the moment." I said. "Wait... did you just pinch me?"

Hermione POV

"So... after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating-" Jordan said after what Flint did to Harry, which had me, Y/N and Ron on the edge of our seats (And Y/N swearing profanities at the Slytherin team.)

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall called out.

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

"Jordan, I'm warning you."

"All right, all right." Jordan said. "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 the play."

From our view, we could see that Harry was feeling very uneasy at how Slytherin catched up.

"I do not know how Gryffindor will- wait... Is that the Snitch?" Jordan questioned.

It was indeed the Golden Snitch. From a distance, the three of us could tell that Harry's eyes had gone wide, but not only due to its presence but also his broom had started to buck and turn.

"What's happening to Harry's broomstick?" Hagrid, who had come from his hut, asked. I looked around to see what could have possibly happened and my eyes drew their attention to Professor Snape, who was looking directly at Harry and his broomstick. His eyes haven't blinked at all and he was muttering something. This could only mean one thing.

Snape was jinxing Harry's broomstick.

"It's Snape!" I yelled over the madness around us. "He's jinxing the broom!"

"Jinxing the broom?" Ron asked. "What do we do?"

"Leave that to me!" Y/N said as he gave his binoculars to him.

"What! You're not going alone!" I said worried. "Your arm's still not healed! If you're going, I'm coming with you!"

"Alright then." Y/N said. "I guess that's fair."

I took his free hand and we ran toward the stand that Snape was in. Harry was currently still hanging on his broom for dear life. As we got to the stands, we got underneath where everyone was sitting and scanned for Snape.

"Shouldn't be hard to look for him, since he practically wears the same dark robes." Y/N whispered as I was still holding his free hand. "Oh, here he is!"

We kneeled down under Snape's seat and took out our wands and placed them by his cloak. "You think what I'm thinking?" I asked him with a smile.

"Yep." He grinned.

"Lacarnum Inflamarae." We said quietly as a spark ignited from the tip of our wands and set fire to Snape's cloak.

"Fire! You're on fire!" A voice called out above us as we began to run out of the stands. A couple of thuds came after and as soon as we left, Harry climbed back on his broomstick. Loads of cheers came after as we assumed that Harry had gone after the Snitch. A couple minutes after we started running, the crowd had gone silent.

"Wait, what's going on?" Y/N asked.

"I dunno, let's check!" I said as we ran toward the window of the tower.

Harry was on the ground, holding his hands to his stomach. He then rose his hands towards his mouth and lurched forward as something came out of his mouth and landed in his hands.

The crowd went wild.

He caught the Snitch.

I broke out into a wild grin and tackled Y/N to the floor in a tight hug as he chuckled and hugged back.

"He's got the Snitch! Harry Potter receives 150 points for catching the Snitch!"

Timeskip a couple hours later-

Still Hermione POV

After the match and Gryffindor's victory, the five of us were walking along a path with Hagrid as we were talking to him about what happened with Harry's broomstick. Ron and Harry were talking about the match in general while Y/N, Lana and I were trying to persuade Hagrid about what we saw.

"Nonsense!" Hagrid bellowed. "Why would Snape put a curse on Harry's broom?"

Y/N stood in silence and squinted his eyes. "Have you seen how he acts around him?"

"But who knows?" Harry said. "Why was he trying to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween?"

Hagrid then turned to us with a glare in his eyes and a frown underneath his big beard. "Who told you 'bout Fluffy?"

"Fluffy?" Ron asked.

"The dog has a name?" I asked.

"And it's Fluffy!?" Y/N said. "I really thought it would be Cereberus. You know, because of the three heads."

"It was still a brilliant name, though." I assured him as I took his hand, which made him blush and Lana smirk at the both of us.

"Of course, he has a name. He's mine." Hagrid said. "Bought him off an Irish feller I met down at the pub last year. I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the..." He stopped himself before he could say anything else.

"Guard the what?" Lana asked him.

"I shouldn't have said that. No more questions!" He bellowed once more. "Don't ask any more questions. That's top secret, that is."

"But whatever Fluffy's guarding, Snape's trying to steal it." Harry said.

"Codswallop." Hagrid retorted. "Professor Snape is a Hogwarts teacher."

"Hogwarts teacher or not, I know a spell when I see one." I said. "Y/N and I read all about them."

"You've got to be keeping eye contact with the target to jinx someone." Y/N added. "Snape didn't break it at all during that time."

"Exactly." Harry said.

Hagrid let out a big sigh. "Now, you listen to me, all five of yah, You're meddling in things that ought not to be meddled in. It's dangerous. What that dog is guarding strictly between Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel."

Y/N and Lana's face went into a smirk. "So, Hagrid. Who is Nicholas Flamel?"

As they spoke, Hagrid's eyes went wider than before. "I shouldn't have said that. I should not have said that." He left towards his hut and the five of us were left befuddled.

'Who is Nicholas Flamel?' I thought to myself.

(*Translation: Sons of bitches! Cheating bastards! I'm gonna make sure those fu-)