Y/Ns POV

"I swear to Merlin if Ron did this to you." Hermione said angrily as she cuddled into me.

"No, no." I reassured. "It wasn't Ron, but I see why you would think that. It was Black, as well as someone else. But I remember them talking about finding someone."

—Flashback—

I was still agitated with Ron for his behavior at the party. Especially for what he said about Hermione. In my book, we weren't friends at the moment and I was okay with that.

I kept thinking about what I did to Ron. I've never felt so angry in my life, and how I managed to pick him up with one hand was very surprising.

What the hell is happening to me.

I felt extremely protective over Hermione during that moment. Especially when Ron slipped out my feelings about her.

My heart started beating faster by the minute when he mentioned that I fancy her.

And then it came to me.

I am completely, and deeply in love with Hermione.

After this realization, I tried to go back to sleep, which was extremely difficult considering that I was still mad at Ron.

I then heard Sir Cadogen open the portrait after saying, "Why thank you, good sirs!"

Two different voices were heard repeating the phrases, "where are you?" And, "come out wherever you are."

After a while, the voices traveled all the way to our dorm, where a man then said.

"Found you, bitch."

The man raised his hand, revealing a blade over the bed. As he was about to drive it down, something scurried out of the way, the two men brought themselves to the thing.

Then something happened.

"Please." A voice called out. "I beg of you, please don't hurt me!"

"Hurt you?" The man scoffed. "You have no idea what I'm going to do to you! My life is a living hell because of you."

"Please Sirius!" The voice begged. "I didn't do anything, have mercy!"

That must be Sirius Black.

"Shut up!" The other man said. "You're the reason why all of our friends are dead!"

"Have mercy please!" The voice begged once more.

"Wait a second, is that..."

I heard footsteps coming up towards my bed as someone stared down at me.

'Best pretend to be asleep' I thought as I shut my eyes.

A few minutes lingered as I continued to feel the presence of someone staring down at me.

"Y/N?" The voice asked.

"Oh come on let's just get through with it already!" Sirius called out as he brought down his blade.

The thing then scurried over towards my bed, trying to steer clear of the blade.

Wait a minute.

Is that...Scabbers?

Before I could think about this more, Sirius brought his blade down on me instead, accidentally stabbing me with the knife.

"Agggh!" I yelled out in pain.

"What the hell did you do?" The other man shouted. "You could have killed him!"

"I didn't mean to!" Sirius shouted. "Wormtail's too god damn fast."

They turned around to chase Scabbers, but just as he was about stab him again, Ron woke up and yelled.

"Shit! Sirius we have to go!" The other man shouted.

Before the two of them could leave the dorm, the other man turned to look in the direction of my bed for a few seconds, and took off.

—Flashback end—

Back to Y/Ns POV

"And that's really all I can remember." I said. "Before I passed out seconds later."

"I wonder who Black called out?" Hermione asked. "And that other man."

"I'd rather not think about it right now." I replied. "I'm just glad I wasn't killed."

"I'm so happy you're okay." Hermione said while hugging me tightly. "I was so worried about you, and I heard about what you did to Ron."

"About how I almost beat his face in?"

"Yes." She replied. "You defended me. You have no idea how much that means to me."

"Well, anything for you Mione." I said as she smiled and kissed my cheek.

Eventually, Madam Pomfrey said that we could go back to the Common Room, and that I needed to rest.

Me and Hermione walked back together the Common Room hand in hand. Gracie was curled up on the couch when we entered, and jumped into my arms as we came inside.

Hopefully Ron doesn't whine about that

Nobody was asleep, which didn't come as much of a surprise since Black could still be inside the castle. However, Mum did inform us that he escaped once again.

Apparently, Neville had written all of the passwords down and Black had obtained them, Cadogen was stupid enough to let him and the other man inside. Causing him to be fired and the Fat Lady to return.

Thank God too, I was getting really tired of his dumb riddles.

Hermione led me over to the couch, where we both sat together with Gracie curled up on my lap. Eventually, Crookshanks came down to join us and laid down on Hermione's lap.

You know what's funny? This feels like me and Hermione have our own little family.

Eventually, we went to sleep with our heads resting on each other.

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Harry's POV

Dear Harry and Ron,

How about having tea with me this afternoon 'round six? I'll come and collect you from the castle. WAIT FOR ME IN THE ENTRANCE HALL; SINCE YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED ON YOUR OWN.

Cheers,

Hagrid.

"He must want to hear all about Black!" Ron exclaimed.

Around six that afternoon, me and Ron left the tower and made our way over to the entrance hall. Hagrid was already waiting for us.

"Hi Hagrid!" Ron exclaimed. "I suppose you want to hear all about Saturday night, do you?"

"I've heard abou' it all right." Hagrid said as he opened the doors. "Y/N almost being killed by Black, that's real bad."

"Oh...right." Ron said dejectedly. "I feel bad about what happened to him."

We arrived at his hut, where Buckbeak was relaxing on Hagrid's pastures.

Hagrid then pulled out what looked like a suit.

Was it a suit?

If it is, that has to be the most strangest suit I've ever seen.

"What is that for, Hagrid?" I asked.

"Buckbeak's case against the Committee fee the Disposal o' Dangerous Creatures," he said. "This Friday. Him an' me'll be goin' down get London together. I've booked two beds on the Knight Bus..."

I had completely forgotten about Buckbeak's case with everything that has happened.

"I feel like this isn't why you asked us to come over, Hagrid."

He nodded and said, "I got somethin 'ter discuss with you two."

"What?" I asked.

"It's about Hermione." He said.

"What about her?" Ron asked.

"She's in a righ' state, that's what." He said. "She and Y/N have been coming ter visit visit me a lot since Chris'mas. She's bin feelin' lonely. She likes being wit' Y/N, but she wants yeh all to be a group again. Yeh not talking to her because her cat—"

"Ate Scabbers!" Ron exclaimed. "And Y/Ns cat helped!"

"Because their cats acted like all cats do." Hagrid said sternly. "She's cried a fair few times, yeh know. She's bitten off more'n she can chew. All this work she's tryin 'ter do, all the stress she's been under with Y/N bein' hurt. Still found time ter help with Buckbeak's case, they've found some really good stuff fer me...reckon he'll stand a good chance now..."

"Hagrid, we should have helped as well." I said. "We're really sorry."

"I'm not blaming yeh!" He exclaimed. "Gawd knows yeh've had enough ter be getting' on with. I've seen yeh practicing quidditch every hour o' the day an' night—but I've gotta tell yeh, I thought you two's value yer friend more'n broomsticks or rats."

"Y/N told me the same thing." Ron said sadly.

"Really upset, she was, when Black stabbed Y/N." He said. "She's got her heart in the right place, Hermione head, and you two not talking to her, or Y/N."

"If they'd get rid of those cats, I'd speak to them again!" Ron said. "But they won't stop sticking up for them! Complete maniacs, and they won't hear a word about it! And do you know what Y/N did? He punched me!"

And you deserved it.

"Cause you kept mentioning Scabbers and she broke into tears!" I exclaimed. "And you completely deserved it Ron, just be glad Y/N didn't hurt you like he did with Malfoy."

We made our way back to the Common Room, where the next Hogsmeade trip was being announced.

"Next weekend!" Ron said happily. "What do you reckon?"

"Harry!" A voice said as I turned around, revealing to be Hermione.

"Harry, if you go into Hogsmeade again..." she said. "I'll tell Professor McGonagall about the map!"

"Screw you, Hermione!" Ron said angrily.

"Ron, how could you let him go with you?" Hermione said. "After what Sirius Black did here? I mean it, I'll tell—"

"So now you're trying to get Harry expelled?" Ron yelled. "Haven't you done enough damage this year?"

"Are you kidding me?" Y/N yelled as he stood next to Hermione. "She's the one who's done damage? You're the one who keeps bringing up your stupid, fucking rat!"

"Calm down Y/N." Hermione said calmly as she took his hand. "He's not worth it."

Y/N nodded as he turned to me. "Don't be stupid Harry, that's all I'm going to say."

He and Hermione left the room, most likely to go to the library.

"So how about it?" Ron asked when Y/N and Hermione were out of earshot.

"I'll need to make sure I have the cloak."

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Y/Ns POV

Today was supposed to be a nice day at Hogsmeade with Hermione.

Until we received some unsettling news.

Hagrid had sent us a letter about Buckbeak's case. They had lost. On top of that, Harry also had the Marauders Map taken away from him and Snape had tried to figure out the map as well.

I told him not to be stupid, and now look what happened.

"W-we have to tell them." Hermione said with tears in her eyes. "We have to, they wanted to help before all of this."

"It ok." I said while hugging her tightly. "We'll have to talk to them eventually."

We walked back to the Common Room, where Ron glared at us fiercely.

"Come to have a good gloat?" He said. "Or have you just been to tell on us?"

"Save it Weasley." I said.

"Hagrid lost the case." Hermione said quickly. "Buckbeak is sentenced to be executed!"

"He sent us this." I said handing the note to Harry.

Dear Hermione and Y/N,

We lost. I'm allowed to bring him back to Hogwarts. Execution date to be fixed. Beaky has enjoyed London.

We won't forget the help you gave us.

-Hagrid

"They can't do this!" Harry exclaimed as he finished the letter. "Buckbeak isn't dangerous!"

"According to Lucius, he is." I said bitterly.

"He threatened the committee into doing it." Hermione said as tears dropped from her eyes while I wiped them with my thumb. "You know what he's like. They're a bunch of doddery old fools, and they were scared."

"There's going to be an appeal though." I said "there always is, but I can't see any hope with this."

"There will be." Ron said standing up. "Because you two won't have to work on this yourselves this time. I'll help."

"Oh Ron!" Hermione cried. "I'm really, really sorry about Scabbers!"

I'm not, the rat deserved to die.

"Oh, well he was old." Ron said timidly. "And he was a bit useless. You never know, Mum and Dad might get me an owl now."

"That's the spirit!" I said happily. "Does that mean Crookshanks and Gracie can come out of Hermione's dorm now?"

"W-well yeah, I suppose so." Ron replied.

While we were at Care For Magical Creatures, we talked to Hagrid. Who was still in shock.

"S' all my fault. Got all tongue tied. They was all sittin' there in black robes and I kep' dropping me notes and forgettin' all them dates yeh looked up fer me, Hermione. An' then Lucius Malfoy stood up an' said his bit, and the Committee jus' did exactly what he told 'em..."

"There's still the appeal!" I said. "We can't give up yet!"

"S'no good Y/N," Hagrid moped. "That Commitee's in Lucius Malfoy's pocket. I'm just gonna make sure that the rest o' Beakys time is the happiest he's ever had. I owe him that."

He then cried into his handkerchief and went into his cabin.

"Look at him blubber." Malfoy appeared with Crabbe and Goyle. "Have you ever seen anything quite as pathetic, and he's supposed to be our teacher!"

"Shut up, bleach boy." I said walking in front of him.

Malfoy looked scared as I approached him, but before I could do anything....

Hermione lunged at Malfoy, slapping him across the face. She must have hit him hard, because Malfoy was squealing in pain.

"Don't you dare call Hagrid pathetic, you foul bastard!" She said while hitting Malfoy once more.

Hermione continued to hit Malfoy until he got up and ran away with his henchmen trailing behind.

"Y/N, Harry, you better beat him in the Quidditch Cup final." Hermione said. "You just better, because I couldn't stand it if Slytherin won!"

I forgot all about Gryffindors match against Slytherin for the Quidditch Cup with everything going on.

"We'll try our best Mione." I said while hugging her.

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"Broaden your minds." Trelawney instructed. "You must look beyond. The art of Crystal Gazing is in the clearing of the Inner Eye. Only then can you see it."

Unfortunately, Mum and Dumbledore refused to let me drop Divination. Saying that I would need it for the future.

I continued to look into the Crystal Ball looking for something to happen, but nothing did. Hermione had tried a few times but she couldn't see anything either.

"This is killing me." I said annoyingly.

"You and me both." Hermione said as she put her hand under her head.

"Let me try once more."

I put my hand on the Crystal ball once more, but what happened next, I couldn't describe.

Because the next thing I knew, I was in a crib as a blonde haired woman approached me, standing next to another blonde haired man.

"It never fails to amaze me how much he looks like his daddy." The woman said sweetly as she picked me up and cradled me in my arms.

"Then he'll go through life and marry somebody as amazing as his mother."

"Such a charmer." The woman said teasingly.

"I'm touched Em, but you love me though."

"I love you too, Steven." The woman said as she kissed the man.

Are these my parents?

"Hi Y/N!" She said in a soft voice as I grabbed her finger with my little hand and giggled.

But then the memories shifted, I was now in a graveyard behind a large tomb right next to Harry, and Cedric Diggory? We were all grabbing onto a glowing cup before we heard a voice shout,

"KILL THE SPARE!"

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Before I could see who the spell hit, the memories switched yet again.

What the hell is happening?

I was now in the Great Hall, it was dark and gloomy, and everyone was congregated inside looking rather sad. I was standing amongst the others as I turned around to see an older Hermione, she was crying and hugging herself onto my body. Harry was in front of the room facing something, it looked like he was crying as well.

I didn't see anything that happened after that, because the next thing I knew, the memories shifted again.

I was suddenly now in a church, facing a much older Hermione in a white dress.

She looked like she was in her mid 20s and was beautiful as ever.

Hermione was smiling with tears in her eyes as we held each other's hands.

I'm getting married to Hermione?

"I do!" She said happily.

We turned our heads to see a priest next to us smiling.

"Bride and Groom, through their words today, have joined together in holy wedlock." He said.

"Because they have exchanged their vows before God and these witnesses, have pledged their commitment each to the other, and have declared the same by joining hands and by exchanging rings, I now pronounce that they are husband and wife."

"Those whom God hath joined together, let no one put asunder."

"You may now kiss the bride!"

Hermione then cupped my cheeks and brought me in for a passionate kiss, one I returned immediately.

Memory or not, that was amazing.

"Y/N"

I heard a voice call out to me, but I couldn't find the source of it.

"Y/N..."

The voice kept getting louder and louder, but I still didn't know where it was coming from.

"Y/N!!"

I shot up from the table, sweating profusely, and facing a concerned Hermione. But normal teenage Hermione, not 20 year old Hermione.

"Are you okay?" She asked worryingly.

"I-I'm not sure." I stuttered.

I didn't know if I was okay after what I just saw after that weird dream thing I had, Dumbledore did tell me that Rowena Ravenclaw was very fluent in Divination so that must have something to do with what just happened.

But I still had lots of questions, who was this "spare" in the graveyard? Why was everyone in the Great Hall distraught?

And will me and Hermione get married in the future? Will it happen like that? Or will it be different?

Seeing that was quite amazing however, and something I wanted to happen.

I need to talk to Dumbledore about this.

"Now what have we here?" Trelawney came over to our group of four, mainly speaking to Harry.

"Do you mind me trying?" Hermione asked. "The Grim, possibly?"

Trelawney looked at her and took her hand. "My dear, from the first moment you stepped foot in my class...I sensed that you did not possess the proper spirit...for the noble art of Divination."

Hermione did not look happy. But she kept a straight face as Trelawney kept talking.

"You see, you may be young in years, but the heart that beats beneath your bosom is as shriveled as an old maids, your soul is as dry as the pages of this book... to which you desperately cleave."

"What the hell is your problem!" I stood up angrily. "You can't disrespect her like that!"

"Fine....fine!" Hermione said looking seriously offended. "I give up, I'm leaving!"

She crammed her books into her bag and went to leave, but not before knocking the crystal ball off of the table.

A/N: Mic drop

She stomped over to the trapdoor, kicked it open, and disappeared down the ladder.

I gave Trelawney a heated glare before packing up my own books, and following Hermione out the trapdoor.

I grabbed my books and went down the trapdoor. Following Hermione down the stairs.

"You are brilliant Mione." I said as I caught up to her.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"You should have seen the look on Trelawney's face when you walked out of class." I said as she laughed.

"I can't believe you came after me." She smiled.

"There's no way in hell I'm sitting in that class for the rest of the day after what she said." I replied. "Unfortunately, Mum won't let me drop the class."

She smiled and took my hand, leading us both to the Common Room.

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A few days later, it was time for the Quidditch Cup final. We were playing Slytherin and if we win today, Gryffindor will win the cup for the first time in eight years.

Because of this, Wood felt the need to keep reminding us over and over again.

"All we need for you is to catch the Snitch, Harry! Well do our jobs, but we are really counting on you for this one!" He said to Harry.

"I know Wood!" Harry groaned. "You've told me at least five times.

We made our way into the Great Hall that morning to be greeted with applause from three of the house tables.

A/N: You probably know which ones

The Slytherin table, hissed and booed as we passed them, minus Mia, Tom, and a few others even though they were on the team.

Wood spent the entirety of breakfast urging us to eat, even though he didn't eat anything himself.

Once I had finished the last of my eggs, the team was ushered out of the Great Hall.

"Good luck Y/N!" Luke Phoenix cheered as he kissed Katie, who was his girlfriend. "Kick Slytherins ass!"

I simply smirked as I took Hermione's hand and walked to the pitch.

"Good luck today." Hermione said as we parted ways in the changing rooms. "I know you'll do great."

"Thanks Mione." I smiled. "I'll look for you in the stands."

Nobody spoke as we changed into our Gryffindor Quidditch robes, and grabbing our brooms from our lockers.

"Let's go." Wood said as he led us out of the small tent and into the stadium.

As we made our way onto the grass, a large wave of cheers hit us. There was a good amount of people were wearing scarlett and gold, red flags were flown in the air with the Gryffindor lion sewn onto them. The atmosphere was intense, and for good reason.

"And here come the Gryffindors!" Lee Jordan's voice boomed. "Potter, Bell, Johnson, L/N, Weasley, Weasley, and Wood! Widely acknowledged as the best team Hogwarts has seen in years!"

Everyone but the Slytherin stands broke out into large cheers, in the distance, I could see Hermione next to Selena and Ginny cheering loudly.

"And here come the Slytherin team, Flint, Rosewood, Montague, Warrington, Bole, Malfoy and Blackwood!"

The Slytherin team soared onto the pitch in their silver and green robes, the only players I recognized were Tom, Mia, Marcus Flint, and Malfoy.

"Mount your brooms." Madam Hooch said as Wood and Mia went to their respective hoops.

On her whistle, our brooms rose up into the air and the game for the cup began.

Hermione's POV

"And it's Gryffindor in possession!" Lee's voice shouted as he did the commentary. "Katie Bell of Gryffindor with the Quaffle, heading straight for the Slytherin goalposts, looking good Katie! Ahh, no...Quaffle intercepted by Warrington, Warrington of Slytherin tearing up the pitch...WHAM...nice bludger work there by George Weasley, or is it Fred Weasley?....Ahh who cares, it's one of the two....Warrington drops the Quaffle, it's caught by Angelina Johnson! Gryffindor back in possession, come on Angelina...nice swerve around Montague...duck Angelina, that's a bludger!...Johnson passes to L/N behind the back! Let's go Y/N......HE SCORES! TEN ZERO GRYFFINDOR!"

"Let's go Y/N!" I shouted cheering happily.

3rd Person POV

Y/N pumped his fist in the air with Angelina as they did a lap around the stadium.

But then,

"OUCH!" Lee yelled.

Angelina had been thrown off her broom because Flint smashed his broom into hers.

"Sorry!" Flint yelled as the crowd booed. "Sorry didn't see her."

In revenge, Fred Weasley chucked his beaters bat at the back of Flints head, smashing his head into his brooms handle and causing his nose to burst with a drizzle of blood.

"Sorry." Fred yelled with a smirk. "Sorry, didn't see him."

"That will do!" Madam Hooch yelled. "Penalty to Gryffindor for an unprovoked attack on their Chaser! Penalty to Slytherin for deliberate damage to their chaser!"

Flint tried to argue with Hooch who paid no mind. She blew her whistle, signaling the match had resumed. Katie flew forward to take the penalty for Gryffindor.

"Come on Katie!" Lee said with the crowd in complete silence. "YES SHES BEATEN BLACKWOOD! TWENTY-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!"

Mia simply sneered at Katie as she went back to the hoops.

Flint flew towards the Gryffindor goalposts to take the penalty, he chucked the Quaffle through the air as Wood zipped through, catching it easily. Flint glared at Wood and flew away.

"Gryffindor in possession, no Slytherin in possession...no! Gryffindor back in possession and it's Y/N L/N. Y/N with the Quaffle, he's streaking up the pitch...WHAT THE HELL? THAT WAS DELIBERATE!"

Montague, a Slytherin Chaser, had pushed himself in front of Y/N and grabbed his head instead of the Quaffle. He managed to stay on his broom, but lost the Quaffle in the process.

Madam Hooch blew her whistle once again, giving Gryffindor another penalty, which they scored with Y/N.

Harry, who was staying out of the way in hopes of finding the snitch, turned his head to spot a small speck of gold down near the Gryffindor stands. He shot off in that direction and Malfoy chased behind on his heels.

Malfoy really had no chance of catching up before Harry could grab the Snitch.

WOOSH!!

a Bludger flew past Harry's head, which he only barely dodged, Malfoy took his eyes off the Snitch for a second to laugh at Harry's misfortune, only to take his eyes off the Snitch and lose track of it himself.

THWIP!!

A bludger had again, been shot towards Harry, grazing the side of his face, the two Slytherin beaters, Lucian Bole, and Tomas Rosewood, had decided that Harry was now their prey and were approaching each side of him. Harry had moved forward at a normal speed and suddenly stopped, making them crash into each other, smacking the others heads with their bats.

Harry could hear his friends throwing curse word after curse word, especially from Kieran Winston, somebody who gets very riled up during Quidditch season.

The match turned into an absolute bloodbath, with the Slytherin team doing anything necessary to win. That included using brute force instead of actual techniques.

Lucian Bole, had hit Y/N with his bat, playing it off by claiming that he thought he was a bludger. Y/N in a fit of anger, elbowed him in the face. Both teams were awarded penalties.

Harry suddenly stopped his rotation and spotted the Snitch again, it was so close, only being about twenty feet above him. He took off, with Malfoy realizing what was happening a second later. Harry stretched his hand out, ready to grasp the Snitch, when the Firebolt started to slow down.

He looked back to find the reason behind this problem, Malfoy had grabbed ahold of Harry's broom from behind, and was pulling him back.

"Get off, you cheating prat!"

Harry tried to kick back, in hopes of knocking Malfoy's hand off, but when he looked back to continue his search for the snitch, it was gone.

"Penalty! Penalty to Gryffindor! I've never seen such-"

Madam Hooch stopped when she saw Malfoy pull back his fist and punch Harry across the face. Sending his broom spiraling out of control and causing his glasses to fall off his face, hitting the ground and splitting in two.

"How dare you! Attacking another player with physical combat is strictly against the rules! That will be two penalties and a warning Mr. Malfoy, if you do that again, you will not see this pitch again!"

"YOU CHEATING SCUM!!" Lee Jordan shouted. "YOU CHEATING BITCH!"

Professor McGonagall didn't even bother to stop him, shaking her fist at the Slytherin Seeker.

The Gryffindors were all doing the same, especially Selena, who was wishing she could could get a hit on Malfoy.

Even the Slytherins were stunned at what Malfoy had done, Tom having to hold back Mia from slamming her fist into his face.

Despite all of this, Malfoy smirked proudly at what he had done, only for him to stop smirking when the Quaffle was launched directly at his face.

From a very pissed off Y/N L/N.

Y/N barreled down the pitch, aiming to slam Malfoy with his broom. Draco looked on in fear as Y/N approached him quickly.

But before Y/N could hit him, Wood had called his team back to the locker room for a time out.

The game was put into a temporary halt as Harry zoomed down to retrieve his glasses. Despite the match being stopped, Cassius Warrington, a Slytherin Chaser, grabbed Toms Beaters bat, grinning evilly. He swung his bat at a bludger, sending it straight to the pitch where Harry's glasses were.

The bludger impacted with Harry's glasses, shattering them into small little pieces.

Y/N had to be held back from killing Warrington as they reached the locker room.

Y/Ns POV

"What are we going to do?" Katie cried. "Harry can't play without his glasses.

"And we were doing so well." George groaned.

"Not surprising the Slytherin team started cheating." Fred said.

"I'm sorry guys." Harry said sadly. He was probably feeling guilty after what happened.

"It's not your fault Harry." Alicia Spinnet said, she was watching the match from the sidelines as she was now a reserve.

"Can't we just cast Reparo on his glasses?" Angelina said. "We found some pieces."

"Even if we tried that, they're too small to repair anyway. The lenses are completely shattered and the frames are gone." Wood said sadly.

There was a moment of silence before Wood spoke again.

"We're going to have to forfeit." He said.

"We can't do that!" Katie cried.

"You can't be serious!" Fred exclaimed.

"There's no other option!" Wood said. "Harry can't see without his glasses, and we have no reserve."

We all looked down sadly as Wood grabbed his broom to fly up to Madam Hooch.

"We're not fucking forfeiting." I spoke for the first time as the team turned to me.

"What are you saying Y/N?" George asked.

"Put me in at Seeker." I replied. "Alicia can come in for me at Chaser."

Everyone looked at each other intrigued until Wood spoke up.

"Are you sure Y/N?" He said. "You don't have much experience as a Seeker."

"I'm not letting that blonde bastard get what he wants by cheating" I said. "It's better than nothing anyways."

"What do you say, Harry?" Wood turned to him.

"I say full steam ahead!" Harry smiled.

"Then it's settled!" Wood announced. "Alicia, you're in for Y/N, I want everyone to focus on scoring as many goals as possible, that way, if Malfoy catches the Snitch, there'll be a chance we'll still win."

"You can do that." I said. "But I'm winning this thing."

"I love the enthusiasm L/N." Wood patted me on the back.

Before we could go out to the locker room, Harry stopped me.

"What is it!" I asked him.

"Kick Malfoy's ass for me." He said while handing me his Firebolt.

"You mean it?" I asked as he nodded.

"Wouldn't want anyone else to use it."

I simply smirked and nodded as I grasped the Firebolt in hand. Following the others onto the pitch.

"And the match continues!" Lee shouted, still very upset over the Slytherins cheating.

"Due to rather irritating complications, caused by a certain blonde bit-"

"Jordan!" Mum warned.

"Right, sorry. Because of the unprovoked anger of the scrawny little b*tch Slytherin seeker."

"JORDAN!" Mum shouted.

"I said what I said Professor." Lee replied. "Unfortunately, Potter is unable to continue."

There was a bug cheer from the Slytherin stands.

"What!" Lee announced. "Gryffindor reserve Chaser Alicia Spinnet is in the game in place of Y/N L/N! Which means that L/N has agreed to go in Potters place!"

Everyone besides the Slytherin stands made loud resounding cheers.

And at the corner of my eye, i saw Mia and Tom giving me smiles.

And then I saw Draco Malfoy, looking more scared then I've ever seen him before. Even more when I beat him up second year.

I simply smirked and mounted the Firebolt.

Game on, bleach boy.