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I am currently at the Gryffindor common room was very noisy that evening.

Well, I was in the Slytherin common room, but they were so annoying. They kept talking about how they're going to beat the Gryffindor and thinking of playing dirty.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I sat together next to a window. Hermione was checking Harry and Ron's Charms homework for them, and I am here to help too since I'm the top in every class, followed by Hermione and Draco then Knight.

She would never let them copy, and I would do the same thing too. I won't let anyone copy, but I would instead help them.

Harry told me that he wanted to check the Quidditch Through the Ages back, to take his mind off his nerves about tomorrow.

Both of us got up, and he told Ron and Hermione we were going to ask my uncle if he could have it.

"Better you than me," they said together, we made our way down to the staffroom and knocked. There was no answer. He knocked again. Nothing.

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Perhaps Snape had left the book in there? It was worth a try. He pushed the door ajar and peered inside - and a horrible scene met his eyes.

Snape and Filch were inside, alone. Snape was holding his robes above his knees. One of his legs was bloody and mangled. Filch was handing Snape bandages.

"Blasted thing," Snape was saying.

"How are you supposed to keep your eyes on all three heads at once?"

Harry tried to shut the door quietly, but --

"POTTER!"

Snape's face was twisted with fury as he dropped his robes quickly to hide his leg. Harry gulped. But then Snape saw you with widen eyes.

"I just wondered if I could have my book back. "

"GET OUT! OUT!"

You both left before Snape could take any more points from Gryffindor. You two sprinted back upstairs.

"Did you get it?" Ron asked as Harry, and you joined them. "What's the matter?"

In a low whisper, Harry told them what you two seen.

"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's eyes were wide.

"No, he wouldn't," You said.

"I know he's not very nice, but he is to me! He's one of the people who raised me, and he wouldn't try and steal something grandpa was keeping safe."

"Honestly, Y/N, you think all teachers are saints or something," snapped Ron.

"Yes! But... Not everyone... But still!" You bit my lip.

"I'm with Harry. I wouldn't put anything past Snape. But what's he after? What's that dog guarding?" Ron crossed his arms.

Hermione placed her hand on your shoulder, with concern eyes.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" You looked at her and smiled.

"I guess, but Harry, Ron. My uncle is not a bad guy." You felt your eyes getting teary.

"Y/N-"

"I'm going now, see you tomorrow at the game, Potter." You left the Gryffindor common room, but you bumped into someone.

"My apologies, I wasn't looking." You wipe your tears and looked up.

"Y/N?" Fred and George said.

"What happened?-"

"Who made you cry?-"

"Freddie, should we beat the person who made our kitten cry-"

"Of course, we should-"

"I'm fine, don't worry." You forced a smile.

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The next morning dawned very sunny and cold. The Great Hall was full of the pleasing smell of fried sausages and the energetic chatter of everyone looking forward to a good Quidditch match.

While me, still thinking of what happened last night, and what Harry and Ron said.

There is no way; my uncle does such a thing. He would never do that.

"Y/N? Are you alright? Did something happened?" My friends looked at me with worry expression on their faces.

"I'm fine, and I just couldn't sleep last night," I whispered as I play with my food.

"Yeah, I noticed that last night. You kept moving and sighing a lot, seems like you got too many thoughts in your head." Kayden said as she closed her book.

"I guess..." I sighed and finished my food and started reading one of the books that I had since I was born.

"You've got to eat some breakfast." I turned around and saw the others trying to make Harry eat.

"So no one is going to ask how Knight knows about Y/N keeps moving and sighing a lot last night? And why no one is questioning why they are still in the same room?"

"Shut up, Zabini." The four glared at him.

I am still mad at them, but I can't stay furious at them. Seeing my friend not eating due to nervousness and stress because of the game.

I stood up from my seat, "oy, where are you going?" Marcus looked at me.

"I'll be back," I said and walked towards the Gryffindor table.

Hermione saw me and immediately smiled and waved at me; the others perked up and saw me.

"Y/N! Hello!" Dean greeted me.

"Hi, Dean." I smiled.

"So what's happening here." I looked at Harry, who is playing with his food, Ron keeping his head down.

"Harry doesn't want to eat." Seamus sighed,

"I guess he wants to be feed," I said and sat next to Harry, his head instantly looked at me with wide eyes.

I took his plate and grabbed the spoon. I placed some food on it

"Open your mouth, Harry." I smiled; he opened his mouth and fed him.

"Thanks, Y/N."

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By eleven o'clock, the entire school seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Numerous students had binoculars. The seats might be lifted high in the air, but it was still impossible to see what was going on sometimes.

Ron and Hermione joined Neville, Seamus, and Dean, the West Ham fan up in the top row.

Dean told me that West Ham was a team, they play this sport called 'football.' They use their feet to kick the ball around.

As a surprise for Harry, they had painted a large banner on one of the sheets Scabbers had ruined. It said Potter for President, and Dean, who was good at drawing, had done a large Gryffindor lion underneath. Then Hermione had performed a tricky little charm so that the paint flashed different colors.

While my friends made a banner for me too, my name on it and a serpent under my name, the funny thing is the flag says, "THE SLYTHERIN PRINCESS ROCKS!"

It was the four ideas; people gave them a nickname 'The Four Musketeers' but its more like 'The Princess and her four Musketeers.',

While I'm in the locker room, changing my clothes for my Slytherin Quidditch uniform. Into green robes.

Marcus clapped his hand for silence.

"Okay, men," he said.

"And women," I cleared my throat.

"And women," Marcus ruffled my hair.

He told us what we would be doing at the game and stuff.

After five minutes we got out from the locker room, I felt my legs are giving up on me as we walked onto the field to loud cheers.

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Madam Hooch was refereeing. She stood in the middle of the field, waiting for the two teams, her broom in her hand.

"Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you," she said, once they were all gathered around her. Harry noticed that she seemed to be speaking mainly to the Slytherin Captain, Marcus Flint, a sixth year.

Harry thought Flint looked as if he had some troll blood in him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the fluttering banner high above, flashing Potter for President over the crowd. His heart skipped. He felt braver.

You looked over the crowd; you saw your friends cheering very loudly.

"KICK THEIR ARSES UP Y/N! SHOW THEM WHO RULES!" Your dark brown hair, green eye friend Kayden, shouted on top of her lungs.

"Language!" Easton smacks the back of her head.

You chuckled at the sight of them; you put your focus back on the game. You felt more proud and brave because your friends are there for you, supporting you no matter what.

"Mount your brooms, please. "

You and Harry clambered onto their Nimbus Two Thousand.

Madam Hooch gave a loud blast on her silver whistle. Fifteen brooms rose, high, high into the air. They were off.

You looked for the Snitch; you couldn't find it. As the game goes on, the snitch was still not spotted.

You flew up high, looking for us, and watching everyone.

"A neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve -- back to Johnson and -- no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes -- Flint flying like an eagle up there -- he's going to sc -- no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle -- that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and -- OUCH -- that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger -- Quaffle taken by the Slytherins -- that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, but a second Bludger blocks him -- sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which -- nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes -- she's really flying -- dodges a speeding Bludger -- the goal posts are ahead -- come on, now, Angelina -- Keeper Bletchley dives -- misses -- GRYFFINDORS SCORE!"

Gryffindor cheers filled the cold air, with howls and moans from the Slytherins.

After that, your blood started boiling due to the ambition of wanting to win.

"Y/N! SHOW THEM WHAT IT IS BEING A SLYTHERIN!!!!" You heard your friends scream, trying to keep you calm and win it.

"Budge up there, move along. "

"Hagrid!"

Ron and Hermione squeezed together to give Hagrid enough space to join them.

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

"Nope," said Ron. "Harry and Y/N hasn't had much to do yet. "

"Kept outta trouble, though, that's somethin'," said Hagrid, raising his binoculars and peering skyward at the speck that was Y/N, and he checks Harry along.

Way up above them, Harry was gliding over the game, squinting about for some sign of the Snitch. This was part of his and Wood's game plan.

"Keep out of the way until you catch sight of the Snitch," Wood had said. "We don't want you attacked before you have to be. "

When Angelina had scored, Harry had done a couple of loop-the-loops to let off his feelings.

Now he was back to staring around for the Snitch. Once he caught sight of a flash of gold, but it was just a reflection from one of the Weasleys' wristwatches, and once a Bludger decided to come pelting his way, more like a cannonball than anything, but Harry dodged it, and Fred Weasley came chasing after it.

"All right there, Harry?" he had time to yell as he beat the Bludger furiously toward the Slytherin captain, Marcus Flint.

"Slytherin in possession," Lee Jordan was saying, "Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the -- wait a moment -- was that the Snitch?"

A murmur ran through the crowd as Adrian Pucey dropped the Quaffle, too busy looking over his shoulder at the flash of gold that had passed his left ear.

You and Harry saw it. In a great rush of excitement, they ou dived downward after the streak of gold.

Neck and neck they hurtled toward the Snitch -- all the Chasers seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to be doing as they hung in midair to watch.

"The Snitch has been spotted!! Y/N Dumbledore and Harry Potter are chasing after the snitch! The lead is taking over by Y/N Dumbledore, what an excellent seeker that girl is, and rather attractive, too--"

"JORDAN!"

"Sorry, Professor. "

The Weasley twins' and Y/N friend, Lee Jordan, was doing the commentary for the match, closely watched by Professor McGonagall.

Harry was getting closer to you; he could see the little round ball, wings fluttering, darting up ahead -- he put on an extra spurt of speed.

You noticed him getting faster, which made you pissed off.

But then, WHAM! A roar of rage echoed from the Gryffindors below -- Marcus Flint had blocked Harry on purpose, and Harry's broom spun off course, Harry holding on for dear life.