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"Here it is," said Hermione excitedly as she found the page headed The Polyjuice Potion. It was decorated with drawings of people halfway through transforming into other people. Harry sincerely hoped the artist had imagined the looks of intense pain on their faces.

"This is the most complicated potion I've ever seen, the only one I know who can make this potion perfectly is, Y/N.," said Hermione as they scanned the recipe.

"Lacewing flies, leeches, flixweed, and knotgrass," she murmured, running her finger down the list of ingredients. "Well, they're easy enough, they're in the student store-cupboard, we can help ourselves... Oooh, look, the powdered horn of a bicorn - don't know where we're going to get that - shredded skin of a boomslang -. that'll be tricky, too and of course a bit of whoever we want to change into."

"Okay, so, Ron, you'll be Crabbe and Harry, you'll be Goyle," Hermione said as she pointed at the boys.

"Excuse me?" said Ron sharply. "What d'you mean, a bit of whoever we're changing into? I'm drinking nothing with Crabbe's toenails in it, can I please just be Grey or Hamilton or maybe Parker... Oh! How about Knight-"

"No! There's no way I am letting you turn into Knight, Ronald Weasley!" Hermione hit him on the shoulder.

"Tch, just admit you, fancy Knight." Hermione continued as though she hadn't heard him.

"We don't have to worry about that yet, though, because we add those bits last..." Ron turned, speechless, to Harry, who had another worry.

"D'you realise how much we're going to have to steal, Hermione? Shredded skin of a boomslang, that's not in the student cupboard. What're we going to do, break into Snape's private stores? I don't know if this is a good idea..." Hermione shut the book with a snap.

"Well, if you two are going to chicken out, fine," she said. There were bright pink patches on her cheeks, and her eyes were more optimistic than usual. "I don't want to break the rules, you know. I think threatening Muggle-borns is far worse than brewing up a difficult potion. But if you don't want to find out if it's Malfoy, I'll go straight to Madam Pince now and hand the book back in."

"I never thought I'd see the day when you'd be persuading us to break the rules," said Ron. "All right, we'll do it. But not toenails, okay?"

"How long will it take to make, anyway?" said Harry as Hermione, looking happier, opened the book again.

"Well, since the fluxweed has got to be picked at the full moon and the lacewings have got to be stewed for twenty-one days... I'd say it'd be ready in about a month if we can get all the ingredients."

"A month?" said Ron. "Malfoy could have attacked half the Muggle-borns in the school by then!" But Hermione's eyes narrowed dangerously again, and he added swiftly, "But it's the best plan we've got, so full steam ahead, I say."

However, while Hermione was checking that the coast was clear for them to leave the bathroom, Ron muttered to Harry, "It'll be a lot less hassle if you can just knock Malfoy off his broom tomorrow."

But then something came into Harry's head "but Hermione, who are you going to change into?" he asked.

"Not sure yet, but I think I'll go with Millicent Bulstrode."

"She is not close to Malfoy."

"Ugh, but I do not want to change into Pansy Parkinson."

"And why is that?" Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Y/N and Knight hate her."

"But you'll get more info with Malfoy."

"But I do not want to cling on Malfoy, that's just irritating."

"Just do your best on acting."

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"Are you sure you want to watch the match, Y/N?" Kayden Knight asked as she walks beside Y/N.

Y/N sighed "I honestly don't know, but I do want to see them lose without me on their team." she faced Kayden who is just a few inches away from her face.

"You got dirt on your cheek."

"Huh?"

Y/N wipe her both cheeks with a cloth. "I'll do it since you're not doing it right." Kayden took the material and grabbed Y/N's chin and wipe the dirt off from her face.

"You don't even know how to clean yourself... What's going to happen to you once I'm gone..." Kayden said as she whispered the last sentence.

Penelope Clearwater started walking towards them on the Slytherin table; the other Slytherin students were looking at her.

Both Y/N and her friends looked at each other, then turns to Penelope.

"Listen to me, Dumbledore, I do not know what you did to Percy, but I do not like you."

"Do I give a fuck?" Y/N turns to Kayden.

"No, not one," Kayden smirked and shook her head.

"How many fucks do I get?"

"Zero." Kayden, Henry, Ben and Easton spoke at the same time.

"Exactly so, therefore, your opinion for not liking me is—"

"—Irrelevant." The five Slytherin said all unison.

The Slytherins on the table snickered, Penelope's face turns red from anger and embarrassment. She stomps away from the Slytherin to her house.

"That was funny." Theodore walked behind Y/N and patted her head and sat down not so far from her.

"What happened between you two? We lost points because of her."

Y/N took her goblet and drank the pumpkin juice. "just a blabbermouth who decided to go between Percy and me when we were talking."

"She's going to hate you so hard; I heard she fancy Weasley, but they are still not together due to a mix of feelings for another girl." Terence Higgs spoke.

"The rumour girl is... You." Miles Bletchley joined in and pointed at Y/N.

"I don't give a f–"

"Y/N." The Slytherin students jumped due to a deep voice, they turned around, and it was Severus Snape.

"The Quidditch match will start soon, all of you out now."

"Yes, professor." All of them stood up and went outside. As eleven o'clock approached, the whole school started to make its way down to the Quidditch stadium. It was a muggy sort of day with a hint of thunder in the air.

"Who do you think will win?" Terence asked.

"Not sure, our house might win since we got a better broom, but the Gryffindor have Harry."

As the Quidditch players walked out onto the pitch, a roar of noise greeted them; mainly cheers, because Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were anxious to see Slytherin beaten, but the Slytherins in the crowd made their boos and hisses heard, too. Madam Hooch, the Quidditch teacher, asked Flint and Wood to shake hands, which they did, giving each other threatening stares and gripping rather harder than was necessary.

"Are you not going to cheer?" Blaise Zabini asked.

"No, thank you."

After auntie Hooch talked to them with a roar from the crowd to speed them upward, the fourteen players rose toward the leaden sky. Harry flew higher than any of them, squinting around for the Snitch.

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"All right there, Scarhead?" yelled Malfoy, shooting underneath him as though to show off the speed of his broom.

Harry had no time to reply. At that very moment, a massive black Bludger came pelting toward him; he avoided it so narrowly that he felt it ruffle his hair as it passed.

"Close one, Harry!" said George, streaking past him with his club in his hand, ready to knock the Bludger back toward a Slytherin. Harry saw George give the Bludger a mighty whack in the direction of Adrian Pucey, but the Bludger changed direction in midair and shot straight for Harry again.

Harry dropped quickly to avoid it, and George managed to hit it hard toward Malfoy. Once again, the Bludger swerved like a boomerang and shot at Harry's head.

Harry put on a burst of speed and zoomed toward the other end of the pitch. He could hear the Bludger whistling along behind him. What was going on? Bludgers never concentrated on one player like this; it was their job to try and unseat as many people as possible...

Fred Weasley was waiting for the Bludger at the other end. Harry ducked as Fred swung at the Bludger with all his might; the Bludger was knocked off course.

"Gotcha!" Fred yelled happily, but he was wrong; as though it was magnetically attracted to Harry, the Bludger pelted after him once more, and Harry was forced to fly off at full speed.

It had started to rain; Harry felt massive drops fall onto his face, splattering onto his glasses. He didn't have a clue what was going on in the rest of the game until he heard Lee Jordan, who was commentating, say, "Slytherin lead, sixty points to zero.

The Slytherins'superior brooms were doing their jobs, and meanwhile, the mad Bludger was doing all it could to knock Harry out of the air. Fred and George were now flying so close to him on either side that Harry could see nothing at all except their flailing arms and had no chance to look for the Snitch, let alone catch it.

"Someone's - tampered - with - this - Bludger -" Fred grunted, swinging his bat with all his might at it as it launched a new attack on Harry.

"We need a time out," said George, trying to signal to Wood and stop the Bludger breaking Harry's nose at the same time.

Wood had got the message. Madam Hooch's whistle rang out, and Harry, Fred, and George dived for the ground, still trying to avoid the mad Bludger.

"What's going on?" said Wood as the Gryffindor team huddled together, while Slytherins in the crowd jeered. "We're being flattened. Fred, George, where were you when that Bludger stopped Angelina scoring?"

"We were twenty feet above her, stopping the other Bludger from murdering Harry, Oliver," said George angrily. "Someone's fixed it - it won't leave Harry alone. It hasn't gone for anyone else all game. The Slytherins must have done something to it."

"But the Bludgers have been locked in Madam Hooch's office since our last practice, and there was nothing wrong with them then..." said Wood, anxiously. Madam Hooch was walking toward them. Over her shoulder, Harry could see the Slytherin team jeering and pointing in his direction.

"Listen," said Harry as she came nearer and nearer, "with you two flying around me all the time the only way I'm going to catch the Snitch is if it flies up to my sleeve. Go back to the rest of the team and let me deal with the rogue one."

"Don't be thick," said Fred. "It'll take your head off; we promised Y/N that none of us would get hurt."

Wood was looking from Harry to the Weasleys.

"Oliver, this is insane," said Alicia Spinner angrily. "You can't let Harry deal with that thing on his own. Let's ask for an inquiry..."

"If we stop now, we'll have to forfeit the match!" said Harry. "And we're not losing to Slytherin just because of a crazy Bludger! Come on, Oliver, tell them to leave me alone!"

"This is all your fault," George snarled to Wood. "'Get the Snitch or die trying,' what a stupid thing to tell him--"

Madam Hooch had joined them.

"Ready to resume play?" she asked Wood.

Wood looked at the determined look on Harry's face.

"All right," he said. "Fred, George, you heard Harry - leave him alone and let him deal with the Bludger on his own."

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"Is it just me or the bludger is chasing Harry all the time?" I asked as I fixed my eyes on every player.

"No, seems like someone hex it but the bludger and the other equipment were on Madam Hooch office but what's going on."

"Training for the ballet, Potter?" Yelled Draco not so far away from us as Harry was forced to do a stupid kind of twirl in midair to dodge the Bludger, and he fled, the Bludger trailing a few feet behind him; and then, glaring back at Draco in hatred, I saw it - the Golden Snitch and seems like Harry noticed it too. It was hovering inches above Draco's left ear - and Draco, busy laughing at Harry, hadn't seen it.

Draco gulp swings clear and watches Harry

rocket past. As Harry chases the plummeting Snitch, Malfoy follows in hot pursuit. They race downward, trailing the hissing snitch deep into the trance circling the pitch, my to my surprise I can see them when I tried to adjust my sight. Shoulder to shoulder, they run madly, driving and dodging the wooden support beams that crisscross their path.

Directly behind them, the Bludger follows, shattering the beams as it dogs Harry. I saw Draco kick Harry, forcing him to the edge of the

trench. Harry brushes the wall, battling for control.

Draco turns, snickers then look back... and finds

himself heading smack into a wooden beam. Panicked, he tries to pull up. Too late. Broom meets the shaft, and Draco spirals out of the trench and -- THWUMP! -- flat on his back in the middle of the pitch.

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"Pfftt." Henry covered his mouth from preventing his laugh.

Harry continues, closing on the Snitch, fingertips only inches from catching it "Come on, Harry." Y/N bit her lip... when... the rogue bludger smashes into Harry's arm. Harry cries out, steadies himself and with a brilliant, acrobatic move, snatches the snitch out of the air with his good hand. Unable to control his broom with his shattered arm, he hits the pitch with a sickening thud. Wincing, Harry rolls onto his shoulders.

Harry continues on, closing on the Snitch, fingertips only inches from catching it... when... the rogue bludger smashes into Harry's arm. Harry cries out, steadies himself and with a brilliant, acrobatic move, snatches the snitch out of the air with his good hand. Unable to control his broom with his shattered arm, he hits the pitch with a SICKENING sickening thud. Wincing, Harry rolls onto his shoulders.

"Salazar..." Y/N mumbled as she run out from the others to the pitch.

She took her wand out "Finite Incantatem!" The Bludger hangs briefly in the air. Slowly ceases spinning. Drops heavily to the pitch. Harry exhales, relieved, only to recall the searing pain in his arm. As concerned faces swim above him, one particular face pushes through the others:

"Not to worry, Harry. I'll fix that arm of yours straight away." Gilderoy Lockhart spoke.

"No, not you." Harry groan.

The other students gather in around us, "is he alright?" asked Hermione.

"His arms are broken." Benjamin spoke.

"I'll go take aunt Poppy." Y/N spoke as she about to run back to the castle but then she turned around and pointed at Lockhart.

"You better not touch him, and if you do... I'll end your life right in front of everyone here." Her eyes flash red in a short moment, then run back to the castle.

"You four better hold down Y/N and calm her, it is forbidden to attack a professor." Hermione spoke to the four musketeers.

Kayden looked at Hermione and chuckled "looks who's talking." she tilts her head to the side a bit while smirking.

She moved closer to Hermione's "You placed professor Snape robes on fire, back in the first year." she whispered, Hermione face was all red and even her ears.

She moved back to her original position where she was standing with the other boys, she placed her hands on her pockets. "Well, I'm with her. I am not going to hold her down from that."