Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original characters in Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling does. The plot and any extra characters belong to me :)
Harry found himself sitting in alert attention well into the night with tired eyes. He quickly glanced to his alarm clock by his bedside table- 2:30 AM. Harry found himself letting out a yawn, but he didn't feel like going to bed just yet. Not when he was getting at an interesting part in the book.
"He's so cruel..." He muttered under his breath as he continued reading under the section about Voldemort's murders. He had just finished reading a bit about Voldemort's childhood and found it rather normal. Who would've thought that the young boy would turn into the evilest wizard known to the wizarding world?
Voldemort, commonly known as you-know-who, struck terror to everyone's hearts with his mass killings and sometimes he would even wipe out entire wizarding villages. His attacks were random, and no one was able to predict where he and his death eaters were to attack next. All you-know-who's murders were done quickly and left with a dark mark hovering above the location of the attack. All bodies were left where they had fallen, except for one particular case. The Potters, a well respected wizarding family, were innocent enough and yet they were attacked nonetheless and wiped out completely. None were left alive, and all bodies were left at the scene except the body of the baby boy belonging to the Potters.
Harry's finger traced every word with immense concentration and he could feel his eyes bulging as he quickly read on.
Lily Potter, wife of James Potter, was said to have given birth to a baby boy for just a year before the attack.
The body of the boy was never found, yet the poor thing was probably lost under the pile of wreckage or most likely
burned with the rest of the Potter Manor.
He grimaced at the thought of a baby being burned alive...the cries it must have shrieked..yet Harry wasn't lost in
that thought, he was more dumbfounded at the last name of the family. The Potter family. He was confused and
so many possibilities were running through his exhausted mind.
James Potter and Lily Potter... Harry traced his finger over the names slowly, almost...lovingly? He shook his head and sighed. What was he thinking? Maybe it was a coincidence...there must have been many families with the last name Potter out there somewhere. Yet Harry couldn't help but have a twinge of hope and he decided to read onto the next paragraph nonetheless.
But one of the most intruging things that occured during the night of the Potter's murder was that after it, you-know-who disappeared. He did not strike again and hasn't until this day. Many, espeically the Ministry of Magic, are convinced that you-know-who has suddenly lost power and is defeated. Though many doubt it, and still believe that you-know-who is out there somewhere in hiding, plotting to strike again. But all believe, that something must've happened at the Potter Manor, resulting to you-know-who's uncalled for disappearance.
He disappeared...! The thought ran wildly in Harry's thoughts, but then again, why should he care if some mad evil wizard was lose? No one else seemed to care, in fact, he only learned of this Voldemort person in some classes. But he did notice everyone still had great fear for they never spoke of him in name.
"What's so bad about saying the name Voldemort anyways? I mean, even the textbook says that! That is plain weird," Harry mumbled as he shut the book and threw it onto the coffee table in front of him.
He walked across the room to his closet and pulled out a pair of navy blue pajamas and quickly changed into them, the Potters and Voldemort still spinning around in his head.
"Ugh," He tossed the other books off his bed and lazily threw the covers over himself. Tonight had been a long one, and he knew he had better fall asleep soon to be able to wake up for classes the next morning.
Voldemort... Harry winced and he could have swore that he felt a throbbing pain somewhere near his forehead...almost as if his scar was hurting. He shook his head and rolled over, dismissing the thought and clamping his tired eyes shut.
"Minerva, what books did you exactly put on Mr. Potter's bed?"
Professor McGonagall stood silently by the headmaster of Hogwarts as they both stared intently at the sleeping boy. She walked towards the bed and picked up the books that were lying about on the carpet next to it. She walked back towards Professor Dumbledore who was sitting on one of the many lounge chairs in Harry's room.
"Ah...I wonder which one he has read," Dumbledore waved his wand over the pile and one of the many books flew into his hand and flopped open to a certain page. "Ah, he has read about Voldemort."
"I think the boy will be having many questions for us, Albus," Professor McGonagall noted in a whisper. "He must have noticed the names in this paragraph." She pointed a finger to a paragraph talking about the Potter's death.
Dumbledore stared at the words intently, the twinkle in his eyes seemed so much more noticeable in the dim room. "It all depends on what the boy wants to believe."
Professor McGonagall glanced from the book in Dumbledore's hands, to the sleeping boy who seemed to be so peaceful. "Is it really such a good idea...to let the boy know.."
"Minerva, Minvera. He will know sooner or later, and I think it is best if we tell him first before...before any sudden..." Dumbledore suddenly looked older than he already was, his shoulders sagged a bit as his voice drifted off.
"Before...any attacks?"
Dumbledore sighed and nodded, "Yes, I know he is rising. I can feel it around us Minerva, and we must be prepared."
Professor McGonagall looked at the wise eyes of Albus Dumbledore wearily. "The-boy-who-lived will finally know of his existence..."
"Ron calm down!" A red headed girl complained as she shook her head.
"I can't Ginny! Don't you see, it's the first game of the season!" Ron said with his hands in the air. "And it's against those darn, evil, weird, insane Slytherins!!"
Hermione looked over to Ginny with a tired look. "Oh please Ron! How many matches have you played? Why are you so fidgety now!"
"No! It's just that...it's just that...it's my last year here at Hogwarts! I want to...I don't know what I want! I mean I want.."
"To leave in a bang like our wonderful brothers Fred and George?" Ginny said sarcastically.
"Exactly! I mean Ginny, you're only a sixth year so you don't know the anxiety of being a seventh year! It's just this desire to do something out of the ordinary you know?" Ron explained as he flopped down on the couch across from where Hermione was sitting with a book in her lap.
"Well, just relax or else you're not going to be able to keep those ..what do you call those things? Waffles?"
"Quaffles," Ron corrected, knowing that Hermione was never a big Quidditch fan.
"Yeah, Quaffles," Hermione said carefully. "Yeah those things! If you're so nervous you probably won't be able to do whatever you do to them!"
Ron looked at Hermione, "Goodness Hermione! You've watched all my games and you still don't get what I do! I try to stop them from getting into the goal posts!"
"Um right," She nodded swiftly while Ginny just giggled. "And Ginny, you just...fly around?"
Ginny just shook her head, a smile still on her face. "Really Hermione! You're so smart but sometimes you're so slow!" Hermione just stuck her tongue out and said, "Well?"
"Well, I'm a Chaser, but I'm not going to bother telling you what I do because you'll probably forget by tomorrow," Ginny teased while Hermione pretended to look mad.
"Fine!! Both of you Weasleys are ganging up on me, aren't you!" Hermione snapped while opening her book and pretending to be reading intently.
"Oh Hermione! Stop reading for once," Ron sighed as he snatched the book away from Hermione. "What is this stuff that you read anyways?" He glanced down and looked at Hermione. "You're on Chapter 31! Bloody hell! We're only suppose to be on Chapter 5!"
Hermione shrugged, "Well it doesn't hurt to get ahead does it?"
"Unlike you Ron, you're probably on Chapter 0," Ginny looked at her brother with a chuckle. "Anyways, when do we have to get down to the pitch?"
"After lunch," Ron started fidgeting with his fingers at the mention of the Quidditch match that very afternoon. "Ugh I wish Angelina and everyone else was still here!"
"Yeah...too bad they had to graduate! But I don't mean our present team is any worse...I just miss their enthusiasm," Ginny said while she fingered her broom, a Nimbus 2000. She had been polishing it for the last twenty minutes to be exact.
Ron seemed really nervous now as he glanced at the clock. They had a spare block right now, which meant no classes, but the clock said that it was five minutes until lunch. "Get a grip on yourself!" Hermione muttered. "You'll be fine!"
"Ok, yeah, I'll be fine! I'm going to go get the rest of the team and give them a pep talk," Ron announced as he got up and left the head girl room.
Ginny frowned, "He's turning into another Oliver Wood so it seems."
Harry seemed ridiculously excited, just like the whole school was. Lunch was just being cleared away and lots of students were already heading out towards the Quidditch Pitch.
He was an avid fan of Quidditch, and Harry couldn't help but feel a little twinge of jealousy when he watched the teams speed off and do a lap around the field. The wind blowing at their determined faces, and the crowds cheering and waving banners showing their support. Harry, obviously, supported the Gryffindors, and most of the school's population did too.
Sometimes, much to his embarrasment, he could imagine himself soaring above the stands and waving down to the people that were waving scarlet and gold banners..yet just as the image appeared it would disappear again. Harry sighed and joined the crowd of people leaking out of the mass doors.
"Good afternoon my fellow Hogwarts students and professors!!" The familiar voice of Lee Jordan's boomed out across the field. He had already graduated Hogwarts just last year, but came back ocassionally to commentate the matches.
"It's the first match of the season, and it's Gryffinder versus Slytherin! Oh look at that, there seems to be a greater number of Gryffindor supporters aren't there?! YEAH!!"
Professor McGonagall shot him a stern look which caused Lee Jordan to smile sheepishly and continue. "The stands are all packed, and here comes...Captain Weasley! Another Weasley, Finnigan, MacDonald, Smith, Creevey, and Thomas!" The scarlet robed team came shooting out and were already lapping the field with wide grins.
"And then comes Captain Malfoy, Bulstrode, Baddock, Zabini, Pritchard, Yu, and Bole!" The Slytherin team dressed in green shot out and did their lap with glints in their eyes and a couple of them had very foul looking smirks on their faces.
"Madam Hooch is approaching the field! And...she releases the Quaffle and the game BEGINS!!" Lee Jordan announced as the field was immediately live with action.
"Weasley in possession of the Quaffle! Oh no! Those dirty Slytherins, look what...WHAT! HEY! Oh good, Creevey has regained the Quaffle and is now heading towards the goal posts! AND THERE WE GO! A wonderful goal tossed in by Colin Creevey bringing the score up to 10-0 Gryffindor!"
"WATCH IT FINNIGAN! DAMN! THAT BLOODY GOOD FOR NOTHING BULSTRODE!"
"JORDAN!"
"Sorry professor," he muttered. "I WOULD THINK THAT WAS A FOUL! But anyways, Finnigan has regained his balance on his broom, thanks for Miss. Zabini and her BLOODY BLUDGER!!"
"Now, Slytherin in possession, with Baddock speeding off towards the Gryffindor goals, he passes to Yu, Yu passes to Bole, they're getting ready to score...and YES! Wonderful save done by Gryffindor's captain, Ronald Weasley!"
Ron grinned as he shook his fist in the air in triumpth.
The game went on steadily afterwards, the Slytherins were noticeably getting agitated. They seemed to be sending bludgers purposely in Ron's direction and their seeker, Dean Thomas.
"50-30, Gryffindor! COME ON GRYFFINDOR! You know you can do better than that! OUCH, THAT WAS A FOUL TO GRYFFINDOR!"
Ginny easily made the shot into the hoop, gaining Gryffindor another ten points. Ron glanced over towards Dean who was squinting in frustration at not seeing the snitch. "You could catch that thing right about now, Dean!"
"I'm trying! It's just that..." However he didn't finish his sentence before he suddenly sped off in the direction of the Slytherin goal posts.
Ron silently cheered for he knew that Dean had caught sight of the snitch. He glanced nervously towards the Slytherin seeker and cursed under his breath that he too, had seen it.
"Come on Dean!!"
"It looks like the seekers on hot on the snitch's tail!! In fact, Malfoy is now gaining in on Thomas, and now they're side by side and fighting their way towards the snitch!!"
Ron winced as he watched Malfoy ram his body into Thomas, causing him to swerve towards his right. There was a smirk on Malfoy's face and a scowl on Dean's.
Nobody noticed it happen, but suddenly two bludgers came speeding towards their direction and it hit Dean Thomas square in the chest and head, sending him completely off course and into the wall of the stands.
"BLOODY HELL!!" Ron cursed and flew as quickly as he could towards his fallen teammate.
Madam Hooch blew her whistle with Madam Pomfrey following right behind her with a nasty scowl on her face. "You kids just can't play safe can you?!"
"Is he ok?!" Ginny landed swiftly on the ground and quickly joined her brother's side.
"Doesn't look too good.." Ron muttered as he glared towards the Slytherin beaters who were pretending to look shocked. "They're good for nothing prats I tell you."
"We all know that Ron," Ginny replied sadly.
A stretcher was conjured and Madam Promfrey was bringing the fallen seeker towards the Hospital Wing. "That didn't look good...not good at all." Seamus came up to them with a grim look across his face.
"...I reckon we might need another seeker." Colin mumbled.
Ron sighed and lifted his eyes away from the spot where Dean had landed in a heap. "I guess, if he doesn't recover in time for a rematch. And those bloody Slytherins! They're not going to get out of this easily, look what they did!"
"I bet Snape will come to their rescue or something," Natalie MacDonald rolled her eyes.
Ron just shook his head, "I'm pretty sure Dumbledore will do something about this. But now I'm just worrying about our seeker."
"Poor Dean.." Everyone mumbled as they watched the crowd of students slowly heading back towards the castle with everyone chatting nervously about the "incident".
"We're just going to have to find another darn good seeker, fast."
AN: And let's wonder who that seeker will be.......hehehehe.