The next morning, the whole school was excited for the upcoming Quidditch match, and the rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor ran high.

Harry had take some sausages and a scrambled egg for breakfast, but he was just poking it with his fork.

Stephen looked at him and said :" Harry, you do realise you have to eat something. Otherwise you won't be able to play as good as normal."

Harry sighed. "It's just that I don't want to disappoint the team..."

Stephen looked Harry in the eyes and said:" Harry, you will handle it, and no one can blame you for stressing for your first Quidditch match. Now come on, eat something."

Harry reluctantly shoved some scrambled egg in his mouth and began to eat.

Ron nudged Stephen and whispered:" Good job mate, I wouldn't have been able to get him to eat."

Stephen smiled at him in response.

The cheering in the stands was very load, and there were red-gold and silver-green flags everywhere.

The Quidditch captains greeted each other, but it wasn't a friendly handshake.

Stephen stood at the foot of one of the Quidditch stands, and looked with interest at the beginning of the match.

After half an hour, there was still no sight of the Snitch, and Stephen could clearly see that Harry was becoming bored from just hanging there.

And then, just as Stephen was getting distracted, Harry and the Slytherin Seeker began a spectacular dive. Stephen saw the golden Snitch as well know.

But a Slytherin beater stopped Harry brutally, causing him to lose his balance and almost fall of his broom.

Madame Hooch whistled and called a Foul, while Stephen cursed vehemently.

The match continued this way for a while, and Stephen's attention began slipping.

He was just looking at the Lake, when he heard horrified screams from the stands. His attention snapped back yo the game, and he saw that Harry's broom was acting weird.

It almost seemed if it was trying to throw Harry off!

Stephen contemplated running onto the field and do something, but he realised he couldn't.

After a struggle from Harry to regain control of his broom, which he succeeded at, he dove down in a spectacular dive, hanging as close to his broom as he could.

He landed clumsily and began coughing. Stephen immediately noticed, with his sharp medical eyes that something was wrong.

Breaking the rules, he ran onto the field towards Harry, and he recognised what was wrong.

Harry seemed to be suffocating in something.

Stephen sprinted the last few meters, and immediately looked into Harry's mouth to inspect the problem.

"By the Eye og Agamotto, Harry how did you manage to do that!" Stephen whispered to himself.

Deeply inside Harry's throat, the golden Snitch sat stuck.

Stephen automatically clasped his arms around Harry and he began the Heimlich grip.

After a tiring minute, which seemed like an eternity, and in which the teachers noticed something was wrong and started heading down, the Snitch flew out of Harry's mouth, and the boy coughed hardly.

Stephen let himself fall back onto the grass, and he sighed releaved.

Madam Poppy ran towards them, and after checking if Harry was alright, she complemented Stephen on his quick thinking and acting.

Five minutes later, all of Gryffindor was cheering around Harry, because he had catched the Snitch, while Stephen slipped away and went to bed, tired from the day.

The next day, during the pause, the four kids were talking to Hagrid.

Hermione and Ron explained why they thought that Snape was guilty of the broom.

And then Harry said:"I knew something was off about him. I knew it since he tried to sneak past that threeheaded dog!"

Hagrid almost dropped his teacup in shock and exclaimed:" You know about Fluffy?"

Stephen, who had been lost in thoughts lifted his head and looked at Hagrid in surprise:" Fluffy? A huge monstrous threeheaded dog is named Fluffy?"

The half-giant frowned at that and said:" Fluffy isn't monstrous! And yes, he's actually mine, bought him from some Greek merchants four years ago. He supposed to guard...Oh I'm talking too much again."

Harry immediately inquired what Hagrid was talking about, but the half-giant refused to say another word.

" Snape would never kill a student, and the dog is professor Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel's business."

Stephen smirked slightly and said:" So there's a Nicholas Flamel involved!"

Hagrid almost cursed, and the four kids left for their next class, excited about the new information they had acquired.

A \N: Well guys, I have to admit, I never expected this much reaction for this noob story that I'm writing. I just have this one problem. Well 2 to be honest.I think Strange is great, but am I making him too strong? Does he have to save Harry and co too often?And I was thinking of learning Stephen Patronus and Animagi. Should I choose some awesome mythologic animal or do you have any suggestions?Live long and prosper,Turannoktonos