I glance around nervously at the people sitting near me. All my usual friends are surrounding me, but I feel so alone as I have a mental debate over my little errand. I didn't run into any trouble opening the door this morning. And by all appearances I would assume nothing special was to happen because of my opening it. But my skin keeps tingling because I can feel something bad is going to happen. Why else would Quirrell be absent from the feast? I can't even touch the marvelous food before me because I feel so guilty. Kia notices.

"Hey Tris, what's up?" She demands. I blink at her in surprise. Am I that obvious? I force myself to smile nonchalantly.

"Nothing. Not hungry." She doesn't buy it for a second. Neither does Mariah, or Fred or George. But I distract them with some chocolatey oozing thing in front of me, pointing out how most of the food looks like it could be alive. They all laugh as I glance at the professor table at the front.

Dumbledore meets my eyes and for a split second I assume the worst. That he knows that I assisted the dark lord in whatever nefarious plot he has up his sleeve. But the kind old man simply smiles and returns to speaking to Professor McGonagall. I look towards Professor Snape and meet eyes with him as well. He seems more wary but nods to me and returns to talking to the flying teacher. Why do those two always seem to know what I'm up to but never do anything about it? It's making me really anxious.

"Hey Tristan, tomorrow's the beginning of the full moon. Wanna go with me when they lock me out?" Mariah supposes, upon catching my face full of anxiety. I straighten out my mask of happiness and nod enthusiastically. I really am curious as to what it looks like when a werewolf shifts! "I mean it's not dreadfully interesting and Hagrid won't let you be outside when it happens, but I'll try an stay by the window." She explains.

"That sounds awesome." And frankly it does. But as much as I'd love to say that watching my friend turn into a werewolf is the most exciting thing I'm doing, it's just not. Mariah can tell that I'm not 100% here, so she just gives me a final smile and digs back into her food. She sure eats like a dog.

I pick at my own food, still wondering just what opening that door has done. I try and focus on something else. Harry and Neville are talking about Hermione. How after Ron made fun of her she went to the girls bathroom and has been in there crying all day. My frown only grows. I feel bad for Hermione. She's really a nice girl, she just doesn't have a way with words.

Suddenly the door to the Great Hall is thrown open and Quirrell comes running in like the skinny flailing wimp he pretends to be. I hold my breath, waiting for whatever dark plan he has to come to light. I need to know what my act has done.

"TROLL IN THE DUNGEON! T-TROOLLL IN THE DUNGEON!" He exclaims with some top class acting. But my heart jumps to my throat. I let a troll into the castle by opening a door?! "Thought you ought to know." He faints at this. Actually faints, and kids go out of their minds. Screaming and jumping up to run and nearly shoving others over completely. It's pandemonium until Dumbledore stands and commands we all be quiet.

"Everyone will please, not panic. Now, Prefects will lead their houses back to the dormitories. Teachers will follow me to the dungeons." He instructs calmly. People snap too instantly, but instead of following I linger to watch what happens. Most teachers go out a door to the left, but Snape goes to the right, looking aghast. And Quirrell is no where to be seen. I just know he's up to something. And I have to find out. I go to follow Snape but a hand closes over my wrist.

"Don't worry about him Tristan. It's Hermione who needs your help." I jump slightly and turn to see Jeron and Alyss standing ever knowing behind me. Jeron releases my wrist and gives me a nod before taking Alyss' hand and the both of them go to follow Ravenclaw. Man those two can be creepy. But, I suppose they would know best. I push Quirrell and Snape out of my head and sneak to another separate door.

"Tristan Riddle wait up!" I freeze in my tracks, afraid I've been caught by a Prefect or teacher, but it's just Kia, Cristeen, and Aila. "Are you going to the dungeons?" Kia asks excitedly.

"Uh no. I was actually going to look for Hermione." I explain, feeling great that I can tell the truth for once. "Did you guys want to go to the dungeons?" I ask when I see the disappointed look on Kia's face. She quickly looks towards Aila and Cristeen, who both shake their heads, and she frowns. "Why don't you guys go look for the troll while I go look for Hermione." I suggest before racing off to the staircases.

I hear one of them call that they should come with me, but I'm already out of sight out of mind. I nearly slip down the steps several times, but manage to get to the first floor without serious injury. I see the flourish of a cape going up some discreet case and I'm tempted to see if it's Snape or Quirrell by chance. But Alyss and Jeron seemed pretty certain I should be looking for Hermione.

OOOOO

Kia and Aila sped across the the dungeon floor while Cristeen waited by the stairway, her face as pale as a ghost. Kia frantically opened doors and stuck her head in, emerging moments later to move on to the next door.

"What are you doing?" Aila asked.

"I'm looking for trolls duh!" Kia said with a roll of her eyes.

"If there was a troll in these you would be able to hear it." Cristeen said smartly, but quietly- just in case.

"Oh. What does it sound like?" Kia asked innocently.

"How am I supposed to know?" Cristeen frowned. A loud succession of clangs sounded, making them all jump, but none of them could identify the sound.

"What that a troll?" Kia demanded, acting like a detective on a manhunt.

"How am I supposed to know?!" Cristeen yelled, very exasperated, then winced when she realized how loud she spoke.

"Okay okay jeez, I'll go check it out."

OOOOO

My heart nearly stops when a shadow passes me. A big one. I duck into a shadowed corner and wait for the ambling creature known as a troll to pass. It does, lazily and stupidly, before turning a corner. I'm about to feel relieved but then I realize it's headed right for the bathrooms. I'm not the first one here.

Harry and Ron rush into the bathroom as Hermione starts screaming and smashing starts sounding. I stop at the doorway, remaining unseen, and study the scene. By now the stalls and sinks are done for. Hermione is hiding beneath one of the only intact sink while the troll holds Harry by the ankle. There's also a wand in the troll's nose for some reason. The troll keeps trying to club Harry but misses as it is pretty stupid.

"Do something!" Harry tells Ron. The troll swings it's club at Harry, but he lifts himself up before it can hit him.

"What?" Ron demands.

"Anything! Hurry up!" Harry yells. Ron takes out his wand looking very unsure, and Hermione makes the 'swish and flick' motion for a levitating spell. Ron nods, but I'm not sure I trust him.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" He calls as he does the motion. The club doesn't follow through with the swing of the troll's hand and instead hovers over his head. I'm not sure if it's me or Ron holding up the club, but as long as it's not ingrained in Harry's face I suppose.

Ron drops his hand and I drop my focus on the club at the same time and it careens into the troll's stupid drooling face. Like a tree in the forest, the lug drops, sending dust and stone rubble up into the air. I give a sigh, then almost freak as I hear rushed footsteps coming from the hall behind me. I duck into a hiding spot just before McGonagall, Snape, and Quirrell rush into the bathroom. I choose not to listen to the conversation, instead thinking to myself.

I just helped defeat a troll! Whether or not Ron could have done it himself I guess we'll never know, but still. I think it's okay that I helped considering that I was responsible for letting it in. I mean the troll has to be the reason Voldemort had me open that door! I honestly cannot think of another reason to have me open a door besides letting in a troll. McGonagall and Snape walk out again, followed by the three extremely lucky Gryffindor's. But...Quirrell...

A hand grabs my collar and I let out a surprised yelp. Suddenly I'm face to face with Quirrell, and it's not a very happy face. Obviously whatever he needed the troll for, it didn't work.

"Well well, I should have guessed you'd be nearby." He hisses, throwing me down again. "Did you like the show Tristan?" He snaps.

"You made me let a troll into Hogwarts!" I immediately accuse. He laughs, and I like his laugh even less than Voldemort's. At least with Voldemort I can pretend he cares even a smidgen of a crap about me. Quirrell however isn't my father. He isn't even a friend of my father. He's the poor fool getting fed off of by my father. And I'm sure he likes me even less than he likes the parasite munching on his soul.

"Oh please say you're going to run and tell Dumbledore, please. This night has been a large failure and I wish to cause harm to some poor helpless whelp." He growls, before suddenly collapsing on himself in pain. I want to run away and let him have his internal struggle by himself, but his hand closes over my ankle keeping me in place. The weird body forming thing that Voldemort can do in my presence happens and I'm faced with him instead of Quirrell. He kicks the later mentioned hard in the side with a fire in his eyes. He's less happy about the events of the night than Quirrell and he has a punching bag to take it out on.

"Speak in such a manner to my daughter again and you will suffer a most painful death. I can find many another soul to attach myself to, do not flatter yourself to think yourself important." He explains angrily after another sharp kick. Then he turns to me and takes my face in his hands. "You look pale my dear." He comments in what could be mistaken as concern if he weren't Voldemort, the most evil wizard who ever lived.

"Can I just go to my dorm?" I ask with a high pitched voice full of fear. After all, he's pissed, and if Quirrell gasping for breath from his blows is any indication of the severity of his strength, I'd say I'm in danger. "I mean, I did what you asked and I let the troll in, so can I just go to sleep?" I add when he doesn't seem giving.

"No one was harmed, just as I said." Okay that was random. Is he trying to prove himself to me? Okay I get it, you technically kept your word! But a kid almost died! And all of the students were in danger because of this! Even I was in serious danger and you're trying to say that you was right and no one got hurt? Talk about 'I told you so'.

"Yeah, no one hurt." I repeat because I don't want to say any of that. "Well I mean besides Quirrell, but I'm okay with this one cuz he's kinda a cranky creep right now." I can't believe how blabber mouth I get when I'm scared out of my mind! Voldemort smirks and lets me go.

"Go on." He commands before dissipating back into Quirrell. I scram before he has a chance to come too and decide I'm a good stress reliever again. I literally run into Kia as I run through a hallway. Aila and Cristeen both run into us on accident, not noticing the sudden stop Kia had upon turning the corner.

"What are you guys doing?" I ask with a laugh, momentarily able to forget what just happened. I'd love to forget forever, but I know that won't happen.

"Looking for trolls obviously." Kia says matter-of-factly. Am I really related to her?

"Kia the troll's in the girl's bathroom. The teachers have him under control by now." She looks a little disappointed but the other two heave a relieved sigh.

"Can we go back to our dorms now?" Cristeen sounds desperate. I laugh and take Kia's arm to walk back to Gryffindor. The other two say a quick goodbye and they disappear down the stairs to their dorms.

"So what happened?" Kia demands as we go.

"They caught the troll." I say simply. She rolls her eyes.

"Details!"

"They caught the troll...with wands." She frowns, giving me a look that I can only describe as 'No shit, Sherlock'. "Okay okay." I sigh, and she grins. We walk quickly, me telling her the story as we go. By the time we get up to the tower, she's all filled in- at least as much as she can be with my vague story telling- and bouncing with excitement.

"That's so cool! I wish I coulda been there! And so McGonagall didn't see you at all?" She sounds so awestruck. I smile victoriously and she giggles. Now comes a whole new challenge. Sneaking into the common room. I whisper the password to the fat lady, who obediently lets us in. Kia goes first, peeking around at the writhing mass of chattering students.

The hot topic is Harry Potter, like usual, but this time about how he and Ron and Hermione stopped the troll and won Gryffindor five points! No one even notices us slipping in and up to our room. I change quickly, yawning. "How are you tired after that? I'd be so high on adrenaline I wouldn't sleep a weep!" Kia points out.

"I dunno. I'm just tired. Maybe it's cuz I didn't consume enough sugar to fill London at dinner." I smirk. She rolls her eyes and hugs me.

"I'm going back down. You gonna be okay up here?"

"Sure. Night Kia." She smiles and disappears out the door. I stare blankly at the door a moment before snuggling into my bed. I know I'm gonna have nightmares. But I'm way to exhausted to even pretend that I can stay awake and avoid it. With one last yawn I close my eyes and slowly slip into darkness.

OOOOO

Lucinda sits with me as I try to eat my breakfast. I'm so unsettled by what happened yesterday that I'm sure I wont be able to focus on the quidditch match today. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sit across from me, chattering about some class. Harry's all dressed for the match, though he looks about as excited as I do. He actually seems nervous, though I've heard he's like a god on his broom.

I haven't pushed into people's thoughts since I came to Hogwarts, but recently I've been thinking about improving my skill. Maybe if I can read thoughts, I can speak through thoughts too. If I could just find out how to communicate through to them, then I could tell Dumbledore about Voldemort without even opening my mouth. And Harry is a prime test subject.

I poke at Harry's mind cautiously as they talk and see that he's not so much worried about the match or what happened last night. He's thinking about how Snape was bleeding last night when the three professors barged into the bathroom after the troll incident. He thinks Snape had to do with the whole thing. And he's also thinking about some weird three headed dog. I see the three of them in Harry's head as they hid from Filch in what I know to be the third floor corridor. Wow. A three headed dog. So that's why Hagrid warned me to stay away.

So Harry thinks Snape is the bad guy and let the troll in to try and sneak past some three headed monstrosity that's hiding in the castle. Yeah I guess I'd buy it if I didn't know better. But man do I know better. Lucy purrs as I push a little further into Harry's mind, obviously sensing my concentration. I give up and simply smile at the cat. She doesn't like it when I read other people's thoughts. She's kinda weird in that she's way too human. Sometimes I wonder...

"Are you excited about quidditch today Tristan?" Ron asks with an easy smile. I try my best to replicate it and throw it back at him, but it feels all too fake. Luckily, they don't seem to notice. Especially not Harry, who's way too busy with his incorrect thoughts to pay attention. "Take a bit of toast, mate, go on." He adds to Harry. Like me, he's not eating his breakfast. Lucinda is more than happy to lick the jelly off my toast though.

"Ron's right Harry. You're going to need your strength today." Hermione adds. Suddenly she's friends with them, but then again I get it. There's really no way to go through fighting against a troll together without becoming friends. If only they knew I'd been there. Maybe I'd be friends with them too.

"I'm not hungry." Harry tells them, looking somewhat annoyed that they're pressuring him to eat when he obviously doesn't want to. I feel somewhat a kindred dislike of food with him at the moment. Especially since Lucinda's moved on from my toast to cleaning the molten yolk of the eggs on my plate. They're over easy so I pop the yolks to let her easily lick them up. Suddenly Snape is behind Harry, glancing slightly at my cat before talking.

"Good luck today Potter. Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll, a little game of quidditch should be easy work for you...even if it is against Slytherin." He sounds just a little pompous, but no one says anything. Then he looks at me again. "Professor Quirrell requested your help in sorting his papers before the match today Tristan. Best not to keep him waiting." I'm sure my face is something less than thrilled and a gloom settles over me. But I nod to acknowledge I heard him. He gives me a knowing look and limps off. Harry notices the limp, of course, and just puts it together in his head as more evidence against poor Snape. If I didn't have excellent self control I might snap at him.

"That explains the blood." He murmurs to the others as I try and coax Lucy to stop making a pig of herself.

"Blood?" Oh Hermione, must you ask him and give him encouragement? Harry casts a weary eye around before hushing his tone, but I can hear him clearly.

"Listen, last night, I'm guessing Snape let the troll in as a diversion so he could try and get past that three headed dog. But, he got himself bitten, that's why he's limping." Very nice Sherlock, now could you just swap out Snape for Quirrell and get your facts straight? I let the troll in, but it was in an effort to save my friends. However, despite telling myself that, I still feel horrible about it. And of course, Hermione just keeps asking questions.

"But why would anyone go near that dog?" She demands, looking like she'd rather kiss Ron than go anywhere close to the strange beast.

"The day I was at Gringotts, Hagrid took something out of one of the vaults. He said it was Hogwarts' business, very secret." Okay this may actually be pertinent. Despite them having the wrong culprit, there is something being hidden here that Voldemort wants. And Harry seems to have some information about it. I still in my fussing over Lucy to listen, just for a moment.

"So you're saying..." Hermione lets off.

"That's what the dog's guarding. That's what Snape wants." Oh close but no cigar Harry. Thanks for playing anyways. I want to scream at him that it's not Snape that's responsible. But why would he believe me? I sigh and pick up Lucy, resigned to get on to "helping Quirrell organize papers". Ron notices me leaving finally and decides to include me a little before I go.

"Why does Quirrell pick on you so much Tristan? It's almost like he thinks you're his kid or something." He points out and Harry nods. Apparently I'm not the only one who notices the ridiculous things Quirrell does.

"I dunno. Maybe I remind him of someone he used to know." Which is not untrue. I've been told so many times now how I look just like Cassandra that I've just started to block it out, giving a practiced smile and nod every time it comes up. Finally I wave and duck away from the table. And just in time too. Everyone crowds around Harry as an owl brings in a broomstick shaped parcel for him. All I can think is, 'Run away Tristan, run away! Before the adoring Potter mob blocks your way!'. Of course then I feel bad for getting down on Harry.

I drop Lucinda off with Kia and Alyss, who are sitting in the library, and then head to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. The door isn't locked, like usual, and when I close it behind me it locks on it own, like usual. Never gets any less creepy though. What's really getting to me right now is that no one is here!

I take the blessing and use a few moments of solitude to look around the room. There are still some things I haven't seen. A hand comes down on my shoulder and a shrill, but short, scream flies from my mouth. Snape gives me a concerned look before taking his hand off my shoulder. What the actual heck is he doing here?

"Professor you startled me." I admit with a frown.

"I apologize, but I must speak to you about something. I knew if you thought Quirrell was asking for you that you would come, so I misled you." Well this does nothing for my already frazzled nerves. But he takes my silence as encouragement to continue. "Professor Dumbledore and I are both very concerned about you. We have been watching your interactions with your friends, taking note at how increasingly short they are. You are falling behind in your studies and appear tired often. And then there's the matter of last night." My heart jumps to my throat.

"L-last night?" I ask with wide eyes. Oh god he knows. He knows I let the troll in and practically put the lives of every student and teacher in danger! "Professor I swear...it was...I didn't..." I don't know what on earth to say, though I wish I could say it all. He puts a hand on my shoulder before I start going insane.

"We know your father's influence has been a bit overbearing on you." Wait. Wait just one second.

"If...if you and Dumbledore know why don't you do something?! If you know he's right there!" Finally what I've wanted to know for weeks now tumbles out. Snape sighs.

"There is nothing we can do for now Tristan." Tears boarder my eyes.

"There must be something! Please anything! I can hardly breathe most days because of this awful secret weighing down on me and I just want to be like everybody else!" I exclaim. Snape looks at me for a long moment before putting his arm around my shoulder and leading me out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts room.

I don't know where we're going, but it's better than just standing there. Especially if Quirrell were to come in. Finally we stop in front of Dumbledore's office and he has me wait just outside. Minutes of extreme anxiety pass before he opens the door again and has me follow him to Dumbledore's desk. The old wizard gives me a kind smile and motions to the empty chair on the opposite side of his desk. I hesitantly take it.

"Snape has told me you wish something to be done about your current situation." He states. I nod, not feeling that simple statement deserves a response. "So you will be moving out of your common room and into Hagrid's hut near the forest. And Snape will be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." I sit still and silent for a long moment before a sigh of relief escapes me.

"Professor...thank you." His smile is so discreet but I can tell he's pleased that I'm happy. "But sir...what about Harry Potter. He's in danger." Dumbledore actually laughs slightly. Like it's nothing new to him.

"Harry Potter will probably always be in danger. But for the moment, I think you are more presently in need of assistance. I cannot promise that we will be able to keep an eye on you always, but we will do our best. In turn, try your best to stay away from your father." I nod solemnly, still a little weirded out that they know about Voldemort being in Hogwarts and they're not doing anything. But I guess I trust them. I guess I don't have a choice.

"Hagrid will help you move to the hut by the end of the week." Snape explains.

"Thank you." They both nod and I take it as a dismissal. As I walk out the door a huge weight slides from my shoulders and I take a huge breath that actually reaches my lungs for what feels like the first time in weeks. Finally I can breath. I take a few minutes to savor it before a few students pass through the hall laughing, and I shake myself into action. I can't just stand here all day breathing. Besides, it's time to go to the game.

OOOOO

I sit next to Hagrid and Kia for the match. We're up in these incredibly tall booths surrounding a weird field. But instead of end goals like in football, there's three rings high up in the air. From what Ron told me, the goal is to get the main ball, or the quaffle, through the rings on the opposite teams side. Simple enough right? High up in the teacher box a kid named Lee Jordan starts talking through an impressive microphone.

"Hello and welcome to Hogwarts' first quidditch game of the season! Today's game: Slytherin versus Gryffindor!" He announces happily. Like so chipper that I have no problem imagining why they chose him to be the commentator.

The players for both teams start coming out onto the field, their brooms making weird whooshing sounds as they go. I notice Oliver Wood and Fred and George as they go by. But all eyes are on Harry Potter. Youngest Seeker in a century.

"The players take their positions as Madame Hooch steps out onto the field to begin the game." Lee continues. The flying teacher is indeed at the center of the field where a big box waits with a bunch of slots for balls. I can just barely hear her.

"Now, I want a nice clean game...from all of you." she looks pointedly at the Slytherin players. Then she kicks the box and bludgers, the naughty possessed balls that try to kill people, zoom out. Lee kicks in again.

"The bludgers are up...followed by the Golden Snitch. Remember, the snitch is worth 150 points. The seeker who catches the snitch ends the game." I watch the tiny flash of gold circle both Harry and the Slytherin seeker's head before disappearing somewhere. Then Madame Hooch grabs the quaffle. She glances around again before tossing the ball into the air. "The quaffle is released...and the game begins!" Lee announces excitedly.

Gryffindor immediately takes possession of the ball and one of the players rushes past Slytherins towards their goals. She throws the ball and it makes it through the hoop. A ding is heard while Gryffindor roars with approval.

"Angela Johnson scores! 10 points for Gryffindor!"

"Well done!" Hagrid cheers, and Kia is loosing her mind with applause. I'm being jostled so much by excited students that I think I'm gonna get sick. But I guess this is exciting. I keep looking between Harry and the teacher box though.

"Slytherin takes possession of the quaffle. Bletchley passes to Captain Marcus Flint." Said Flint dodges people and throws for the Gryffindor hoops. Oliver Wood is suddenly there and wacks the ball away with his broom. I can see a smirk on his face from here. Angela Johnson and a girl names Katie Bell are passing the quaffle back and forth as they make their way towards Slytherin's hoop. Angela takes the quaffle and throws it, scoring again. The stands erupt with applause once more. Ron, Hermione, and a kid named Seamus cheer loudly in front of me.

"Another 10 points for Gryffindor!" Lee announces. I can see on the Slytherins faces that they're done playing clean and nice, as Madame Hooch told them too. After again failing to make the goal because of Oliver, Flint grabs a bat from one of his players. Everyone gasps as he smacks a bludger right at Oliver. It hits the poor guy in the stomach and he falls the long drop to the ground. Everyone is still booing when Slytherin manages to score. Then they move in around Katie Bell, box her in, and then scatter just before she runs into one of the towers. There's more booing, especially when they score again.

I glance at Harry, only to see him quickly fly off, apparently following something. The snitch! But, something is wrong. His broom starts bucking and turning like some sort of horse! I'm pretty sure they're not supposed to do that.

"What's going on with Harry's broomstick?" Hagrid mumbles when I alert him to the struggling boy. I notice Hermione looking through a pair of binoculars, but she's looking at the teachers box. I squint, trying to understand what she's looking at. Snape is muttering something, but Quirrell, who's sitting just above him, is staring intently at Harry. I'm sure it's Quirrell doing something to Harry's broomstick, but to Hermione, who's convinced Snape is the bad guy, it must seem like Snape is responsible. Sure enough,

"It's Snape! He's jinxing Harry's broom!" Hermione tells Ron.

"Jinxing the broom? What do we do?" Ron asks, his face paling.

"Leave it to me." She gives Ron her binoculars and dashes off. I grab the pair from him and look at Harry. He's struggling to stay on the broom, it's thrashing so badly.

"Come on Hermione!" Ron calls like she can hear him. Harry nearly falls then, dangling by one arm from his broom. I look with the binoculars to the teachers box. I can just barely see Hermione peeking between the rafters and putting her wand to Snape's cloak. Two seconds later the cloak catches fire.

I watch them all scramble, Quirrell being knocked over and breaking eye contact with Harry. The boys broom instantly stops bucking and he climbs back onto it. He takes off, after seeing the Slytherin seeker is after the snitch. I sigh and look back to the teachers booth. Snape has put out the fire and sits down, acting like nothing happened. Quirrell looks much less thrilled. Yep, it was him alright. But no one would ever believe me.

Besides, it's over now. Harry is rushing after the snitch, matching with the Slytherin seeker as they battle for the end of the game. They dive down, both going for it, but the Slytherin seeker gets scared and bails. Harry pulls up at the last second, the crowd oohing and ahhing. He's only feet off the ground! Then, he starts to get up. He stands on his broom, inching forward to try and grab the gold ball. He gets too far and tips forward with an alarmed yelp. He rolls on the ground before getting up and lurching forward a bit.

"He looks like he's gonna be sick!" Hagrid observes, pointing slightly. Harry lurches again and the snitch pops out of his mouth into his hands, looking harmless and happy.

"He's got the snitch! Harry Potter receives 150 points for catching the snitch!" Lee yells happily. Madame Hooch, from the air blows her whistle and announces that Gryffindor wins the game. The Gryffindor side goes crazy, cheering and yelling happily. I spy Draco and the other Slytherins booing and frowning, but I'm actually jumping up and down happily. Yes! He's okay! Quirrell didn't kill him! And we won!

Harry holds up the snitch proudly. Hagrid puts an arm around Kia and me as we shout and cheer. Okay, I guess this is a pretty cool game.