Third Person POV
As they entered November, the weather turned very cold. The mountains around the school became icy grey and the lake like chilled steel. Every morning the ground was covered in frost.
The Quidditch season had begun. On Saturday, Harry and (Y/N) would be playing in their first match after weeks of training: Gryffindor versus Slytherin. If Gryffindor won, they would move up into second place in the House Championship.
Hardly anyone had seen the pair play because Wood had decided that, as their secret weapons, Harry and (Y/N) should be kept secret. But the news that they were playing had leaked out somehow, and Harry didn't know which was worse – people telling him he'd be brilliant or people telling him they'd be running around underneath him, holding a mattress.
It was really lucky that Harry now had Hermione as a friend. He didn't know how he'd have got through all his homework without her, what with all the last-minute Quidditch practice Wood was making them do ((Y/N) somehow managed to stay on top of it all, though). She had also lent him Quidditch through the Ages, which turned out to be a very interesting read.
Hermione had become a bit more relaxed about breaking rules since Harry, Ron and (Y/N) had saved her from the mountain troll and she was much nicer for it. The day before the first Quidditch match the four of them were out in the freezing courtyard during break, and she had conjured them up a bright blue fire which could be carried around in a jam jar.
They were standing with their backs to it, getting warm, when Snape crossed the yard. Harry noticed at once that Snape was limping. Harry, Ron, (Y/N) and Hermione moved closer together to block the fire from view; they were sure it wouldn't be allowed. Unfortunately, something about their guilty faces caught Snape's eye. He limped over. He hadn't seen the fire, but he seemed to be looking for a reason to tell them off anyway.
'What's that you've got there, Potter?'
It was Quidditch through the Ages. Harry showed him.
'Library books are not to be taken outside the school,' said Snape. 'Give it to me. Five points from Gryffindor.'
'He's just made that rule up,' Harry muttered angrily as Snape limped away.
'Wonder what's wrong with his leg?' said (Y/N).
'Dunno, but I hope it's really hurting him,' said Ron bitterly.
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The Gryffindor common room was very noisy that evening. Harry, Ron, (Y/N) and Hermione sat together next to a window. Hermione was checking Harry and Ron's Charms homework for them. She would never let them copy ('How will you learn?'), but by asking her to read it through, they got the right answers anyway. (Y/N) would have given Ron and Harry her own homework to copy, but she knew Hermione would disapprove and she didn't want to annoy her now that they were friends.
Harry felt restless. He wanted Quidditch through the Ages back, to take his mind off his nerves about tomorrow. Why should he be afraid of Snape? Getting up, he told Ron, (Y/N) and Hermione he was going to ask Snape if he could have it.
'Rather you than me,' they said together, but Harry had an idea that Snape wouldn't refuse if there were other teachers listening.
He made his way down to the staff room and knocked. There was no answer. He knocked again. Nothing.
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.
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