Torn Apart

Chapter 7: Year 1

As November arrived, the weather changed drastically, bringing cold breezes and wild storms. The lake was frozen still and was covered in frost. There were edgy footsteps engraved into the ground.

The Quidditch season had finally begun. On Saturday, Harry and I would be playing in our first real match after weeks of training: Gryffindor versus Slytherin. If Gryffindor won, we would move up into second place in the House Championship. I shivered at the thought of losing to Slytherin. My brother's house..... I tried not to think about him but his image kept straying into my mind.

Hardly anyone had seen me and Harry play as Oliver wanted to keep it secret for now, to make it a shock when we came out onto the field. Though somehow the news that there were a new Seeker and Chaser seemed to leak through the school grounds and now most of the people knew me and Harry were on the team; including Draco. The season was going to start soon and I was still terrified. Harry seemed to act as though he had played Quidditch his whole life, yet I knew he was just as nervous as me deep down inside.

Being Hermione's friend had been a huge help for me and Harry. I was barely keeping up with my homework and Harry wasn't even close to finishing his. Hermione had lent me and Harry two copies of Quidditch Through The Ages which had helped surprisingly well. Harry couldn't stop boasting about how he knew everything there was to know about Quidditch.

"Harry, you're still going! It's 11 at night!" I laughed.

Hermione had become a lot more relaxed about breaking rules since me, Harry and Ron saved her from the mountain troll. That was helpful as we needed help with spells that we didn't understand. The day before our first game, we went out into the courtyard, where Hermione was showing us some books we weren't interested in, when Snape came out of nowhere, limping. Harry eyed him suspiciously up and down whilst I sighed.

"What's that you have in your hand, Potter?" he snapped. Harry put up his hand to show Snape Quidditch Through The Ages reluctantly.

"Library books are not to be taken out of the school," Snape said. "Give it to me. 5 points from-," he stopped suddenly. He took a look at me and said,

"Don't bring another book outside Potter, or I will take points away," he finished. He limped away quietly, not daring to look back. As soon as he walked away, I turned to look at Harry. He is staring at me, wide-eyed.

"You just saved us from losing points!" Harry exclaimed. I didn't understand what had just happened, although I was happy I saved Gryffindor from losing more points. I turned to look back at Snape, who was still limping.

"Hey, do you know what happened to his leg?" I asked Ron.

"I don't know, but I hope it hurts," He said, with a chuckle in his voice.

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The Gryffindor common room was very noisy that evening. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat together next to a window, while I sat next to the fire, enjoying a warm cup of hot cocoa. I must have been daydreaming because when I opened my eyes Harry was gone and a mysterious boy was sitting across from me. Well not so mysterious to me.

"Aiden!? What are you doing here! This isn't your house!" I whispered loudly. A few people turned around to face me but no one noticed Aiden. When I looked back at Aiden he was smirking at me.

"Draco sent me here to warn you not to hang out with those dorks anymore or he'll tell your father," he said, his head tilting slightly while looking at Hermione and Ron. I rolled my eyes at him and turned back to the fire. Neither of us said anything for a while, we just sat in silence.