Violet Lily Potter. Book 1.

The flight of the fat lady.

Vi's POV.

So many days passed. I was a bit I don't know exactly but wasn't very good. But in no time at all my most favourite subject was Defence against dark arts.

I just loved it! After boggart's we did many other things. I don't know why but whenever I would be with Professor Lupin I felt some connection. Like he meant something to me. I tried many times to ask but then nothing came out of my mouth.

However the only people who hated DADA were Draco and the rest of the slytherins. They kept on talking about Lupin's robes. No one else cared about how dirty or untidy he was. I have an untidy hair friend. Yeah I'm talking about Harry.

But other than DADA I had other subjects I regretted. Especially potions. I guess even Harry struggled. But then there was devination something else that Harry regretted going to.

After every single class I had to say something to comfort him. Convince Ron that nothing was going to happen was like climbing Mount Everest.

I seriously wish I had someone. Draco hasn't been talking to me much lately. I guess it is because of his father. Pansy keeps send draco's father letters about him and me talking. I wish I could kill pansy. But it really doesn't matter. Draco sends me letters everyday even if we talk. I really love Draco but what can I say? He's a git in front of everyone else. And on the other hand there were my nightmares.

I wish they would stop but just don't. Nobody liked care of Magical Creatures anymore. Hagrid just lost his confidence after his first class. I really hate Draco for what he did. But I can't change him.

"Why would anyone bother looking after them?" Said Ron.

We were doing flobberworms since I don't know. Since forever. It's seriously too boring. I hated this class. But then I said, "Ron their also living things." I said but in an annoyed way.

"Don't talk. I know you too are bored." Ron said.

"Fine maybe." I said.

At the start of October me and Harry had something else to worry about. The Quidditch season was starting. Oliver the Gryffindor teams captain called a meeting on Thursday evening. He sounded I don't know exactly.

"This is our last chance, my last chance to win the Quidditch cup." He said. "I'll be leaving at the end of this year I won't get another shot at it."

"Gryffindor hasn't won the cup for the past seven years. Okay... We've had the worst luck, injuries, then the tournament getting canceled last year" It looked like that thought still haunted him. "But we also have the best ruddy team in the school. We've hit three superb chasers." He said point towards Alicia, Katie and me.

"We've got two unbeatable beaters." He said.

"Stop it Oliver your embarassing us." Fred and George said.

And we've hit a seeker who has never failed to win a match." He said glaring at Harry with furious pride. "And then there is me.." He added as an afterthought.

"Oliver your the best captain and the best keeper. If it wasn't for you we would have never won a single match." I said.

"Yes She's right Oliver."

"The point is, the Quidditch cup should have had our name on it these last two years. Ever since Harry and Vi joined our team, I've thought the thing was in the bag.... But we haven't got it. And this year's our last chance we will finally get to see our name on the thing..."

Oliver spoke so dejectedly that even Fred and George looked sympathetic.

"Oliver this year's our year." Fred said.