A Feeling (OC x Harry Potter)

The Punishment

   Let's just say, Gryffindor wasn't happy. No one understood how they had lost two hundred points overnight and swore the point counter was broken. That was until the story (which had been retold so many times it now was quite different than what actually happened) about how the famous Harry Potter, winner of two Quidditch matches, made some of his dumbass friends go around the castle after curfew and lost all the points. Everyone glared, whispered, and pointed at him, some even going so far to insult him to his face, as we walked by. Luckily for Hermione, Neville, and I, no one exactly knew it was us but associating with him didn't win us any favors and they spread the hatred to us. Hermione and I even stopped answering questions in class, just to not draw attention to us. It wasn't just Gryffindors that were pissed, either. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students were just as upset since they had been hoping for Slytherin to lose the House Cup this year. On the other hand, Slytherin would clap and cheer each time they saw him in the corridors or walked into the Great Hall. Hermione and Neville decided to put some distance between us so it was only Ron and me who stood by him. 

   "They'll all forget this in a few weeks. Fred and George have lost loads of points in all the time they've been here, and people still like them." Ron told us in an attempt to make us feel better but it didn't. I just rolled my eyes and kept walking.

   "Yeah but they've never lost two hundred points in a single night, have they?" Harry snapped back.

   "Well... No..." Ron trailed off, not having much else to say that could help his friend. 

   Harry had decided to be on his best behavior and not cause any more trouble for the rest of the year. He felt so ashamed that he even went to Oliver Wood and asked to resign from the team.

   "Resign?" Wood asked, confused. "What good'll that do? How are we going to get any points back if we can't win at Quidditch?" I was proud of him for actually not changing the way he acted much toward us because everyone else (minus the twins for me) had. Everyone on the team ignored us for the most part, leaving me to spend most of my time with Harry or the twins, and anytime people would have to talk to us, we were always "the Seeker" or "the Chaser". It got old but we understood their anger.

   So instead of going out and having fun or spending extra time at practice, the three of us focused on our academics. We would stay up late into the night studying our potions, learning and perfecting new charms and spells, and even went as far as to study for our History of Magic class. Now that was painful. 

   What we didn't know was that a week or so before exams, we'd go back on our word and get involved in something we shouldn't have. As Harry and I were walking back from the library one evening, we heard whimpering. I quickly wrapped my hand around Harry's mouth and pulled him over to the corner. 

   "No... No... Not again- please!" We heard Professor Quirrell plead. Harry and I shared a look at each other. "Okay, okay fine." He sobbed again, but before we could fully look into the room, the professor ran out of the classroom nearly in tears. Once we could no longer hear Quirrells footsteps, we both peeked our heads into the classroom. It was empty.

   "The doors open... They must've left right after threatening Quirrell." I whispered to Harry, who nodded and glared at the door. "And I bet I know who it was..." He muttered, dragging me straight back to the library to meet with Hermione and Ron to tell them what we heard.

   "Snape's done it, then!" Ron exclaimed loudly before I shushed him and looked around to make sure no one heard. "If Quirrell's told him how to break his Anti-Dark Force spell-"