What if...

Darkness is Restored

I've recently started sixth form, which for people in countries that don't have it is basically high school but three times as hard and three times as much work. So that sucks.

Also, I've seen a lot of comments about the end of the Yule Ball. There was no sex. That's all I'm saying. Imagine it however you'd like, no baby-making took place.

Now, onto the chapter :D

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The Quidditch Pitch, as usual, was packed. The noise generated by the Third Task's newly composed theme was deafening and most people couldn't even hear themselves talk. That is, if they weren't singing along with the song already.

Thirty seconds before the task was scheduled to start, the two seats beside Neville were finally filled by the missing couple the group had been waiting for.

"Alright, where have you guys been?" Draco asked with a suggestive grin.

"That's none of your business." Hermione said haughtily, sitting up straight next to Harry.

"Still haven't removed that stick, got it." Draco noted. She gave him a dirty look and he smirked back in return. She shook her head and scoffed.

"We were duelling with Professor Flitwick." Harry answered in her place.

"In the Charms classroom?" Neville asked incredulously.

"No, no, the Potions classroom." Harry replied dryly. Neville rolled his eyes at him and Hermione smiled. "I'm just happy we got here in time."

"Snape tried to stop us in the hallway." Hermione recalled.

"I haven't spoken in a while." Luna chipped in. Neville used his arm to bring her closer.

"How'd you get him to sod off?" Draco asked.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other and Fred and George smirked.

"You should have seen it." Fred began, putting his hand on Harry's left shoulder.

"Absolutely brilliant, this one." George did the same to his right. "Even our second rival did him in a bit as well." He nodded to Hermione.

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"Potter! Granger! What sorts of disgusting public affairs are you having in the hallway?" Snape charged up to them.

Reminded of what Snape had done to her, Hermione had to be held back by Harry so she wouldn't tear his eyes out.

"Let me handle this." Harry stepped forward with a small smirk. He put his hand out to the approaching bull- Snape, who slowed and came to a stop in front of him, and waved it slightly. "You don't need to take any points." He spoke confidently. "We are not the students you're looking for." He paused for a moment, waving his hand again with a smirk. "Chill out."

"I don't need to take any points." Snape repeated dully. "You are not the students I'm looking for." He then visibly relaxed, turning and walking away.

However, Hermione had to add insult to injury.

"And you'll hop on one foot." She copied Harry's hand movement, but with her wand.

"And I'll hop on one foot." Snape proceeded to do so, the tapping noise gradually fading as he left them.

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"Bloody brilliant." Draco laughed.

"Almost as brilliant as this song." Luna mused.

"Come one, come all to the quidditch pitch,
Where you snatch a seat or sit in a ditch,
The champions will scream and twitch,
Cause the youngest one's a bloody bitch!"