𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 : 𝐀 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐑 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭.

Chapter Five : Quidditch n Christmas and the end of school

Y/N woke up in his bed, and rubbed his eyes. He saw Ron peering over him, and smile.

"You're awake!" Ron exclaimed, to which Y/N turned over to his side, closing his eyes again.

"I wish I wasn't. My body aches." Y/N quietly muttered, and observed his torso. It seems like no damage was ever inflicted on him, and he sighed. Y/N rolled out of bed, and got changed into his robes. Y/N, remembering the events prior to him fainting cringed, and stood up straight.

"Well, It's Harry's first game, he's in the great hall with Hermione." Ron adds, as they trek onto the great hall.

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"Harry, You're gonna be moving around a lot. Eat bro." Y/N nags.

"I don't want anything." Harry quietly responds, as Y/N shakes his head.

"Have a bit of toast, mate." Ron adds on, to which harry shakes his head.

Y/N thinks for a second, and scratches the back of his neck, before Hermione adds on.

"Ron and Y/N are right." Hermione agrees, before continuing. "Energy is most important. You don't want to go out there with an empty stomach." Y/N nods, before filling Harry's plate up with different foods, while listing things off. 

"Protein, Carbs, Uh huh, this'll be good, bit of that too." Y/N quietly speaks to himself and places the plate down. Harry is about to start eating, before Y/N feels a presence behind them. Y/N turns from the table, and looks up at Snape's sneering face.

"Good luck Potter." Snape says, as he looks down on them. "Then again, you've proven yourself to be capable enough to take down a mountain troll. But alas, your... dog had to do it." Snape says, Side eyeing Y/N.

Y/N breathes in and out, and then chuckles to himself. "A dog huh? Does my power scare you that much?" Y/N says, trying his best to sound confident. He stares into Snape's eyes, before Snape can feel all of the hair rising on his neck. 

"I-it's a shame." He quips, before turning on his heels, limping. Y/N observes the blood, and looks at the hole in his pants. "Snape tried to get past the three headed dog. His leg is bleeding, and judging on how big the hole is, it's roughly the same size as the dogs tooth." Y/N says, sitting back down, before harry adds on. "Snape probably let the troll in as a diversion, so he could get past that the three headed dog."

"But why would anyone want to go near the go near that thing?" Hermione asks, looking between Harry and Y/N.

"Whatever it's guarding... Has to be very powerful." Y/N says, watching the faint outline of Snape limping.

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Y/N sits down in the stands, while Ron and Hermione scoot next to him, and Y/N pulls a book out. Y/N takes a pen out, and the match starts. The game began to get heated, and Hagrid made his way over to them. 

"Ello Ron! Ermione! Y/N!" Hagrid calls out to them, and sits down. Y/N began to sketch Harry, until he started to buck violently on his broom. Y/N sighed, and waited until he stopped, until he noticed something.

Harry doesn't look like he's controlling the broom.

Y/N takes some binoculars, and skims across the crowd, and lands on Snape, who is muttering and not blinking. Y/N begins to grind his teeth, and stands up. "That slimy bastard." Y/N huffs, and creeps over to him, to which Hermione soon follows. "He's jinxing the broom!" She whisper yells, as Y/N places a finger on his cloak, and sparks it. A flame erupts, as Quirrell's feet are also caught on fire, causing him to screech.

Y/N heads back, as the Gryffindor side explodes into cheers. Seems like Harry caught the snitch.

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"It was Snape!" Ron exclaims, as everyone sits down in Hagrid's hut. "Hermione and Y/N saw him!"

Hagrid disagrees, as Y/N stares off into space, muttering something to himself.

"I could've sworn that Quirrell was also doing the same as Snape. Something isn't right.. I have an extremely bad feeling about this."

Y/N's mark flashes a deep purple, and he feels his body heating up. Hagrid yells, snapping him awake.

"Who told you about Fluffy?" Hagrid asks

"Fluffy?" Y/N snickers to himself, as his Mark flashes purple, even more. Y/N's mark now started to hurt, as he put it in his pocket, and began to lightly sweat. Y/N fades the conversation out, until Ron repeats something, which makes his ears perk up.

"Nicholas Flamel?" Ron asks, causing Y/N to think back to a memory, but he couldn't quite make it out.