Quidditch and Theories

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3RD Person POV
Months had passed since that incident and it was time for Harry's Quidditch match against Slytherin.

"Come on Harry, you've got to eat." (Y/N) said. Harry's stomach was doing backflips. "No.." He said sighing.
"(Y/N)'s right Harry, you should eat. You haven't had anything in almost two days." Hermione said.

Ron got a piece of toast and put jelly and butter on it and gave it to Harry.
"Here, mate."

Harry hesitantly took it and slowly ate it. By the look on Harry's face he stared to feel better. Ron gave Harry another piece and Harry ate it quickly.

"Better?" Ron asked. Harry nodded.
"After the match (Y/N) and I going to go research more on the Sorcerers Stone, want to come?" Hermione asked the two boys.

"Sure" They replied.

Your POV
"H-hey Harley.." I heard someone say.
I turned back and saw Justin. "Do you want to watch the match with me?" He asked. "Oh, sorry, Justin but I'm sitting with Ron and Hermione." I said. "Oh okay.." He said looking crushed. "I'll make it up to you," I said "I'll sit with you on a dinner night."
His face lit up. "Okay!" He said excitedly.

The match was going well until Harry was holding onto his broom for dear life. "It's Snape!" Hermione said "He's jinxing Harry!"

I saw her go to where the Professor were sitting and come back shortly after. "What did you do?" Ron asked. "I set Snape's robe on fire."

Gryffindor wound up winning the match. Hermione told Hargid and Harry what had happened. But of course Hagrid didn't believe us.

After hours of looking for information about the Sorcerers/Philosophers Stone we got hopeless and left the library.

We made our way to the common room and started talking.

"I think Snape hates Harry." Ron said. I looked at him. "Really? I never would've guessed." I said sarcastically.
"But why? Why does he hate me so much? Why doesn't he hate (Y/N) as much as me?" Harry asked. I shrugged.

"The real question is why Snape wants the stone. So far we only know that Fluffys guarding it and the Nicholas Flamel made it." Hermione said.

"Maybe it's for You-Know-Who?" Ron suggested. "Maybe." I shrugged.

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