Metamorphmagus Hufflepuff Beater

Chapter 5:

 "How did he get in?" Ella whispered. We, scratch that, the whole school was in the Great Hall, where thousands of sleeping bag's had been conjured and everyone was getting into. Sirius Black had scared the portrait who guarded the Gryffindor common room.

"No idea. My guess is as good as yours." Paige whispered back.

"I'm with you, Paige." Emma whispered, who was chewing some of Drooble's Best Blowing Gum from our Hogsmeade trip from earlier.

"Disguised himself, probably." I whispered, fidgeting with my charm bracelet.

"But the dementors-" Paige objected.

"Yeah, but there's probably some disguise that the dementors can't see through." I interrupted.

"Of course, you'd stay true to the 'disguise' guess." Emma laughed quietly.

"The lights are going out now! I want everyone in their sleeping bags and no more talking!" shouted the Head Boy from Gryffindor.

I made a face at Paige that clearly showed how much the Head Boy bothered me because he thought he was so much better than everyone else. She made a face that agreed. I lay down, the lights were turned out, and I shut my eyes.

It took me a while to go to sleep. Even though Black is rumored to be looking to kill Harry Potter, I couldn't help but think he wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone else. But he wouldn't stick around long. A voice spoke up in the back of my mind. Dumbledore is one of the greatest wizards living as of right now. With him around to keep Potter safe, Black won't stay.

After a bit of back and forth between the arguing voices in my head, I finally quieted them and fell asleep.

___TIME_SKIP_TO_QUIDDITCH_MATCH_AGAINST_GRYFFINDOR___

I walked out of the locker room, wearing my bright yellow Quidditch robes. Even though the rain made it hard to see, I had given myself yellow hair with black streaks, showing off my badger pride.

Diggory had given us a pep talk, but we all knew that this was probably hopeless. We were playing Gryffindor today, and it was highly likely that Potter would catch the Snitch instead of Diggory. But at least with these conditions we might last a while.

A minute or so later, the scarlet-robed Gryffindors made their way out onto the field. And then I saw that Potter was having glasses trouble. Score! If Diggory can see the Snitch first, we might win then.

Madam Hooch instructed Diggory and the Gryffindor captain to shake hands. Even though Diggory approached him with a warm smile, the Gryffindor didn't look happy about it at all.

When Madam Hooch blew the whistle, I flew up off the ground, looking for a Bludger to get a Gryffindor with. Well, not hit them, knock the Quaffle out of their hands. Or distract Potter from getting the Snitch. I'd be good at that, since I had given myself vision that would ignore the rain and help me hit everyone with ease.

Rain might've bothered everyone else, but I hardly cared. I had twice almost knocked Potter off his broom. Not that it was hard; the wind was whipping him too hard.

After a long while of endless rain, lightning struck and Madam Hooch blew her whistle. My robes were soaked, but they had been since the start of the game. I looked to the scoreboard. I was so focused; I had barely noticed that we were trailing by fifty points. Our Keeper wasn't amazing, but the Chasers normally made up for it. We were rarely down by this much. And the Keeper was not normally this bad. Emma.