❝You don't need anyone else but me, right?❞

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After that somewhat awkward conversation with Draco and I, I'd been able to talk to him frequently instead of looking away from him whenever I pass him by.

It feels like a huge ton of weight has been lifted off of my shoulders but then again, I feel somewhat... fearful for telling Draco about what happened to my past.

Though I didn't reveal much, it still makes me scared whenever I flash back to that Halloween night when I told the platinum blonde haired boy about it.

I'm probably scared because he might use that against me and start to cause a huge commotion.

I know Malfoy; he can do that if he wanted to.

Is this because I don't trust him yet? I don't blame my mind; I've been transported in this world without any recollection of my real life or how I even got here through a dream.

Trusting anyone so easily would be my downfall.

I sighed as I wrote another sentence in my parchment with my head rested in the palm of my hand.

My other hand held a red feathered quill, gently writing the words I'm reciting in my mind to finish the sentence.

We've been assigned to write a reflection letter about what spells and lessons we've covered in Charms so far.

I guess it's to see if anyone listens to Professor Flitwick during his classes and glancing over at the Gryffindor table sort of makes it clear that some of them didn't.

"Hey, Rosewood!" I heard a somewhat manly voice call. I turned my head around groggily to see who called for me but just as I turned my head around, the boy who called for my name is already standing in front of me which caused me to slightly lean back in surprise.

I looked up and saw one of the Slytherin's Quidditch team Chaser, Adrian Pucey, looking down at me with a small smirk etched on his thin lips.

"What do you want, Pucey?" I groaned, the tiredness from doing assignments completely taking over my body.

I didn't have time to fuck around with other people; I just want to get over this assignment already and get some rest.

For some reason, the Chaser keeps teasing me about always being with Draco, thinking that there's something between the two of us, even though we're still 11 years old and we're only friends and that I seem to be somewhat 'friendly' with the Gryffindors, specifically Harry and Hermione.

I can't really tell if he's also one of the Slytherins who despise muggleborns, blood traitors and muggles but his reaction with mentioning the two Gryffindors confirmed that he doesn't really mind that much although he did give me a look of skepticism and a slight look of discomfort when I said that I do hang out with them often.

He was that third year boy who called us out a few nights ago, when Draco and I were hugging in the common room.

The fucker couldn't mind his own business and started to nag me about this entire thing and now he's starting to piss me off.

If Pucey is going to pull some funny shit on me, I'm going to hex him without any hesitation.

"Hey, that's not how you talk to your big brother!" Pucey laughed and patted my back roughly.

I coughed lightly from the force of his pat and I immediately swatted his hand away from my back.

I'm really really pissed right now and I wouldn't mind giving this Slytherin an injury or two even if he's two years older than me.

"And who are you to address yourself as my brother?" I rolled my eyes and turned away from him to continue my assignment.

Pucey laughed once more before placing his hand on my right shoulder, which made a tick appear on my forehead.

"Oh for Merlin's sake, can you please stop bothering me while I'm doing my work!?" I snapped my head towards the boy and almost slammed my quill against the table.

Pucey looked a bit surprised at my sudden outburst but that same stupid smirk made its way to his face again and I can tell that what he's going to say next is going to piss me off.

"Whoops, sorry! I guess you're in that time of the month, eh?" He chuckled. I narrowed my eyes in anger and tightened my fists before raising them to punch him wherever until he spoke up as if he knew what I was going to say.

"Speaking of your brother, where is he anyway?" He crossed his arms, looking around the Slytherin table for any signs of my brother.

"I've been looking for him." I raised my eyebrow in confusion at his words. What does he need Alem for?

"May I ask why you're looking for him?" I asked skeptically at the older Slytherin.

"I just need his help with something. I heard the other Rosewood has an aptitude for Charms and his knowledge is just what I need to pass this little requirement that Flitwick wants me to do." Pucey grinned as if there was nothing wrong with what he just said.

I just scoffed and continued to do my work.

It's his fault for failing his class so why should I have to help him?

"Alem is busy and he'd appreciate it if you wouldn't bother him while he's doing his own assignments." I emphasized the 'own', hoping that the older Slytherin would get the hint that Alem wouldn't want someone to bother him right now while he's doing something.

I know how incredibly focused and serious my little brother is when he's doing school work and if Pucey wants to ask some help from him while he's doing that, he's not going to get it.

And neither is he going to get it from me.

Besides, I don't think Alem even knows who the hell this boy is to help him pass.

"Oh come on, sis/bro. I just really need his help! I promise I'll make it up to you by bringing you something from Hogsmeade!" He pathetically yet amusingly pleaded even though it's obvious that it's just an act to lighten up the mood and get me to tell him where Alem is.

But his offer doesn't sound too bad; I've always wanted to try something in Honeydukes and I haven't gotten the chance to get something from the trolley in the train to experience, at least, one wizard candy so this is a good opportunity.

"Fine, you'll bring me Sugar Quills, Chocoballs, Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans, Chocolate Wands and Fizzing Whizzbees." I listed out monotonously while the older Slytherin just looked at me, slightly surprised at my large list of candies from Honeydukes.

Eventually, Pucey smirked then chuckled, obviously finding my list of demands from him amusing.

"Are those the emergency things that you need while you're on your—"

"One more word and this deal between us is over. Also, if you won't bring me at least one of the things I've demanded, I'll tell Professor Flitwick that you asked my brother to do your project." I spoke, smiling up at Pucey who frowned at my threat.

"Hey, I just asked him for help." He emphasized the 'help' but I rolled my eyes and scoff.

"Oh come on; we both know that your idea of 'asking for help', in school work, is the same as making them do the work for you." I gently tapped the tip of my quill inside the inkwell before writing another boring sentence I made up in my head just to extend this reflection letter.

I'm too tired to write a complicated set of words to make it look all fancy and smart as if I've understood everything.

"Besides, you're asking him for 'help' because the Quidditch games are coming up tomorrow and you have no time to do any of that, right?" I glance up at Pucey for a moment, who looked amused, before continuing to do my work.

"And this is what I like about you, Rosewood; you're extremely perceptive." He laughed. "And smart as well! Are you sure that the hat didn't consider to put you in Ravenclaw?"

"I mean, it sort of did. I guess I was just placed here because I'm not that smart enough for Ravenclaw." I shrugged at Pucey's question.

I didn't think much about the sorting when I came here since all of my memories were lost so I just went with whatever the heck the hat wanted to put me in.

I do remember that Alem said that I've always wanted to be in Ravenclaw but just as my idiotic self said to themselves after knowing what the Ravenclaw house is all about, I don't think I'm that resourceful and smart to be in that house.

So I guess that doubt is what led me to Slytherin instead because my mind wanted to settle in a house where I could show my intelligence and use it for my own benefit.

"Yes, I can see that." Pucey laughed and I turned to look at him with an annoyed look, his words making me feel somewhat offended.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" I asked, my eyes narrowing but Pucey simply chuckled before shrugging, indicating that he's going to change the subject.

"Anyway, we have a deal. I'll get you what you want, in return, you tell me where your brother is and if he refuses, you have to convince him to do it." He smirked and I scoffed at his extra condition.

"So you really were going to make him do it all by himself?" I mumbled with a sigh.

"I said I'd only tell you where he is. I'm not going to convince him to do your project. If he refuses, then you have to be the one to convince him, not me." I stated, before turning away from him and turning the cap of the inkwell close and placing it inside my bag.

"Oh come on, if he refuses then I'm the one who's at loss here since all you have to do is tell me where in the world your brother is while I'm going to do a whole shopping spree for you at Honeydukes." He frowned, watching me pack all my things from the table.

"Can't you, at least, be fair with this?" Pucey added as I sling my bag over my shoulder while thinking over his words.

Well, it is kind of unfair but either he goes with what I want or I don't help him at all.

My conscience trailed to his sad face and with a little bit of thought and a heated debate between my pride and my humility, I sighed and growled at Pucey.

"You better score, at least, 5 in the game tomorrow." I add another condition that will ensure Pucey's project to be saved.

The older Slytherin nodded with a smug grin, happy at my condition. Confident, even.

"Oh, don't worry, Rosewood; I am one of the best Chasers in Hogwarts. If you want, I'll score a hundred by myself to assure Slytherin's victory." He confidently exaggerated but I rolled my eyes and walked away from him, not wanting to hear any more of my upperclassman's words.

"Don't be too confident, Pucey. Things won't always be what you seem." I foreshadowed slightly about Harry's catch of the golden snitch in his first game.

I do know that Gryffindor will win the game tomorrow but I guess I could encourage my fellow house to do their best as well.

After all, this is my house although foreshadowing Harry's victory doesn't seem to be the best way to encourage one of the house's chasers.

"Did you take a look into the future with your seer powers or something?" Pucey laughed and I stopped walking, cringing at the rumors that everyone is still spreading and believing 'till this day.

"You must be incredibly stupid to think that I have that kind of power. Also, who spread that rumor in the first place? It's nothing but rubbish." Stress and anger mixed themselves in my tone and in my words as I faced Pucey, disregarding what he just said.

Psh, what is politeness when you're stressed and deadlines are coming up? No time for any kindness, mister.

As I walked away from Pucey before he could say anything, I could see Blaise Zabini staring at me with hardened eyes as if he wasn't so fond of me from the distance.

I don't really know much about Zabini but all I know is that he doesn't like muggleborns and muggles.

Or more like, he despises them.

This theory was supported after I heard him talking to Draco and his gang about muggleborns, how there are so many of them this year, how many of them keep their numbers up every year and why they were given the opportunity to be here in Hogwarts.

Geez, he's like, the other embodiment of Salazar Slytherin but only less dangerous.

I only threw him a look of curiosity after I thought that he was already staring at me for too long. Like, lowkey asking him, "the hell are you looking at?"

He looked away and continued with his work as I kept walking my way towards the doors of the Great Hall then head myself towards the library to look for Alem since he's more likely to do his work in a place where everything is peaceful and quiet.

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As Draco watched (Y/N) walk out of the Great Hall, he glanced back at Adrian Pucey smiling to himself, who also watched the (H/C) haired Slytherin walk away.

The chaser seemed to amuse himself by talking to the oldest Rosewood twin.

Although they were younger than him, he felt like they seemed to be older than what they look like.

Their thoughts, the way they talk and how they move seemed to be that of an adult.

Like they were only living inside a child's body.

But Adrian pushed the thought away and said to himself that maybe (Y/N) is just really mature for their age.

He doesn't have the time to indulge himself in such pointless thoughts since he has Quidditch to think about and the game between Slytherin and Gryffindor is fast approaching.

His little talk with the oldest Rosewood twin was only to make himself laugh and entertain himself due to all of the work that's been piled in his desk and he needed a break.

At least they unloaded some of his work by letting their brother to their Charms project for himself which was good.

The platinum blonde haired boy only glared at Adrian for being able to talk to (Y/N) even though they just met a few nights earlier.

How insolent of him.

Judging from their conversation, Draco immediately jumped into the conclusion that Adrian is simply using (Y/N) for his selfish needs and Draco, who has this false delusion that (Y/N) is in need of protection from such people, wanted to get Adrian away from (Y/N).

He can't bear to see them get hurt over and over again. Not after they showed how much they've suffered in their past although Draco doesn't know much about it.

He has to make sure of that. He has to make sure that they will only depend on him and him alone.

Just as his dark thoughts were beginning to surface, a nudge from his arm snapped him out of his thoughts which slightly startled him but also annoyed him.

Draco turned beside him to see Pansy Parkinson frowning slightly and her right hand slightly shivering, indicating that she was looking sort of scared.

"What?" He asked coldly at the dark haired Slytherin girl. Pansy gulped for a moment before she turned to look at Adrian,who was happily chatting with some of his fellow teammates. 

"You were glaring angrily at Pucey for the last few seconds and it was starting to scare me. Did he do something wrong to you?" Pansy asked in concern for Draco's well being.

It's quite obvious that the girl really liked the platinum blonde haired boy so much that if Draco answered yes to his question, Pansy would confront the Chaser in a heartbeat.

"...nothing." Draco answered Pansy, who looked unconvinced but decided to not push him any further.

The Malfoy heir sighed silently, still eyeing that third year chaser on their house's Quidditch team.

Adrian is now talking to Marcus Flint, captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, possibly talking about some strategies that they could use in the game tomorrow.

While Adrian does feel a pair of eyes piercing right through the side of his head, he didn't look around to see where it came from.

He scoffed at the thought, blaming his overactive imagination.

As the platinum blonde haired Slytherin glanced away from Adrian, he noticed that the next class is about to start.

The next class will have Slytherin partnered up with Hufflepuffs which is one of the worst class partnership ever.

Draco sighed at this, packing his things up and then walking out of the Great Hall.

He left his so called 'friends' behind but it's for the best since he wanted some time alone to think and some time alone to let his dark thoughts resurface.

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His silver eyes darkened and his gaze was lowered down to the floor until they returned back to normal as he shook his head in disbelief of himself.

His ears automatically tuned out any external noises and all he could hear is the buzzing, frustrating yet familiar sound that his mind is creating, almost replicating the inner staticky and messed up mind of the Malfoy heir.

The curse is seeping inside his soul, eating any rational thoughts that he has and replacing them with irrational and obsessive thoughts for the (H/C) haired girl/boy.

Every time he doubts himself for acting this way, the echoing distant sound of (Y/N)'s singing voice can be heard as if it was an auditory hallucination and then pulling him back to the abyss of his thoughts when he gains negative emotions for (Y/N).

Yet the victim didn't understand why he felt this way for them. He surely saw no redeeming qualities in them.

Besides, their families are not in good terms; they are supposed to hate each other.

So why have the tables turned?

"No, Draco. This is just a simple... crush." He admitted his crush for his supposed enemy and felt embarrassed about it.

Oh if his father can see him now, he would be very disappointed in him for acting so vulnerable and weak.

"There's nothing wrong with having a crush. It's what it is; nothing more, nothing less." Draco took small deep breaths repeatedly as an act of self-reassurance.

He smiles nervously, gripping the handle of his luxurious school bag that his father bought for him.

"I'm sure, after a few weeks or so, this will all disappear and everything will be back to normal." He kept mumbling to himself and trying to pull himself together because he is a Malfoy and Malfoys cannot be overtaken by simple, petty emotions like love.

They are one of the best pureblood families in the wizarding world and they take pride in that.

"Of course, I can't possibly keep this crush up with that blood traitor. They're nothing compared to me." Draco started to panic while trying to reassure himself, turning to a corner in the hallway.

As he kept mumbling, he hadn't realized that he's about to walk into someone else.

As the two made impact, Draco groaned and held his head.

Annoyance and frustration bubbled inside him as he looked up to see who had to come and add another layer of annoyance in their day.

To his surprise, Cedric Diggory stood there and was unfazed by Draco bumping into him.

I mean, what could a small 11 year old body do to a 14 year old's?

The Slytherin boy's silver eyes flicked in anger when he realized that Cedric was the one who (Y/N) had, somewhat, an interest in.

Their blushing face and the way they stared at him that day made his stomach turn and it's making him think about what this feeling is.

Great, just when he was about to reassure himself that everything related to (Y/N) will surely disappear sometime, the guy that (Y/N) probably has a crush on shows up and ruins his day.

Cedric sweat dropped and took one step back with a nervous smile. From his perspective, he can sense that Draco does not like him one bit and the way he looks up to him with such narrowed, glinting eyes only supports that.

Looking between an 11 year old and a 14 year old only makes Draco look like an angry kitten compared to a confused grown cat.

"What's with that look, Malfoy?" The Hufflepuff hesitated to ask, not because he was bothered by it but because he found it amusing that a Slytherin looks so pissed at someone who hasn't really done anything wrong.

Draco clicked his tongue and just passed through Cedric, not wanting to spare him a word or even spare another glance at his pretty little face.

He could see why (Y/N) and a bunch of students have a crush on him; he has the most handsome face in the entire castle.

Which made Draco think,

Is he not good looking?

"Oh right, Malfoy. I want to ask you something." Cedric called out before Draco could fully disappear into the distance in the hallway.

The Slytherin cursed underneath his breath and turned around with a scowl.

"You must really like wasting other people's time." Draco crossed his arms while Cedric only laughed at what he just said.

His insult had no effect on him whatsoever, making Draco think that he must be a tolerating type of person.

Well, as expected of Hufflepuffs.

"Do you know (Y/N) Rosewood?" Cedric asks, curiosity visible in his eyes meanwhile Draco's stomach flipped when he heard the Hufflepuff ask a question that's related to the one who he's trying to get over with right now.

"We're literally in the same house and is quite talked a lot by other students, how can I not know who they are?" Draco rolled his eyes and began to question Cedric's intelligence as if he is in a higher position than the handsome boy in front of him.

Cedric laughed again, paying no need to Draco's rudeness since he won't really gain any benefit if he does.

"Do you, perhaps, know anything about them?" Draco's eyebrow cocked up, curious as to why Cedric is suddenly asking things about (Y/N).

Before he could answer Cedric by saying no, the Hufflepuff spoke up first and cutting him off.

"I've heard your families are quite close with each other." Cedric added so Draco could not deny anything or say that he doesn't know anything, at least one thing, about them.

Draco clicked his tongue and turned around, trying to avoid his question.

"That's none of your business; keep your nose away from things that don't concern you." Cedric frowned as he watched Draco walk away from him. He seemed like he didn't want to share anything about (Y/N).

Seeing that Cedric can't do anything but scratch the back of his head, he continued walking towards his supposed destination while thinking about the Slytherin boy's weird yet rude attitude.

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"You did what!?" Alem shrieked as we walked towards our next class. Some students who were passing us by gave us weird looks before moving on with their day.

I managed to fetch Alem from the library without minding Madam Pince's stern glare at the back of my head.

Does she seriously think that I'm a loud type of person?

As I pulled Alem away for our next class, I nervously told him everything about Pucey's 'request' and the hardened glare that he shot towards me as I kept talking reached its climax when I told him that I accepted Pucey's request of letting Alem do his project.

"I had to! He was going to get me something from Honeydukes and I couldn't resist!" I tried to defend myself, looking away guiltily from my brother who's already hiding his face in his hands out of pure stress and contemplation.

"Besides, this is a pretty secure and fair deal so there's nothing to worry about." I crack a broken grin, trying to lighten up the mood.

Please don't let Alem's serious self come out and try to kill me, I don't want to die just yet.

"Fair? Fair!?" He shrieked again, lifting his face away from the palms of his hands and giving me such an angry look.

"I'm literally going to do all the work for that third year stalker bloke that you just met while you get Honeydukes candies! That chaser is a Quidditch player, he can just score five points in a matter of seconds!" Alem lists out the problem in this little deal that I just made.

Now that Alem mentioned it, it is really unfair for Alem and I never thought about that.

"I am not going to do this. You were aware that I have a lot of work to do and that essay that Professor Snape gave us a few days ago is not even finished yet! The deadline is tomorrow, (Y/N)! I can't just add another pile in my work list from someone who I don't know!" He sighs in frustration and then facepalming himself, stress clearly visible on his features.

I bite my lip and looked down to the ground, feeling quite ashamed of myself for suddenly pushing this work on him when I was, indeed, aware that he has a lot to do.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think clearly when I made that stupid deal." I apologized with a small voice.

"Clearly." Alem sighed once more and my frown deepened when he said that.

There was a moment of silence from the two of us until I spoke up.

"I'm going to do it instead. I'm the one who made the deal after all." I hold my forehead, sighing with my brother and then regretting this burden I placed upon myself.

Ah, (Y/N), still stupid as ever.

"I'll help you with researching but that's it. You will do the rest of the writing." Alem, being the good brother that he is gave me a defeated smile and my eyes watered in happiness as if I'm about to cry.

"You are, literally, the best brother in the whole world." I nod approvingly while placing an arm on his shoulder.

My twin rolled his eyes and removed my hand away from his shoulder.

"Just because I'm helping, doesn't mean I've forgiven you for accepting that stupid deal. Look what you got yourself into." Alem enters the classroom and I didn't reply to his words.

Instead, I scanned the classroom to see if Cedric is here since we're going to share the class with the Hufflepuffs.

To my disappointment and realization, Cedric isn't here and he wouldn't be here because he's a fourth year and this class is, specifically, only for first years.

Damn you, self for expecting him to be here.

"Oh? Were you looking for that Hufflepuff boy you saw a few months ago?" Alem peered into my face with a mischievous smirk on his face.

I blush slightly and turned away from him with an angry pout.

"N-No I'm not! I was just looking for some seats!" I strongly denied Alem's question but my stuttering made it hard for him to believe.

I am cringing at myself for acting like a cliche tsundere.

"His name is Cedric Diggory, by the way. You're welcome." Alem laughs and goes off on his own to find our own seats.

I pouted again while quickly glancing over at the Hufflepuffs to see if they're listening to our weird conversation and followed beside him, crossing my arms and trying to act all tough.

"I already knew what his name is but thank you." I said as I take my seat with Alem in the Slytherin side of the classroom or whatever the hell that means.

"You are a stalker." He laughed jokingly and I playfully hit his arm, glancing once more at the Hufflepuffs before turning to look at Alem, who's still laughing at my reaction.

It wasn't until I noticed Draco silently sitting behind Alem, his head resting gently on his hand but his eyes and mind were drifting somewhere far away.

Honestly, I didn't even notice him sitting behind Alem when we sat here. I guess we were too absorbed in our topic about Cedric that we didn't see him sitting there.

I tilt my head to the side and poked his arm, trying to get his attention.

"Draco." I call out for his name and Alem looked at me skeptically.

I bet he's going to ask me why we are calling each other by our first names and are communicating again normally.

Draco lifted his eyes up to meet mine and the glow in his silver eyes returned, making me feel relieved.

"Class is about to start." I sent him a gentle smile and I could've sworn I saw color rushing up to his face when I did. I shoved that thought away and told myself that it's just my eyes.

All what Draco did was nod and I found that weird but I didn't question anything and turned around to face the front of the classroom.

Alem nudged my arm and giving me the look of, "well are you gonna tell me something?"

I rolled my eyes and took out my books instead.

I honestly don't get why Alem doesn't like Draco. I mean, I'm pretty sure that we have a family rivalry but since we're at Hogwarts, couldn't he stop for a moment and think that Draco is not that bad?

At least he's not some sort of a stalker like Pucey.

"Good afternoon, class." The teacher greeted and I sigh, ready to start the class with my resting dead face.

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It was almost time for nighttime but at the same time, not really. It's like, 4 PM, currently.

I look up to the sky that's starting to turn into a blueish hue before turning head towards Hermione and Ron, who are sitting right beside me.

We're currently in the courtyard, deciding to take a little bit of a breather before we go to the Great Hall and eat dinner.

The Gryffindor common room must be very busy at this kind of hour.

"Harry, do you really have to read that?" Hermione questioned me, glancing over at the book I borrowed from the library.

It's called "Quidditch Through the Ages". I couldn't help myself since tomorrow is the game and I've got to do a little bit of research.

"Quidditch is a game of skill. I don't think you'll gain any information about winning the game by reading that." Hermione added while I roll my eyes and ignored her.

She always has a tendency to ruin the mood and question my decisions. I've got my first game tomorrow so I can't mess it up.

"Leave him be, Hermione. He just wants to do a some research, that's all." Ron comes to my defense and I inwardly thanked my red haired friend.

At least someone understands the anxiety I'm going through.

Hermione sighs, tilting her head slightly to the side.

She didn't say anything and she didn't really have to.

As I was about to flip the next page, a shadow towered on top of us and blocking the sunlight and in the process, interrupting me as well.

As I looked up to see who had some business with us, my stomach dropped when I saw Snape standing right in front of me and looking down on me with the same, deadpanned face.

It's extremely hard to tell what he's thinking; his eyes don't even tell me because they look somewhat empty as if he has lost something important in his life.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Potter." He greeted and I was starting to get uncomfortable.

I didn't know what to say to him.

I looked away for a moment, glancing at Hermione and Ron to help me before quickly returning back to face Snape.

"Good afternoon, sir...?" My greeting came out more as a question, to be honest.

His eyes trailed down to the book I'm reading before trailing them back to my eyes.

"What are you doing with that book, Mr. Potter?" He asked and I shot him a confusing glare, my face scrunching up.

Can't he tell that I'm reading it? What else do you do with a book?

"...Reading it?" I shrug, throwing a little bit of a shade for the Potions professor.

He narrowed his eyes slightly until he extends his hand out in front of me and I stared at it for a second before looking back up to his face.

"Hand it over." He said, speaking quite slowly.

I blinked in surprise and annoyance.

Does he really think I'm doing something weird by reading this book? It's just about Quidditch.

"Why?" I asked him, wanting to know why he wants to take it away even though I'm not doing anything wrong.

In the corner of my eye, I can tell that Hermione and Ron also looks surprised and annoyed that Snape is taking this book away from me.

"Library books cannot be taken outside, Mr. Potter. Surely, you must know that." He explained in a flimsy pretext.

I narrowed my eyes again in confusion, that's a rubbish excuse; I borrowed this.

"I borrowed the book. Surely, you must know that a borrowed book can be taken anywhere and not just in the library." His glare hardened when I told him that but I'm not gonna hand it over. It's just unfair.

"10 points from Gryffindor for your cheek, Mr. Potter." He said, not feeling any guilt for taking away 10 points from my house because of a rubbish excuse.

I growled under my breath as I felt anger coursing through my veins.

"Now, I won't ask again. Hand it over." Snape's warning tone made me silent but I hesitatingly closed the book and handed it over to the Potions teacher.

I was pouting angrily and I could've sworn I saw a small smirk of victory spreading across his lips.

As he walked away, I clicked my tongue and started to rip out some grass just to relieve my stress.

"That was so unfair! He shouldn't have confiscated it!" Ron exclaimed angrily, staring at Snape's retreating form in the distance.

Hermione nodded in agreement, frowning as well.

"What are you going to do, Harry?" Hermione asks and honestly, I have no other choice but to take it back.

If Madam Pince found out that I've 'lost' the book that I borrowed, I am going to get in so much trouble.

With a sigh, I stand up while grabbing my bag and slinging it over my shoulder.

"I'll get it back after I return my stuff back in the common room." I look up to the sky and it seems like evening is already starting to sink in.

I'm hungry but I can't go to the Great Hall while carrying my heavy bag.

Thanks to all of the schoolwork, it feels like my bag is carrying a bunch of rocks instead of books.

"Alright. We'll head on to the Great Hall, Harry." Hermione stands up as well and dusted off any dirt in her Gryffindor robe before crouching down and grabbing her bag as well. Ron followed suit, slinging his bag over his shoulder just like mine.

"Got it." I nodded as we both walk to our own separate ways.

I'm still pissed off and annoyed at Snape for confiscating my book for a rubbish reason.

I borrowed the book so I can take it anywhere I want as long as I return it before the due date.

While I was muttering some words underneath by breath, I saw the Rosewood twins talking to each other side by side in the other hallway.

I always see them together but I guess that's twins for you. George and Fred are also inseparable.

During that Halloween night, Alem stepped in and saved (Y/N) from that troll.

He must be very strong if he could immobilize a troll like that.

(Y/N) is very strong as well but their problem is their stamina as they immediately felt tired after casting two advanced spells.

Then again, it's advanced so what did I expect?

The way that the twins take care of each other makes me want to have a brother or even a sister who I could look after and they would look after me as well.

I've always been alone in my entire life and I could say, for sure, that Hogwarts changed all of that.

The only 'family' I have left are the Dursleys but I don't even consider them as my actual family.

Not after treating me like crap and lying to me about my parents' death and what I actually am; a wizard.

So I thought, as I walked towards the Gryffindor common room that;

It must be nice, having a sibling who you could rely on and all that.

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"Ugh." I groaned, dropping my face to the Potions and Charms book in front of me.

I'm so close to crying just to relieve some stress but I immediately lifted my head up again to prevent myself from letting tears come out of my eyes.

"I hate him." I was referring to Pucey. I frowned while writing with my red quill and glancing over at the Potions book for reference.

I swear, this essay is probably gonna score so badly because I don't have Alem to help me and I suck at doing schoolwork.

Geez, I escaped into this world to have some fun but I'm still chained by schoolwork wherever I go.

This is torture and the noises of students chattering in the Great Hall is not helping.

It's just adding more fuel to my headache.

I sigh and placed my hand on my forehead while keeping a wide eyed look at the parchment, trying to stay awake and to not get lazy at doing this essay since tomorrow is the damn deadline.

After this, I'm going to do my Charms project along with Pucey's, that little cunt.

"(Y/N)," I heard a feminine voice calling behind me. I internally screeched because I don't want anyone to bother me right now, not while I'm stressing into doing this goddamn essay.

"I am slowly dying, everything is torture and I need to finish this essay without any delay. Good evening, random person and please tell me what you want immediately." I turned around, frowning deeply while keeping up a very tired tone of voice.

I think even my face looks so haggard.

Hermione stood there, paralyzed. She smiled nervously, keeping her brown eyes on my surprised yet tired figure before taking a step back shakily as if she is so afraid of me.

"Hermione, no! I'm sorry! I'm just very tired; I didn't mean to scare you!" I exclaimed, also panicking because Hermione might start to stay away from me.

She frowns in concern, taking a step towards me while taking a peek at my pile of books, two opened books in Potions and Charms and a roll of parchment, still unfinished.

"I was about to ask you if you could come to our table for a while but if you're busy, we can just talk tomorrow." She smiles nervously with a shrug.

With that, my body felt awake as I stood up almost instantaneously.

"Yeah, sure. I can come." I nod with a smile. Hermione's smile softened when she saw that I'm finally back to my normal enthusiastic self.

Not that I'm always enthusiastic though.

I turned around and faced Draco, who's sitting right across me. For some reason, I notice that Draco always sits near to me.

I don't know if it's just a coincidence but it's just weird.

"Hey, Draco. Could you take care of my stuff for a while?" He looked up and glanced over at the girl behind me.

I could see a little bit of resentment on his face but they immediately softened and returned back to his normal bored look.

"I could." Draco nodded and I smile at him appreciatively, turning my attention back to Hermione and signaling her to lead the way.

"Hey, (Y/N). Is Malfoy always like that?" She asked, turning to look at me.

I hum confusingly, not understanding what Hermione is trying to say.

"What do you mean?" I ask the female Gryffindor. She placed her hands behind her back while looking up to the bewitched ceiling of the Great Hall.

"I mean, he always looks so angry and grumpy when he sees that someone is accompanying you. I'm sure you noticed the look that he had for me when he saw me standing behind you just a while ago." Hermione explained and I'm still confused.

I never really noticed Draco's attitude to other people before but I do know him well enough to know that he always acts like a prick to everyone else. I'm no exception.

But I can't deny, I did notice the odd aggressive look that he had for Hermione.

It could just be a coincidence since Draco clearly hates muggleborns and Gryffindors in general.

I shrug, placing my hands inside my pockets.

"I'm not so sure; he's always mean to everyone else so I don't think there's a problem. That's just how Draco is." I told her my opinion and although Hermione doesn't buy it, judging from the look on her face, I stood my ground and think that it's just Draco being Draco.

"Besides, he doesn't like Gryffindors and muggleborns so I think that's why he gave you that... angry look." I added, in order to support my opinion.

Hermione hums understandingly and it seems like she somewhat agrees.

As soon as I reached the Gryffindor table, I was immediately greeted by two identical looking students popping up in my face.

I shrieked and jumped back, my heart thumping loudly because of that sudden surprise.

"You two, stop it! You're scaring them!" Hermione scolded at the two third year boys with her hands on her hips.

She's literally the second Mrs. Weasley if Mrs. Weasley is not around.

It took me a while to realize that it's just Fred and George, the mischievous Weasley twins.

Merlin, I'd completely forgotten about them but now that they're right in my face, I smile and laugh along with them.

The twins laughed, enjoying my scared reaction. "So you're the infamous (Y/N) Rosewood!" Fred spoke up, walking closer towards me.

Don't underestimate me, son; I've done enough research to know that you're Fred and the other one is George.

"I'm George, nice to meet you, Rosewood!" Fred, or as he calls himself 'George', introduced himself as he bowed down with his right hand on his chest, trying to act all formal and all that.

"That bloke over there is my brother, Fred." 'George' said, pointing to the real George behind him with his thumb.

The real George laughs and walks towards me until he's beside Fred. Real George rests his arm on Fred's shoulder and throws me a smirk.

"Here's a fun little test that you can answer, Rosewood." Real George said, his smirk widening as he looked at me as if he was trying to observe me and how I would act.

In the corner of my eye, Hermione sighs in annoyance and takes a step forward.

"Look boys, we're really busy so do you mind if-"

"Nuh-uh, Granger!" Fred, impersonating as George, smirks like his brother while waving his pointy finger.

Hermione silently groaned and I just chuckle, finding this scene quite amusing.

"We need to know if a Slytherin is cut out to sit in the Gryffindor table," Real George turns to look at Hermione, who's already having an annoyed look on her face.

"or if we can trust them enough to be our little friend!" Real Fred finishes real George's sentence, also looking at Hermione as he crossed his arms.

To be honest, I feel a little bit offended because of what they just said but it's just how they are so I shouldn't complain.

I don't think I've done anything that will make the Gryffindors trust me either. I mean, I had an argument with Ron so...

"So, little miss/mr seer." Real George started, putting the twins' attention back on me.

"Are your rumored powers enough to see which one of us is the real Fred and George?" Real Fred continues real George's words, grinning at my deadpan face since I already know who they are.

Being an obsessed Harry Potter fan is a blessing in this situation.

"Just to let you know, I'm not an actual seer or a clairvoyant or whatever you guys refer me as. If I was, I would've made some business here in Hogwarts for some fortune telling." I clear up some confirmation the twins while laughing, breaking my deadpan face, and waving my hand around.

The twins looked at each other for a while and then laughed as well.

"Fred, this Slytherin is quite funny." Real Fred said after he finished laughing.

"I agree, George. I like them already." Real George added and I feel flustered that the Weasley twins are, somewhat, complimenting me.

I turn to my side and see Hermione face palming and giving me an apologetic look. I gave her a nervous smile to tell her that I don't mind.

"So," Real George's voice made me look back at the twins, ready for whatever they're going to throw at my face. The Weasley twins leaned closer to me with their mischievous smirks as wide as ever.

"Can you tell which one of us are the real Fred and George?" Real Fred asks and finishes real George's question. I take one final good look at the Weasley twins with a smile, confirming my suspicions that they are, indeed, switched.

"You're Fred." I pointed towards the real Fred, who blinked in surprise when I started to speak up. 

"You're George." I pointed towards the real George, who also replicated the same surprised look that his twin brother has. 

I kept my smile and it widened when the twins looked at each other for a moment, seemingly talking to each other telepathically.

I mean, all twins do that right? Talking telepathically?

"How curious, Freddie." Real George, who finally revealed his true identity, gave me a smile of acknowledgement, releasing his arm from Fred's shoulder and placing his hands inside his pockets. 

"It seems like the little snake found out about our switch up." George continued. Fred nodded in agreement, tilting his head to the side and giving me a side smile.

"I'm impressed, Georgie; not everyone can guess correctly on their first try." As Fred said that, I turned to look at Hermione to see if she's still alive from all of that little game that the twins gave me. 

To my relief, the brown haired female is still there and she seemed to sigh in relief, probably because I was able to guess correctly and can finally take a seat at the Gryffindor table to talk.

"Alright, now that they did your little game or whatever, can we go now? We're really busy!" Hermione rushed out and grabbed my hand, intertwining it with her's. 

I blush softly since no one, except Alem, had held my hand before. How interesting of me to blush because a girl held my hand. 

Just shows how bleak my life is in the real world.

Before the twins could even answer Hermione's question, she already dragged me away from them. I was startled for a little bit since I didn't expect her to just drag me off like that. 

It's kinda rude to just stow away from a conversation.

"One final question, Rosewood." Fred's voice caused me turn back and halt Hermione to a stop. 

"Are we the better twins in the school?" George laughed and I stopped to think for a while before shooting them a mischievous smirk with my (E/C) eyes slightly narrowed.

"You wish; although I already like you two, Alem and I are easily the best twins in the school." The Weasley twins hummed softly understandingly. 

I'm pretty bias but eh, I gotta defend my bro every once in a while.

Once again, before the twins could say something about my bias ass, Hermione already dragged me away from them once more. 

She must really be impatient or just really annoyed that the twins keep standing in our way. This must be a pretty important issue if she has no time to joke around but then again, does Hermione even joke around?

I'm already guessing that this is something about Fluffy.

Well, time to act as if I don't know anything again.

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As the (H/C) haired girl/boy left the Slytherin table, Draco flicked his eyes over to their messy stuff. Few books are stacked to the side while two books, Potions and Charms, are left wide open beside the unfinished essay. Their red quill was left inserted inside the inkwell which slightly triggered Draco but he sighed deeply and tried to ignore it.

He was about to return his attention back to his own works but his eyes caught something shining because of the light in the Great Hall inside (Y/N) opened bag. 

Draco internally facepalmed, thinking why they had left their bag open when they were going somewhere. Well, he's going to look after their stuff but this stupidity is just over the charts.

In a closer look, Draco could see that the thing that was reflecting light is a small shiny lock. He tilted his head to the side, curious as to why (Y/N) has a lock inside their bag. 

As the platinum blonde haired boy stood up and tried to grab their bag from his seat with his short arms, he earned a curious and suspicious look from his seat mates.

"Hey, Malfoy. What are you doing with Rosewood's bag?" His right seat mate, Millicent Bulstrode, glanced over at (Y/N)'s opened bag and back at Draco for his reply. 

"They asked me to look after it." He briefly answered the girl, not wanting to talk to her any longer.

"Merlin, this is the perfect chance to see if they have any embarrassing stuff inside their bag!" Pansy exclaims excitedly, leaning closer to Draco while peering inside the Rosewood's opened bag. 

The platinum blonde haired boy grumbled silently, wanting to just shove Parkinson away from him for getting so close.

Before Pansy could grab anything from the bag, Draco pulled it away from her and discreetly grabbed the item where the lock is being inserted in as he did so. 

He made sure that he hid it underneath (Y/N)'s bag so they wouldn't be able to see anything.

"That's invading privacy, Parkinson." Draco told the dark haired girl, who frowned and seemed to disapprove of her crush's actions.

Pansy leaned away from Draco while crossing her arms. 

Although Draco could see that she didn't like what he had just done and said, he couldn't care less about what Pansy thinks. 

She's nothing to him.

Pansy opened her mouth to speak and retaliate because of Draco's actions but she immediately kept them shut when she noticed how protective he holds (Y/N)'s bag; his grip on the sides of the bag is unusually tight and yet from the way his fingers are curled around it makes it look like he's comfortable holding it, even. 

The dark haired Slytherin girl bit her lip, anger and jealousy flooding through her mind as she began to think of (Y/N) and Draco talking cheerfully to each other with the possibility of them ending up with her crush.

She's not going to accept that.

"Dracy, you don't like Rosewood, do you?" She asked, her hair covering most of her eyes while Draco sweat dropped at Pansy's question. 

He fully knows that if he's being obvious about his little feelings for (Y/N), Pansy would immediately tell his father.

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"They're a blood traitor; a disgrace to the Sacred Twenty-Nine despite being a pureblood family for generations." Pansy added, a nervous yet fearful expression on her face.

Draco leaned away as he was starting to get creeped out of Pansy's unusual behavior. 

Sure, Pansy's family is also part of the Sacred Twenty-Nine but that doesn't give him a reason to like her just because she is.

He doesn't like her anyway.

"I don't. I'm only being friends with them b-because," He stuttered, thinking of a reasonable excuse to convince the dark haired Slytherin girl to not write a letter to his father and suspect him of anything.

"They're going to prove themselves useful once the time... comes." Draco lied but also felt guilt and shame for saying this.

He's making it sound like he's only using them although he really isn't.

He's not that kind of person when it comes to this.

Pansy, who was easily convinced, turned to look up at Draco with a huge smile and a happy glow shining on her eyes. 

"I knew it; that's one of the things that make you great, Draco." She grinned while Draco is already planning how to get rid of this guilt that's eating him up. 

He can't believe he just avoided trying to dig himself a hole by lying and partially bad mouthing (Y/N) even though they just made up with him a few nights ago.

"No, if they don't know... it's fine." He reassures himself as he felt his fingertips touching a rectangular object underneath (Y/N)'s bag, which is the item that he snatched out of the bag right after Pansy was trying to take a look inside.

Draco felt a cold, metallic object touch his fingers and it made a soft jingling sound which made him assume that it's the lock.

Judging from the rectangular shape, Draco thinks that this might be a diary.

He smiles deeply, taking this chance as a way of getting to know more about (Y/N) but it's fine, right?

Soon, this little crush of his will disappear and the information that he's gathered about (Y/N) will eventually become irrelevant to him and everything that's ever happened in his first year will appear as if nothing had really happened,

right?

»»————-　♡　————-««

"I apologize, Potter but I don't think that Professor Snape is after that item you're talking about." I drowsily interfere with everyone's assumptions as to why Snape is the one who's trying to get past Fluffy, that three headed dog that we saw last month.

"And what makes you so sure?" Harry turns to look at me with narrowed eyes, completely hell bent on trying to prove me wrong.

Hermione and Ron seems to be convinced that the suspect is the head of the Slytherin house as well.

Can I blame them? Snape always has this deadpan attitude and he just embarrassed Harry on his first Potions class.

Not to mention that he's always mean to Gryffindors, specifically the golden trio. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that I'd believe them too.

"First of all, if you're after an item that's lying underneath a well-guarded trapdoor, don't you think that you should be more careful about being obvious to everyone? Especially on the appointed staff who specifically said that the third floor is forbidden?" I began, stirring my pumpkin juice and keeping my (E/C) eyes on the swirling colored water in the glass.

"Second of all, Snape has been in Hogwarts for a very long time. Not as long as Professor McGonagall, of course but you get my point. I am sure that Dumbledore trusts him enough that he's been appointed as the head of the Slytherin house and is also one of the staffs that are appointed to guard that trapdoor. I am assuming that because if what you said is true, Harry, about Flich tending to Snape's wound on the leg, Filch wouldn't have reported to Dumbledore that Snape was injured because of that dog." I added and then stopped stirring my juice, grabbing the glass and bringing it closer to my lips as I eyed all three of them, who started to look skeptical of what little information they have about this.

"If I have to give my thoughts on who's more likely to be the person who's doing all this," I place my glass down after I took a little sip from it.

"I'm betting my galleons on Professor Quirrell." When I said that, I could see Ron doing a little scoff but I pretended as if I hadn't seen him do that.

Like Ron, confusion and denial was visible in Harry and Hermione's eyes.

Yeah, it was too far of me to assume Professor Quirrell immediately if I don't have any proof to show them. 

"It can't be Professor Quirrell! He's one of the nicest professors in the school besides Professor Sprout!" I made a loud, obnoxious laugh inside my head when Hermione said that and of course she picked the head of the Hufflepuff house as one of the kindest professors here in Hogwarts; she's a Hufflepuff for god's sake.

"Did you know that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, Mione?" I take another sip from my pumpkin juice. Hermione silenced herself, looking down on her plate while contemplating certain things to see if I'm right.

"It's Snape. I can't think of anyone else who would try to get past that dog, even Percy said that he's been after Quirrell's job for years, didn't he?" Ron defends Harry's speculation and as expected, the raven haired boy nodded in agreement with his red haired friend.

"Just to clarify, Quirrell has only been a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for a year, specifically, this year. Before this, he taught Muggle Studies for far longer than DADA although he is quite adept with defensive magic before he was even a DADA teacher." I told the three Gryffindors, placing my half empty glass of pumpkin juice back in the table. 

Ron didn't say anything after that and I'm sure he's thinking a lot of comebacks and refute for my accusation that Quirrell is the mastermind.

"Besides, he is a Ravenclaw; they are intelligent and are capable of creating a red herring so people can believe them although I think that's more of a Slytherin trait," I smile gently, resting my head on the palm of my hand while enjoying their debating looks.

"Right, Weasley?" Glancing over at the red haired boy who got startled at the mention of his name, I made sure that my tone of voice meant that I still haven't forgotten that thing he said to me on Halloween.

I know I said that he shouldn't go and talk to me but since we are in the Great Hall and in the Gryffindor table, it'd be a problem if I caused a commotion here.

"Where do you get all of these information?" Hermione, who looked at us and Ron for a short while since she suspect that something happened between the two of us, asks while giving me a curious and confused face.

"If you have certain connections with other people, you'll get to know these things quite easily." I lied, obviously while taking another sip from my pumpkin juice. 

"But of course, this is just my speculation; it might be Quirrell or it might be Snape. There aren't any right answers as of this moment so we can't be too sure just yet." As I took one final gulp from my juice, I sigh in satisfaction and placed the glass back to the table while licking my lips.

"Also, tomorrow is the match between Gryffindor and Slytherin, right? Are you sure that we should be discussing this instead of Potter preparing himself for tomorrow?" Smiling innocently, I stand up and is getting ready to take my leave since I still have an unfinished essay to go through.

"We can continue talking more about this tomorrow, after the match. For now, let's get some rest since Potter is going to need a lot of his strength for tomorrow." The three Gryffindors stayed silent until Hermione nodded in agreement, glancing over at the two male Gryffindors.

"(Y/N) is right; we can continue this tomorrow." The brown haired girl briefly said. While Harry and Ron looked disappointed and frustrated that they weren't able to find anything wrong about my speculation that Quirrell is the master mind, I continued to ignore their faces and stretched my arms.

"Alright, good night, Hermione. Good luck for tomorrow as well, Potter." I waved the two a goodbye except Ron because I don't want to greet him a good night. 

I kept my condition and wouldn't acknowledge him unless I absolutely need to.

I already walked back to the Slytherin table before any of them could speak a word.

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As (Y/N) walked away, Ron felt irritated that they were throwing shade and didn't even greet him a good night. 

Of course, it's his fault and he should be the one who's going to fix it but his Gryffindor pride won't allow him to do that. 

He thinks that it has to be (Y/N) who should be apologizing to him since they were the first one to start this anyway.

The red haired boy sighed in defeat and stood up, ready to go back to the Gryffindor common room until he felt a hand circle around his wrist. 

"You are going to stay for a while." He looked down and saw Hermione look up to him with narrowed brown eyes, giving him a mixed look of skepticism and anger.

"What do you need me for?" Ron grumbled and sat back down, placing his hands inside his pockets while impatiently waiting for whatever Hermione wants from him. 

"What is going on between you and (Y/N)?" She asked and Ron felt his breath hitch when she asked him that. 

He doesn't want to tell her what happened since Hermione is partially the reason why they are ignoring and hating each other right now but mostly because he was being a prick and insulted (Y/N).

Harry, who had heard Hermione's question, sweat dropped and immediately but shakily stood up from his seat. 

"I'm really tired so I'm going ahead. I need to be up early for tomorrow to do some final checks in our strategy and if I'm late, Wood will not take it very--" The raven haired boy was already creeping away from Ron, who was sending him a glance of desperation. 

Before he could get far though, Hermione also grabbed his wrist.

"No, you're staying as well. You two are acting very suspicious." She pulled Harry back to his seat and observed the nervous faces that the two male Gryffindors have.

"Alright, spit it out." Hermione said, crossing her arms while waiting for a response. 

Harry and Ron didn't know what to say since they don't want to tell her the issue that Ron has with (Y/N).

But neither of them will be able to escape once Hermione has her eyes on them for a small yet serious interrogation.

So with a sigh of defeat, Ron opened his mouth to tell Hermione the truth. 

"I basically insulted them because they confronted me after you ran off that Halloween. Now, they're extremely furious and doesn't even want to talk to me." As he finished explaining, Hermione's eyes flared with anger that it scared Ron.

An angry Alem is one thing but an angry Hermione is someone who you don't want to witness.

"You did what!?" She exclaimed and flicked her eyes towards Harry, who's looking away from her. 

"And you were there but you didn't do anything to stop him?" Harry looked offended when Hermione asked him that. 

Since when was it his job to supervise Ron whenever he does something wrong?

"For your information, I did try to pull him away but he didn't listen." Harry rolled his eyes while Hermione squinted her's, not liking Harry's tone and the way he's acting. 

He is equally guilty if he feels the need to avoid Hermione and the topic itself.

Hermione sighed in anger, returning her attention back to Ron. 

"Considering that (Y/N) was acting very stern towards you, I assume that you haven't apologized to them yet?" The question made Ron angry; if (Y/N) was the one who confronted him first, why should he apologize for it?

"I haven't because they haven't yet." Hermione was appalled when Ron answered her question. She slammed her hands on the table and scowled angrily at the red haired boy.

"Ronald, even if (Y/N) confronted you first, you were the one who hurt their feelings and took it too far by insulting them! Besides, they confronted you because they were trying to defend me and what's wrong with that!?" The brown haired girl exclaimed and nearly yelled at the redhead, who looked down with a slight shame on his conscience.

When Ron hadn't replied to Hermione, she huffed angrily and stood up from her seat. Her face loosened and she wasn't scowling anymore although she does look concerned and worried since she doesn't want (Y/N) and Ron to fight any longer.

"I want you to realize the difference between defending yourself and just straight up insulting someone while hurting their feelings just in case if you're thinking that your actions are justified." Hermione turns around, adjusting her uniform and dusting off any dirt she may have gotten on her skirt.

"After that, I want you to apologize to (Y/N). If you would just take a moment to put your house prejudices and see that they aren't like the rest of the Slytherins like Malfoy, I'm sure you two will be great friends." She sends Ron a smile by peering through her shoulder. Ron raised his head to face his fellow Gryffindor's smiling face.

Harry didn't say a word throughout the whole sermon from Hermione but he kept thinking about her words; how (Y/N) really is quite different from the other Slytherins. 

He doesn't know much about the houses and was only told that Slytherins are "evil" and the house where dark wizards and witches usually come from but (Y/N)... is making him change his perspective.

"Good night, Ron." She briefly greets Ron a good night before turning to look at Harry with the same smile on her face. 

"You should get some rest too, Harry. You said that you're going to be early tomorrow, didn't you?" Hermione chuckles before walking away from the two boys, who were in deep thinking if (Y/N) really is as kind as Hermione describes them as.

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I cried happily as I held up my parchment in glory. I almost had the urge to kiss the parchment but I held myself back as I stood up and jumped around for a second while squealing happily.

"Merlin's beard, (Y/N). It's like, 11 PM; keep it down." Alem mumbled underneath his blanket as he was moving around, trying to sleep while I'm being extremely noisy. 

I scoffed at Alem's lying figure on his bed placing my parchment on my desk carefully like its a precious treasure that shouldn't be tainted by anyone.

"You're so weird, sleeping before 12 AM. I mean, who even does that nowadays?" I began to twist the inkwell's cap close and then wiping the tip of my red quill with that blank paper, that Quirrell gave me a few months ago, since I couldn't find a tissue so when I put it back inside my bag, it wouldn't stain any of my books or the insides of my bag.

"Uh, everyone and you're the one who's being weird, sleeping at 1 AM. I'll have you know that sleeping late is bad for your health." I heard Alem remove his blanket from his body on his bed while I rolled my parchment when I made sure that the ink is already dry.

"Psh, my health doesn't care about me so I have no reason to take care of it as well." Stretching my arms, I gave out a small satisfying groan before jumping on my bed. 

I bounced a little bit from the impact while I grabbed my pillows and hugged them tightly.

I smile in satisfaction at the soft and fluffy texture of the pillow. My body agreed and began to ease itself on my bed as I sprawled my legs out while hugging my pillow close to my chest.

"You're really weird." Alem commented before he engulfed his body again with his blanket. I swear, he does this so often that I find it amazing; how the hell does he manage to breathe so well without having to remove his blanket away from his face just to take a whiff of fresh air?

In the midst of thinking some random thoughts like how does flying feels like, I managed to fall asleep but didn't have any trouble sleeping since I felt relieved that I managed to finish that goddamn essay on time.

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The next morning, I felt refreshed and ready to watch my first Quidditch match ever since I came in this world. 

I felt even more refreshed when I saw Cedric in the Hufflepuff table, smiling and waving at me. Of course, I blushed softly and returned his morning wave.

Damn, I was supposed to protect Cedric in my fourth year but I'm already blushing and catching feelings for him in my first year.

"Someone looks happy this morning." Alem chuckles while grabbing a toast from the table and taking a bite out of it. 

"Is it because Diggory-" I immediately slapped another toast inside his mouth while he was still chewing with a smiling angry look on my face.

"Have another toast, brother!" I cut him off. Alem desperately tried to get my hand out of his mouth, clawing it in the process but I didn't feel any pain from his short ass nails.

"Momph mphit! (stop it!)" He tried to speak and I eventually placed my hand away from his mouth, smiling happily and keeping my cheerful attitude in the morning. 

I could hear Alem coughing and gagging but I just grabbed another toast and took a bite as well.

"Good morning, Rosewood!" An annoyingly familiar voice caused me to stop chewing and when I processed on who that voice belongs to, my shoulders slumped and my cheerful attitude disappeared and instead replaced it with an annoyed look. 

I started to bite out of my toast aggressively as I turned around to face that annoying third year chaser.

Adrian Pucey, who's already using his Quidditch gear, gave me a toothy grin. I wanted to punch him in the face and knock his teeth out.

I didn't say anything to him and just kept my loathsome gaze on his happy-go-lucky attitude while I kept biting and chewing my toast aggressively.

"Aren't you going to wish me good luck?" He pouts and I narrowed my eyes, huffing angrily. 

"I don't have to wish you anything except I wish that you'll fail miserably in today's game." I turned around as I finished my first toast. 

I heard Pucey laughing behind me, ignoring my sneer and my hurtful words like it doesn't matter to him if I act mean to him or not.

"Ah, I see, I see! I hope that I'll do my best today as well!" An irk mark appeared in my forehead and was about to throw the toast that I just got from the table towards him but he laughs once more and immediately ran to the far end of the table.

I huff angrily as if steam was coming out of my nose. Alem couldn't help but laugh and he laughed harder when I shot him a threatening glare.

In the distance, a hoot of an owl caught our attention. We all looked up to the ceiling and even though the owl is far away, the item that it's carrying is very eye-catching; it's very long and quite big to be a normal package.

If I squint my eyes hard enough, I could see that it's Hedwig, flying down towards the Gryffindor table and dropping the gift in front of the raven haired boy. 

We were all looking at Harry, wondering what kind of gift he had gotten but I just poured myself a glass of apple juice since I already know what it is anyway.

I heard a gasp coming out of Alem's mouth and it startled me; I almost dropped my apple juice. 

"The hell are you gasping for?" I ask him while taking a sip from my apple juice.

"Potter's got a Nimbus 2000!" He whispered close to me as he frowns and rested his hand on his hand. 

"Lucky him; he's the only first year in our batch who's been able to ride a broom, a good broom at that, and enter a Quidditch team, as a seeker, mind you." He picks his food with his fork, stabbing some mushrooms in his plate.

"Stop picking on your food." I sigh and continued to drink, not caring if Harry is getting obvious favoritism from Dumbledore. I mean, what did we expect, honestly?

After a while of eating and talking to my brother, another hooting sound can be heard from the distance. 

Only this time, there were multiple hoots from multiple owls. I look up and before I can even identify if our family owl, Walter, is coming towards us, an owl dropped itself in front of me.

I shriek and almost dropped my third glass of apple juice, again. When I examined the owl that stood in front of me, I was confused because,

It looked nothing like Walter.

Who the heck is this?

The owl had hazel brown feathers with black spots around his wing and his back. His large greenish eyes almost bore itself in my soul but I found it cute, to be honest. He looks very well groomed as well. The owl had a clean white envelope on its beak.

"Oh, Garrett. Good morning!" Alem chuckles and pats the owl, named Garrett, on his head. Garrett coos softly in his hand while he closed his eyes, enjoying Alem's pats. 

It must be Alem's owl, considering how happy he looks while patting his head.

"How the hell does this boy know the owls that end up in my seat?" I sweat drop as my brother retracted his hand away from Garrett's head. 

The owl turned its head towards me before walking with his small, short talons.

I extended my hand out in front of Garrett and when I did, the hazel brown owl dropped the envelope in my hands. 

Garrett hoots happily and cuddles with my arm that I used to extend my hand out.

I was surprised but happy nonetheless since this is the first owl that's ever snuggled up to me. My happiness meter this morning increased as I rubbed Garrett's neck, who seemed to enjoy it because of his low satisfying sounds that's vibrating through his neck.

"It's weird how Garrett likes you but Walter doesn't." Alem chuckles as I retracted my hand when Garrett stepped away and began to spread his wings, ready to fly away from us. 

"Garrett is better than Walter." I briefly stated as I opened the envelope, gently ripping off the familiar yellow seal that's extremely identical to the seal from the last letter that our mother sent us.

"Oh, it's mum." I blinked, only realizing that the yellow seal could symbolize the fact that our mother is a Hufflepuff and our father is a Ravenclaw. 

She did mention that she had a bet with our father; me being a Hufflepuff and Alem being a Ravenclaw while father's bet was vice versa.

Come to think of it, she also did mention that Alem had an owl and I technically used his owl to reply to that letter that our mother sent us a few months ago but to be fair, I've never seen the Owlery and Alem was the one who had to deliver it.

It's weird how she only replied now; she must be very busy with her work. Ministry work must be very exhausting if the letter has only been sent today.

Either that or Garrett is just slow at delivering letters.

Summarizing my letter that I replied to our mother a few months ago; I basically told her that we're doing fine and that Alem is doing really great at school. I made new friends; Harry, Ron and Hermione, although they really weren't my friends that time. My relationship with Draco is... okay but I didn't tell her anything else than that since I started ignoring him at that time.

Of course, I didn't tell her about my "memory loss". 

I might get pulled out of Hogwarts because of my Hufflepuff mother because she might be worried that something happened to me.

Would my Ravenclaw father even believe me if I said that, though?

Alem nods in acknowledgement and didn't say anything further since the letter is addressed to me anyway. 

I retrieve the letter from the envelope and gently placed the opened letter beside me while unfolding the neatly folded letter.

The familiar handwriting immediately greeted me, making me stop whatever I'm doing, like drinking my apple juice, and read it.

Dearest (Y/N),
 Hello, dear! I apologize if I haven't replied as soon as I can. As you can already tell, your father and I are very busy and I suppose I should tell you something regarding of the upcoming Christmas break,

Since Ministry is somewhat getting a break for Christmas, our department suddenly got an urgent call to go to America to help them with a certain project. What kind of project that is, I'm not too sure myself but it seems that we will be gone again for another month or so, considering that America is quite far from London plus all the work.

Which means that we will not be home for Christmas break. I sincerely apologize for disappointing you, (Y/N) and I tried my hardest to spare, at least a day, to spend Christmas with all of us together as a family because I also miss you and your brother so much!

Of course, you have the option to go spend the Christmas break with your friend, Zeke. You know, that boy that you like who lives across the street and I assume that you are going to deny this claim so I should already tell you that your feelings for Zeke is very obvious.

But if you are going to spend Christmas there in Hogwarts, please let me know and write me a letter. Although I don't reply as fast as I should be, I still acknowledge them and read them.

I have already bought gifts right before we left for America. There are also gifts for your friends so make sure that they receive it. I also bought some gift for Malfoy's son since you and him are in good terms. I'm really happy that you've managed to make friends with Gryffindors; you weren't letting that house prejudice get in your mind. Always be kind to them, (Y/N)! Being straightforward and mean is why you only had one friend in your entire childhood.

Wallace will send them consecutively from the residence itself using Walter. We've left him there so Wallace can also send you a letter and a gift of his own. Expect the gifts to be sent right before Christmas. Also, if you try to open them right before Christmas, I'll know so don't even think about it.

Anyway, advanced Merry Christmas, you two! I hope you are enjoying your first year in Hogwarts! You will tell me all about it once you're back home for summer, alright?

Love, Mother.

Of course I understood that my parents are working very hard right now. Besides, I'm used to being alone anyway but I'm sure Alem's on a different page although he will also understand that our parents are very busy and can't spend Christmas with us.

And while this letter is wholesome; my mother buying gifts for us and for Harry, Ron, Hermione and Draco because they're my friends... somewhat, the only question that I have in my mind after reading it was;

Who the fuck is Zeke and Wallace?

"Hey, Alem," I grab his attention while placing the letter back inside the envelope. Alem hums, indicating that I have his attention. 

"Who's Zeke and Wallace?" I ask while grabbing some cupcake from a tray and taking a bite out of it.

Honestly, me just eating random food in the table is the reason why I'm so out of shape.

Alem stopped whatever he's doing, reading probably, and turned to look at me with his eyebrow raised. 

"Did mum mention both of them?" He asks, flicking his eyes over to the letter and beckoning for me to give it to him.

I oblige, handing him the letter and then taking a bite out of my cupcake. 

"Also, Zeke is a muggle boy who we've been friends with since his family moved across the street five years ago. Wallace is our family butler and he has always been in our household since we were born." His words trailed off the more he kept reading the letter but I understood his explanation and my mouth formed an 'o' as I came to a certain realization.

Wait, since when did I have a butler and a muggle friend?

A friend who I, supposedly, like?

Alem silently read the letter and even after reading it, he was silent. He didn't say anything as he folded the letter and placed it back inside the envelope, closing it in the process. 

"Are you alright?" I ask, watching Alem stand up from his seat. He gives me a sad smile, his eyes that bore the same color as mine showing visible sadness.

Was he sad that we weren't able to come home and spend Christmas with our parents?

"Let's go to the field. The game might be starting already." I couldn't do anything but stare as he started to walk away from the table and towards the front door of the Great Hall. 

When I realized that Alem was serious about leaving me behind, I stood up hastily and quickly fixed my Slytherin scarf while running to catch up to my brother, who didn't even take a minute to look back and realize that he's already leaving me behind.

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As I stood on the Slytherin stand beside Alem, I crossed my arms while the tension and the prejudice that the Gryffindors and Slytherins almost wanting me to choke myself because of the way that Slytherins are sneering at the Gryffindors.

"This is stupid." I mumbled, addressing the tension between the two houses while bringing my scarf up to my mouth while glancing down at the green, empty field which would soon have the players in it.

The loud cheers from the two houses will surely leave me deaf by the end of the game. Why are they cheering so loudly as if it's a competition just to see who cheers louder?

My shoulders being squeezed from left and right is already draining my cheerful attitude from this morning. Salazar, I hate crowded places and I'm starting to think that coming here was a mistake.

The Gryffindor's cheered loudly once the Gryffindor team stepped out with their brooms held on their hands. 

Looking from a distance, you could really tell that Harry is fancy with his broom even though this is his first game. 

Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor team captain, was the one in front which makes sense... because he's the captain?

Behind Wood is Harry, the team's seeker, holding his Nimbus 2000 and a visible look of anxiety spread across his face. 

I can hear the sound of boos from my stand and I wanted nothing more than to use a silencing hex on them because booing a different team is stupid and only makes you more of an idiot.

In the team, I could also see Fred and George, the team's beater with Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell, the team's chasers.

I'm very proud of myself for remembering the names of the Gryffindor Quidditch team's players. I do know the names from my team but eh, I don't know if I'm right about it, to be honest.

On cue, the Slytherins cheered loudly once our team stepped out from the opposite side of the pitch with their green and silver colored Quidditch uniforms. 

I pressed my hands over my ears so I can, at least, prevent myself for getting deaf due to the loud shrieking in the Quidditch pitch.

Marcus Flint, a chaser and the captain of the team was in front. He's looking at the Gryffindor team with such hate already. I rolled my eyes at this, pulling my scarf closer to my mouth as I did so.

Terrence Higgs, the seeker of the team was behind Flint. Behind the seeker, Derrick (as Lee Jordan only called him as) and Bole, the beaters, walked proudly towards the center of the pitch. The last member of the team and the last in line is Miles Bletchley, the keeper of the team.

I am silently rooting for Gryffindor since Gryffindor is going to win anyways and Slytherin deserved its loss because of Flint hitting a bludger right at Wood's face. That was a foul play, how did Madam Hooch not disqualify this poor excuse of a chaser?

He had no sportsmanship at all.

Everyone mounts on their brooms and began to zoom around the pitch, signalling the beginning of the first Quidditch match this season.

"Hello, and welcome to Hogwarts' first Quidditch game of the season!" The commentator, Lee Jordan, exclaims and earns another set of cheers from the two houses. 

"Today's game; Slytherin versus Gryffindor!" The male Gryffindor added while I silently cheered for Gryffindor while hiding my face with my scarf. This is a habit of mine so don't judge me.

After a while of the players flying around the pitch like a bunch of mosquitoes, they eventually take their positions at the center of the pitch in a circle. 

Most of the students silenced themselves while some are still cheering for their teams.

Harry and Higgs take their positions as well, higher than most of their teammates since they're the seekers. 

Higgs' dislike for Harry is quite visible when he's looking at the raven haired boy with a smirk, thinking that the Slytherin team will win this because this is Harry's first game.

"The players take their positions as Madam Hooch steps out onto the field to begin the game." Lee Jordan says, our eyes on the field where Madam Hooch walked into. 

Once the flying teacher is underneath the flying Quidditch players, she sets the trunk down to the grass.

She looked up to the players for a moment, probably saying something before the game starts. After a while, Madam Hooch kicks the trunk open. 

"The bludgers are up... followed by the golden snitch!" The bludgers zoom out of the trunk quite aggressively while the golden snitch flies out after, circling around the trunk for a moment before dashing off into a random direction around the field. 

"Remember, the snitch is worth 150 points; the seeker who catches the snitch ends the game." Lee Jordan explains, earning another chant from the Gryffindor stand for Harry to encourage him.

Madam Hooch crouches down to grab the quaffle from the trunk, which is the last 'ball' left in the trunk to start the game. 

"The quaffle is released," She throws the quaffle up in the air and in an instant, Angelina Johnson grabs the quaffle, which makes Gryffindor take possession of it.

"And the game begins!" Jordan exclaims as Angelina zooms past the Slytherin team. The players immediately scattered and the Slytherin chaser team tries to take the quaffle back from Angelina.

"Bets on Slytherin winning this game." Alem leans closer to my ear and I certainly did not expect that.

I yelped and stepped away from my brother. After I calmed down, I smile at him and nod, taking his bet.

"Alright, I'm in Gryffindor with this one then." We both turned our attention back to the game and it was at that moment where Angelina threw the quaffle to one of the hoops in the Slytherin's side.

A ding can be heard, indicating that Angelina had scored for the Gryffindor team. Because of this, the Gryffindor stand claps and cheers for the first score that the team has.

"Angelina Johnson scores! 10 points for Gryffindor!" Lee Jordan announces while the Slytherin stand is groaning, disappointed that our house didn't score first.

While Harry was clapping, happy that Gryffindor scored first, a bludger was zooming right towards him. Luckily for the raven haired boy, he was able to dodge it as he flew to the side instantaneously to avoid getting hit.

"Slytherin takes possession of the quaffle," Pucey holds the quaffle in his arms while looking behind him to see if any chasers or bludgers from the Gryffindor team is chasing after him.

When Alicia Spinnet is right on his broom's tail, Pucey threw the quaffle towards Flint in order to throw the female chaser off.

"Pucey passes to Captain Marcus Flint," While the quaffle is in possession of our dingus captain, he did his best to avoid and dodge any of the chasers and bludgers that were coming right on his way. I have to admit; Flint is good at dodging.

When Flint is right near the Gryffindor's side of the field, he throws the quaffle towards a hoop but unfortunately for him, Oliver Wood manages to kick the quaffle away from the hoop with his broom which is very clever of him.

The Gryffindor captain seemingly smirks as the Slytherin captain sends him a glare for disrupting his score.

"Gryffindor is now taking possession of the quaffle," In the other side, Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet are throwing the ball around in order to confuse and throw Pucey and Flint off.

Angelina takes the final catch once she's close enough to the hoops in our side of the pitch and throws the quaffle in one of the hoops. Once again, our keeper fails to keep the quaffle out which makes Gryffindor score another point.

Bletchley snaps his fingers in frustration as a ding can be heard from the tower where Jordan is commentating.

"Another 10 points for Gryffindor!" Jordan states and this time, Slytherin takes possession of the quaffle again.

I narrowed my eyes once Pucey took possession of the quaffle and kicked Alica back when she was way too close for his comfort. That foul little bitch.

The Slytherin stand laughs, clearly seeing how Pucey had kicked one of the Gryffindor's chasers back and I was the only one who wasn't amused by it. 

I look beside me and saw Alem narrowing his eyes as well, crossing his arms in disapproval.

Pucey throws the quaffle in one of the Gryffindor team's hoops and as I expected, Wood blocks it. He's a really good keeper, that Oliver Wood.

Flint, who finally had enough of Wood blocking every single quaffle that they're trying to throw, grabs a bat from one of our beaters, probably Derrick since the beater looks muscular, and whacks a bludger straight in Oliver Wood's stomach.

I grit my teeth in anger while I heard Alem gasp, clearly in disbelief at what Flint did. Our housemates didn't feel the same as we did though because they only laughed as Wood flew down to the ground, knocked out.

"That should be a foul! What--" Alem exclaims, gripping the rails of our stand tightly. The Gryffindor stand boos for what Flint did but I doubt that anyone from our team is affected by the negative reputation they're getting.

Our house captain points towards his right as Pucey nodded and did as he was told. The two Slytherin chasers box Angelina Johnson, who holds the possession of the quaffle, leaving her nowhere to escape.

Pucey, who had gotten Flint's signal, grabs the quaffle away from Angelina's grasp quite easily. The female chaser attempted to grab it back until she ran into one of the capes covering the towers, gliding down towards the ground as her broom basically threw her off as well.

The Gryffindor team boos loudly once more while my stand keeps encouraging this completely outrageous way of playing Quidditch.

Pucey throws the quaffle into one of the Gryffindor team's hoops and then scores with a ding. This continues for three more throws and I could've sworn I saw this foul git look at me with a confident smirk. 

Oh wipe that smirk off of your face; you're able to score because you're cheating.

Harry must've see the snitch somewhere in the field because, all of a sudden, his posture stiffened and he looks like he's ready to fly wherever the snitch is. 

After a few seconds of flying around the field, Harry's broomstick suddenly moved irrationally. It zooms around randomly, trying to knock the Gryffindor team's seeker off of his broom.

I narrowed my eyes and pulled my scarf closer to my nose before heading out without Alem noticing because he's so invested into the game that he didn't notice me leaving.

Once I was out of the Slytherin stands, I look up to the pitch and saw that Pucey is doing all the scores for the Slytherin team while Flint is doing all he can to block the other chasers and the bludgers that Fred and George are throwing at him.

Harry's broom is still moving around and with that, I ran towards the stand where the professors are spectating as I pulled my wand out of my robe, ready to burn robes and everything.

Once I was underneath the floors of the stands, I discreetly pointed my wand at the loose fabric from Quirrell's robe and I made sure that it is Quirrell's and not some other professor's because damn, I'm a failure if I can't even get my target right.

"Incendio." The fire spell I tried to conjure on Halloween night worked perfectly today and instead of it only being a small spark lighting up in my wand, it's now a large orange fire that could seriously burn me if I stay too close or too long in my spot.

Once Quirrell's robes started to burn at a quick pace, I immediately escaped the stand and cast Wingardium Leviosa on a random rock, just in case they're going to check our wands to see if we last conjured a fire spell.

I was already sweating by the time I arrived at the Slytherin stands; I didn't expect it to be this far and by the time I was already standing beside my brother, Harry already caught the snitch... with his mouth.

"He's got the snitch! Harry Potter receives 150 points for catching the snitch!" Lee Jordan exclaims happily because his house won, obviously. 

In the field, Madam Hooch blows her whistle.

"Gryffindor wins!" Madam Hooch announces the victory of Gryffindor and on cue, the Gryffindor stand erupts in huge cheers and chants the name of their house and Harry's name, for bringing them victory.

My house groans and frowns in disappointment. In the corner of my eye, Draco sighs in disappointment while burying his face in the palm of his hands.

I scoffed, thinking that Slytherin deserved it for playing dirty. I look at Alem, who frowns deeply, realizing that he just lost his bet with me.

"Hey, you owe me a galleon, brother." I smirk, resting my arm on his shoulder. He flicked his eyes to me briefly but he chuckles and looks away, gently pushing my arm away from his shoulder.

"Oh shut up, (Y/N)." 

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Just as (Y/N) and Alem were about to walk back to the common room to finish their projects, (Y/N) noticed that Harry, Ron and Hermione are walking to a different hallway, probably looking for Hagrid to tell him about what they saw.

The older twin turns to look at Alem, placing their hand on his shoulder with a smile on their face. Alem stopped talking, giving his attention to his sister/brother.

"Hey, Alem. I need to talk to Potter for a while so you go on ahead, alright?" Alem blinks and nods, seemingly fine with it but his look turned into a suspicious one as he grabbed (Y/N)'s hand and removed it from his shoulder.

"If Weasley's with them and he does something to you, call me and I'm going hex him." They chuckle at his words, ruffling their brother's (H/C) hair while appreciating Alem's protectiveness.

"Alright, short boy." Before Alem could bite (Y/N)'s hand away from his hair, they already ran off to find Harry and his friends, leaving Alem behind to walk back to the Slytherin common room.

After a while of looking for the raven haired boy, (Y/N) eventually managed to find them talking with Hagrid, the half-giant who is also the Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts, or just to make it short, the Gamekeeper.

"Hey, Potter! Nice catch back there!" (Y/N) waves at Harry, who also turned his attention towards them. Everyone followed Harry's eyes and saw (Y/N) growing uncomfortable getting all of the attention, even from Hagrid.

Hermione blinks in surprise and seems to be hesitating about something but (Y/N) decided to brush it off since they know that she'll probably address it to them sooner or later.

"Hullo der, Rosewood! Hermione's been tellin' me all 'bout you!" Hagrid's gruff voice made (Y/N) turn their attention towards him. The (H/C) haired girl/boy sends the gamekeeper a gentle smile.

"Really, now?" They chuckle as Hermione blushed softly, not expecting that Hagrid would tell them anything about that.

Ron rolled his eyes but didn't look as if he was bearing any hate for (Y/N) anymore. If any other Slytherin met Hagrid, they would immediately insult and call him names but (Y/N) was different.

"I don't believe we've met before, though!" Hagrid returns the smile and extends his large hand out. (Y/N) chuckles once more and takes their hand at Hagrid's, gently wrapping it around his large hand while shaking it.

"Rubeus Hagrid, nice to meet 'ya, Rosewood!" The gamekeeper grins as they retracted their hands, ending the introduction from the two. (Y/N) and Hagrid stared at each other for a moment with a smile, appreciating each other with only their eyes.

"Rosewood, I have evidence that Snape is the one who's trying to get past Fluffy, that three headed dog." Harry takes a step towards (Y/N) to interfere, oozing with confidence from that game that he just won. 

(Y/N) cocks their eyebrow up in amusement, placing their hands inside the pockets of their robe as they turned their attention to Harry.

"Oh, what's that?" They ask. Harry pouts angrily when he saw that (Y/N) is not even taking him seriously.

"He's the one who was jinxing my broom, trying to knock me off." Harry said, making (Y/N) silent for a while. The raven haired boy silently smirks, thinking that (Y/N) finally managed to hit a road block.

"Are you sure that it's Snape?" (Y/N) asks after a moment of silence. Harry looked confused as to why they asked him that; who else would try to jinx his broom?

"What do you mean? Hermione saw that it was Snape; he was mumbling some weird things on his breath and didn't break any... eye contact, was it correct, Hermione?" He looked at Hermione, who looks bothered by something for confirmation.

The brown haired girl nods and Harry took notice of her strange behavior.

"Alright, Hermione. What's wrong?" Harry sighs, his eyes becoming half-lidded since he's annoyed that (Y/N) still doesn't believe him.

Hermione glances over at (Y/N) for a while before setting her brown eyes down to the ground. Harry finds her actions weird since he's never seen her do something like this before.

"It's just..." She starts and stuttered for a while before taking a deep breath to try and pull herself together.

"(Y/N) was the one who set Professor Quirrell's robes on fire and in the process, knocking Snape over as well." Hermione says while (Y/N) blinks in surprise, not expecting Hermione to see them sneaking underneath the floorboards of the stand where the professors spectated in.

Harry's green eyes widened, giving (Y/N) a look of disbelief as they looked around and avoiding the looks that they're getting as if they don't have anything to do about it.

"...meaning?" Ron, who didn't catch up to what Hermione said, tilted his head to the side. Hermione sighs, ready to give a simpler explanation to the red haired boy.

"(Y/N) was the one who saved Harry falling from his broom, not me." As Hermione explained it to him, Ron's mouth parted open since he didn't expect that (Y/N) was the one who saved Harry from falling to his death.

"Is that true?" Harry asks, turning his head to (Y/N), who's still looking around and whistling suspiciously.

"Well, it's useless to deny it in front of Hermione so yes, it is." They sighed in defeat, placing their hands behind their head.

"But why deny it if you really did it?" Harry asks.

"I only did the right thing, Potter; I don't need recognition for what I've done." They simply said as if it doesn't really matter to them if they did it or not. Harry stayed silent, his mind boggled by how this Slytherin's mind works.

He wants to understand them because Hermione trusts them. He wants to get to know them better but it's almost impossible if they're so complicated most of the time and this is something that Harry wants to get to the bottom of.

"'Right, you four. Let's get this straight," Hagrid intervened, stepping closer to the four students.

"You're meddlin' in things that ought not to be meddled in. It's dangerous." The gamekeeper warns, eyeing the three Gryffindors and the only Slytherin in the group. Hagrid leans away from them, hoping that what he said will get through their heads.

"What that dog is guarding is strictly between Professor Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel." Hagrid said the identity of the ones who have direct business at the thing that Fluffy is guarding accidentally.

Harry's face scrunched up in confusion once he heard Hagrid say an unfamiliar name, tilting his head to the side.

"Nicholas Flamel?" Harry asks, hoping that Hagrid will tell him something about this mysterious man. 

Hagrid's face paled and his body stiffened when he realized that he just said something he shouldn't have. With a lowered head, he ignored Harry's question and leaves the four behind, wondering what the hell just happened.

(Y/N) only stared at Hagrid's large figure walking away from him, seemingly unaffected at the new lead that Hagrid just gave them.

Having watched the Fantastic Beasts' second movie and reading the first book, (Y/N) sighs and turned to look at the trio, questions rumbling through ther minds.

"Nicholas Flamel... Who's Nicholas Flamel?" Harry asked himself, eyeing Hermione for any answers.

"...I don't know." Hermione said, noticing the way how Harry looked at her as if he was asking for answers that she, very well knew, doesn't.

"(Y/N)?" Harry, addressing them by their first name, gave them a look of hope just to see if they can help in any way. 

(Y/N), finding it weird that Harry is suddenly calling them by their first name, shook their head even though they do know something. 

The (H/C) haired girl let Harry be if he wants to call them by their first name since this just means that Harry, somewhat, trusts them now.

Harry frowns in disappointment as the four students began to walk away, talking and thinking about who Nicholas Flamel could be after a Quidditch match that just happened a few moments ago.

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A/N:

Haha, so you know what I said last chapter about it being the longest chapter in the book by far?

I take it back; this has 17,438 words in it :)

I hope you enjoyed it anyway! I'm really glad that I'm able to update more often now. I'm really into writing this book and I cannot wait to show you all of the ideas that I have for this story!

Also, I have a little surprise for the next chapter;

A new contender joins the battle!

I'll let you guess who that's going to be and if you guess correctly, you'll get a free cookie by the end of the next chapter.

Anyways, KuraTile sent me a fanart of his (Y/N) and highlights from the previous chapters! Look at them; they're so adorable!

Thank you very much, KuraTile for sending me this! This really made my night and I literally screamed in happiness!

If you aren't too busy, please give him a follow and check out his reading lists just in case you find any books that you might like because he doesn't have any books :)

Anyway guys, once again, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and look forward to the next one to see if you're right about your guesses lmao