~Tommy POV~

Harry was looking sick and I learned he was not hungry. Ron and Hermione and I were trying to cheer him up and get him to eat, but Harry wouldn't budge.

Ron: Just a bit of toast, mate. Go on.

Hermione: Ron's right, Harry, you need your strength today.

Harry: I'm not hungry.

I've had enough as I had to get this through to him without any threats.

Tommy: Harry, what are you gonna do with that plate?

Harry: Not eat it.

Tommy: Listen closely, man. That food is delicious, it's made with pure Vitamin D and it was made specially by the cooks here at Hogwarts as it's all from scratch, from the chickens they farm here, which makes it magic-like, and not the wizardry kind.

I said that, and Harry knew that he's gotta eat it all, and he started eating the eggs and toast.

Tommy: Go on, man. Put it away.

Snape: Good luck today Potter.

We all looked up to see Snape at his absolute worst. It seemed like always wanted to say "fuck you" to us kids.

Well, ha ha, fuck you too, Professor Snape.

Snape: Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll, a little game of quidditch should be easy work for you... even if it is against Slytherin.

He walked away limping before I muttered...

Tommy: Ah, beat it asshole.

Hermione and Ron snickered with me but Harry had to say something.

Harry: That explains the blood.

Hermione: Blood?

Harry: Listen, last night, I'm guessing Snape let the troll in as a diversion so he could get past the three headed dog, but he got bit, that's why he's limping.

Tommy: But why would anyone want to get near that dog without being able to control it?

Harry: The day I was a Gringotts, Hagrid took something out of one of the vaults. He said it was Hogwarts business, very secret.

Tommy: I was wondering why you and him were there!

Hermione: So you're saying that...

Harry: That's what the dog's guarding. That's what Snape wants.

We heard an owl and it turned out to be Harry's owl, Hedwig, but what she was carrying something. She dropped it in front of us as we were wondering why this was on our table.

Hermione: Bit early for mail isn't it?

Harry: It's Hedwig, but I never get mail.

Ron: Let's open it.

And the four of us did open it and it turned out to be a broomstick! No, not a broomstick, it was...

Harry: It's a broomstick.

Ron: It's not just a broomstick, Harry!

Tommy: It's the Nimbus 2000!

Harry: But, how?

Then, we all looked to see McGonnagall with a smile while Hedwig joined her.

Now we know who sent it, but of course Malfoy and his boyfriends had to come over and say something about it.

Malfoy: A Nimbus? Are you that airheaded Potter?

Tommy: Is that right?

I stood up to him and he started getting a little scared, but he wasn't fazed.

Malfoy: Yes, and we'd like to have a few words with Potter.

Tommy: You got something to say to him, you say it to me.

Malfoy: Well, we're not gonna leave until we have him come with us.

?????/?????: Maybe you're not leaving at all.

Behind Malfoy was the Weasley twins, they were smirking and had their wands out in case these three idiots try anything.

Malfoy: Okay then. See you at the game. Let's go Crabbe. Goyle.

The three went off as the Weasley twins came up to us as I was feeling a bit grateful for them.

Harry: Thanks.

Fred: Least we can do. Oh and Tommy, if you ever need us for something, give us a holler.

Tommy: Oh I will.

They both shook their hands with mine and as the both were about to go off, I had to see them.

Tommy: One other thing, Fred and George, right?

Fred: That's right.

George: That's correct.

Tommy: I'll owe you guys something in return but, if you can come up with pranks for Malfoy and his friends, I think he'll get the message and stop pestering us.

George: No worries, we have it all planned out mate.

Fred: And yes, you do something in return.

Tommy: I'll come up with something. Right now, you go on. You all got a game today.

George: You got it.

Once they grabbed Harry, we had to be ready for the big game.

I was dressed in my robes with a red and yellow pattern scarf. Hermione looked the same as me and I thought she looked ADORABLE!

The game was about to begin as Slytherin, fuck those bitches, came out and Gryffindor flew out of there. For Harry's first game, I had a song that I started humming in my head. I thought it was perfect song for Harry since this is his first Quidditch match.

What is the song? Well, something like this...

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Lee: Welcome to Hogwarts' first Quidditch match of the season, this game: Slytherin vs Gryffindor!

Both Slytherin and Gryffindor houses cheered as the players were set and Harry and another seeker were having a staredown over who would catch the Snitch first. It's kinda epic.

Lee: The players take their positions as Madam Hooch steps onto the field, to begin the game!

Hooch: Now I want a nice clean game... from all of you.

I saw some Slytherin pricks just shrugging as if they don't know what Hooch was talking about. I know what she's talking about. If I ever get a chance to be on the Quidditch team, I would have no problem showing the other houses who's the fucking boss.

Who were they going to cry to? Their daddies? Ha, when I join the Gryffindor team, the three other houses are gonna call me their daddy.

I had some binoculars to spy on Malfoy and his goons so I spied on them while I said this out loud, so everyone around me can hear...

Tommy: Peek-a-boo you fucks you...

Then I felt Hermione hitting the back of my neck and it stung. It was worth it, but when I turned to her, she was giggling!

Hermione: That's not nice, Tommy!

Tommy: But you can't stop from laughing, can you?

She playfully slapped my arm and just kept giggling as we had to focus on the game.

Lee: The bludgers are up, followed by the Golden Snitch. Remember, the snitch is worth 150 points. The Seeker who catches the Snitch ends the game.

Then, Madam Hooch got the quaffle, and threw it up as Lee Jordan, the commentator, says...

Lee: The Quaffle is released, and the game begins!

Then, all the players from Gryffindor and Slytherin battle as Angelina Johnson got the Quaffle and starts dodging all the Slytherin players the best she can, but while we were cheering our house on, I looked into my binoculars and noticed that Malfoy and his boyfriends were gone.

Malfoy: Enjoying the game, Gallo? I don't think your friend Potter is going to be looking well after this!

Tommy: You want me to throw you off this balcony to see what you look like down there?

Just like that, he stopped talking before I went in.

Tommy: Right now, you're not making a fool out of me, you're making a fool out of yourself. So cut the shit, grow a set of balls, and get the fuck out of here before I throw you off, alright?

He, Cancer, and Goyle left being frightened by my the way I intimidated him and his goons as they just walked off while Hermione just enjoyed what I just did.

Tommy: Think he got the point?

Hermione: Why do you always ask me?

Tommy: Well, you're closer to me than Ron and Harry combined.

Hermione: Okay, you're right.

We both laughed as we saw that we were ahead 20 points and I saw that someone went down and I looked closer to see Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor Quidditch captain has been knocked down.

I'm outraged because Slytherin don't know when to stop being the fucking cheats they are.

Just like that, Slytherin scored 10 points before Flint and Steel were going to team up to take down Johnson, so I whipped out my wand for this situation before muttering...

Tommy: Confundus.

As the two idiots were going to sandwich Angie in as hard as they could, she quickly went underneath them and they crashed into each other: Flint landing into a bunch of Slytherin fans as the other regaining his balance as Gryffindor scored 10 more points!

I saw McGonnagall nodding at me with appreciation before mouthing to me...

McGonnagall: 10 more points to Gryffindor.

I smiled and nodded, but we saw that something was wrong with Harry's broom!

Tommy: Hey! What the fuck is going on with Harry's broomstick!

He was flying so awkwardly that I looked into the binoculars and saw that SNAPE was jinxing it. Who the fuck else could it be? He only wanted to jinx Harry's fucking broom because he thinks he's exempt like a massive Karen.

Tommy: It's Snape! He's jinxing the broom.

Ron: Jinxing the broom?! What do we do?

Hermione: Leave it to Tommy and I.

Hermione and I left as we had to run to the box where Snape was and it was such a fucking run that we thought it was the worst workout routine ever.

We were almost to where he was before I said...

Tommy: I gotta work on my cardio.

We pulled out our wands before aiming at Snape's cloak before muttering.

Tommy and Hermione: Lacarnum Inflamarae.

Two tiny balls of fire came out of our wands as we had to leave before someone found out, but on the way back, we saw that Harry was on the ground, looking like he was about to fucking puke, but it turned out that he caught the Snitch, not with his hand, but with his mouth!

Lee: He's got the Snitch! Harry Potter receives 150 points for catching the Snitch!

Hooch: GRYFFINDOR WIN!

When Hooch yelled that Gryffindor won the match, we all lost it!

Tommy: YEEEEEEESSS!

Filch's cat freaking out...

Mrs. Norris: *meowing in confusion*

We were cheering, laughing, we had tears coming out of our eyes, we were so excited that, before I could even celebrate some more, Hermione, held me and then kissed my cheek so hard that I was flushed!

She knew she made a mistake, but goddamn, her lips felt great!

Soon after the match, we had to confront Hagrid about what happened with Snape.

Hagrid: Nonsense! Why would Snape cast a curse on Harry's broom?

Tommy: Who knows? Why was he trying to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween?

Hagrid: Who told you about Fluffy?

Ron: Fluffy?!

Hermione: That thing has a name?

Hagrid: Of course he's got a name, he's mine! I bought him off an Irishman from the pub last year. I lent him to Dumbledore to guard—

Harry: And?

Hagrid: Shouldn't have said that. No more questions! No more questions I tell you! That's top secret!

Harry: But Hagrid, whatever Fluffy's guarding, Snape's trying to steal it.

Hagrid: Codswallop. Professor Snape is a Hogwarts teacher.

Tommy: Teacher or not, Hermione and I, we know a spell when we see one. We've read all about them. You've got to keep eye contact and Snape wasn't blinking one bit.

Harry: Exactly.

Hagrid was just as reluctant, but he had to say this...

Hagrid: Now, you listen to me, all four of you. You're meddling in things that ought not to be meddled in. It's dangerous. What that dog is guarding is strictly between Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel.

Harry: Nicholas Flamel?

Hagrid: I shouldn't have said that. I should not have said that.

Hagrid walking away with full embarrassment as the four of us were wondering what he meant.

Meanwhile, soon after, Minerva took me to Hogsmeade in a secret mission. It's simple: Hermione is going home for the holidays and I won't be able to go home because I owed Fred and George Weasley. We looked at some Jewelry that didn't look to expensive, but they looked expensive looking alright.

I also wrote a letter to Aunt Marie about sending me some muggle canned tomatoes, minced garlic, a tube of tomato paste, a white onion, and some sausage links.

When I told her about the deal I had with the Weasley twins, she secretly sent her owl with the ingredients and brought them to the Gryffindor Common Room.

The jewelry we looked at looked like it belonged in the muggle world, but wizards and witches were making the stuff.

One piece looked perfect as I had to get it.

Tommy: Minerva, I think I found what would look best for Hermione.

She smiled and actually agreed with me.

Minerva: Very nice choice, Thomas. I will get it for you—

Tommy: No, Minerva. You've done enough for me. Let me get this instead.

Minerva: Alright then, next year I'll do it.

Tommy: Alright then.

I bought the bracelet for 7 Knuts and Minerva and I went back to the school, but I had to hide it from Hermione.

Before we went our separate ways, Minerva had to talk to me.

Minerva: I enjoyed spending time with you Tommy. I never knew you could be great company.

Tommy: I can be when you want me to. Also, I want to ask, is it okay if I work with the elves in the kitchen for Christmas dinner? I owe the Weasleys something and I thought Christmas dinner would be perfect.

Minerva: If you have the ingredients, I'll allow it, but the final decision goes to Professor Dumbledore. I'll ask him for you, but for now you go to the dining hall with your friends, and give Miss Granger that bracelet.

Tommy: You think she'll love it?

Minerva: Oh yes. I see the eyes when she looks at you. She definitely likes you.

Tommy: Then I better give it to her before she leaves.

Minerva: You're right. You go on ahead. Whatever you're cooking, I want a bite out of it.

Tommy: Thanks Professor.

I bowed in respect before walking away. I just can't get over the fact that Minerva is actually starting a bond with me. I think she's a family member I never had and it's fucking awesome, especially when she knew my aunt since forever!

At the dining hall, Harry and Ron were playing Wizard Chess while I was reading a book written by my aunt's so called "crush" by Gilderoy Lockhart. The reason I'm reading it? Just to see how pathetic his writing was. The guy seemed to be pretty good at storytelling, and the story seemed too good to be true, but what a fucking waste of time. Soon after I was done with it, I threw it in the fireplace.

I saw Hermione with her suitcase and just as Harry's piece was destroyed, she was appalled!

Hermione: That's totally barbaric!

Ron: That's wizard's chess. I see you've packed.

Hermione: I see you haven't. Tommy, why aren't you packed too?

Tommy: I owed something for the Weasleys and the thing I owed them? It's Christmas dinner.

She looked so surprised that she had to ask.

Hermione: Christmas dinner?

Tommy: My Aunt Marie taught me how to make red sauce and sausages, so she sent me some ingredients for the dinner I had gotten permission from Dumbledore to cook the dinner.

Hermione: Oh, that sounds fun! And what about you?

Ron: Change of plans. My parents went to Romania to visit my brother Charlie. He's studying dragons there.

Hermione then got back to her seriousness as she replied...

Hermione: Good. You can help Harry and Tommy then. They're going to the library to look up Nicholas Flamel.

Ron: We looked a hundred times!

Hermione: Not in the restricted section. Happy Christmas.

Tommy: Wait, Hermione?

Now's the time.

As I went around the table, I gave her the bracelet in a box, but before she could open it, I stopped her by putting my hand on hers.

Tommy: Hold on, save it for Christmas. It'll be the best time for you to open it.

Hermione: Alright then. Happy Christmas Tommy. Hope your recipe goes well.

Tommy: I got a copy of it if you want.

Hermione: I'd love it!

I magically made a copy of the recipe and gave it to her with a smile.

Hermione: Thank you Tommy. See you after the holidays!

We hugged, but it felt really warm when she hugged me and I had to return it.

When we were done, she smiled and winked at me as I was FLUSHED. I saw that Harry was giggling while Ron was just as oblivious to the situation.

Ron: I think we've had a bad influence on her.

I ignored him as I went up to the Common Room to grab the ingredients as I was ready to cook for the Weasleys on Christmas Day!