We fell into a routine of breakfast, classes, lunch, classes, then dinner, and I honestly loved being at this school. Anything beat being with the Dursleys, though. One day, I walked with Harry, Ron, and Hermione to the Quidditch pitch for our flying lesson with Madam Hooch.

Madam Hooch walked out and started explaining everything. "And to get your broom, you say 'Up'!"

There was a chorus of "Up!"s, and I was the first one to get my broom. Harry was second, then Malfoy, who stood across from you.

After we all mounted our brooms, Madam Hooch started the countdown to hover slightly above the ground. "3 . . . 2 . . ."

Then Neville lost control of his broom and he flew up into the air. A few moments later, he was on the ground, lying there, clutching his wrist. Fear rushed through me. What if that happened to me?

"Oh, my, a broken wrist! Let's get you to the hospital wing," the professor turned to us, yellow eyes fierce. "Absolutely no one will leave this ground until I return, or you will be expelled before I can say Quidditch.

Draco Malfoy picked something up from the ground and flew up into the air. I watched as Harry immediately followed him, and I decided to as well. I jumped on the back of my broom and started zooming over my peers.

"Ha! Catch this, Potter!" Malfoy yelled, throwing the ball into the air and away from me and Harry.

I chased after it, and speeding up on your broom as I did. My eyes locked onto the small ball, and I held out my hand in time to catch it swiftly. Victorious, I landed smoothly back on the ground, handing the ball to Harry. He tapped my shoulder and I turned around to be faced with Professor McGonagall. Her eyebrows were knitted together, and her eyes showed something terrifying.

"You two are coming with me!" she shouted and grabbed my arm, pulling me and Harry into the castle.

Fear flooded through me as she dragged us through the hallways. What if we get expelled? We'll have to go back to the Dursleys. I can't go back.

Professor McGonagall stopped in front of a classroom. "Professor Quirrell, may I please have Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint?"

Professor Quirrell nodded and two boys walked out of the classroom.

"Boys, I may have just found your new seekers for Quidditch," Professor McGonagall said excitedly.

One of the boys, the Slytherin, looked at me, and the other, a Gryffindor, looked at Harry.

"So we're not expelled?" I asked, excitement spilling in my voice.

"Of course not. I haven't seen flying that perfect on the first try since your dad," Professor McGonagall said happily.

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I took a deep breath. It was almost time for my first Quidditch match, which was Slytherin against Gryffindor. That meant that I was playing against my brother. I smoothed down my green uniform, grabbed my broom, and walked onto the bright Quidditch field. The rest of my team filed out and soon, everyone was out of the locker rooms. While we walked to the middle of the field to meet Madam Hooch and the Gryffindor team, I looked at the stands, which were filled with people. I saw Star, standing in the Slytherin side, holding a sign that said, "Go Y/n!"

"I want a nice, clean match," Madam Hooch said. We mounted our brooms, and she threw up the Quaffle. Marcus Flint, the Slytherin team captain, had informed me about all of the different types of balls, and how to score points. I'm a seeker, which means I'm supposed to find the Snitch, which is a small, hard-to-find golden ball.

I flew up above the other players, searching for the Snitch. A sharp, tiny movement dashed in my peripheral vision and I dashed for it. Harry saw it too, and we were both chasing after it.

His broom began jerking around randomly, making him nearly fall twice. I tried getting close to help him, but I didn't think I could do that safely, thanks to the randomness of the movements.

The Snitch zoomed right in front of my face, and with my quick reflexes, I caught it. Harry's broom stopped jerking soon after, and we flew down to Madam Hooch, who ended the game when I showed her the Snitch. The Slytherin team won.

~~~

It was now May, but strange things were happening in Hogwarts. Harry thought he knew what was causing it, so, he woke me up late at night and dragged me into one of the hallways. Soon, I was nearly dead because of a three-headed named Fluffy.

That dog was sleeping peacefully when we entered. The four of us, which was me, Harry, Hermione, and Ron, worked together to move the paw from over the trap door. We started to go through the door, but suddenly, the music stopped, and Fluffy was awake and ready to kill us.

The ladder stopped, and we fell into a pit of thick vines. They quickly started twisting around us, wrapping around our bodies like a rope.

"What is this?" I shouted at Hermione.

"Uhm . . . oh! It's Devil's Snare! Relax, and it'll let you go," she yelled. She and I both relaxed, breathing deeply to calm our suddenly spiked nerves.

"Harry and Ron, calm down!"

Harry relaxed and fell down next to you.

"Ron, you need to relax!"

Ron ignored us, continuing to writhe and shriek in a poor attempt to escape the vines.

"Devil's Snare, it's dangerous fun, but it hates the sun!" Hermione said, looking at you.

"Lumos Maxima!" I shouted, pointing my wand at the vines. A bright light shot from it and hit the plants, making them fall apart immediately. Ron fell into the chamber we now stood in.

"Hermione! That was awesome!" I said excitedly.

"It was all on you, Y/n!" Hermione replied.

We smiled, walking into the next room. I opened the door first and looked up, surprised to see a bunch of keys flying around. Harry grabbed a broom from against the wall and handed it to me. I mounted the broom and flew up, looking around for a key that might work. Some of them flew away from me, going at different speeds.

"This is a really big keyhole," Ron shouted up at me. "Find a big key!"

I looked around for any key that seemed big, and found a bright blue one with a damaged wing. I raced after it and grabbed it quickly before descending. Other keys began pelting after us, and we slammed the door right as the hit it.

"What is this?" I said, looking around at the dark room we were now in. A giant checked pattern fit the floors, and huge, lifesize statues were placed on the board.

"I think it's a large version of Wizards' Chess!" Ron said with wide eyes. "Okay, Hermione, go to that spot, Harry, over there, and Y/n, go over there please."

I walked to my spot and watched as Ron began to play the chess match, commanding the pieces with his voice. He played with immense skill; this obviously wasn't his first time playing.

Ron moved the knight, his piece, forward, and suddenly, a sword stabbed through his statue, throwing him to the floor. Hermione dashed over to him while the statues cleared the board.

"Is Ron okay?" I asked loudly.

"I don't know," Hermione answered. "Go! I'm going to stay with Ron."

I turned to Harry, and he nodded. We entered the next room. The first difference was the light, it was extremely bright in the room. Orange light lit up the walls, and a shiny mirror stood behind Professor Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Professor Quirrell turned around, facing me and Harry. He grabbed the turban around his head and began unwrapping it, showing a hideous face on the back of his head.

"I am Lord Voldemort," he said. "I will end you two, your pathetic twins, after I steal the Philosopher's Stone and arise again."

Professor Quirrell ran towards me and Harry, and I noticed Harry touched his pocket. I put my hands in front of me to protect myself from the oncoming attack from the professor, but as soon as my hands touched him, he started screaming in agony.

I opened my eyes, shocked to see him writhing in pain. Pieces of his face and body were falling off, as if he were a wilted flower petal that had just been crushed.

Soon, he had completely dissolved, leaving a pile of robes.

I looked at Harry and saw him passed out on the floor. Then, I saw two of him, and two mirrors, and then they were spinning. I rocked back and forth, then suddenly, I was on the ground, too.