List of Things I Have Never Done

Torments of Draco Malfoy

"Wow," were the first words that slipped from Skylar's mouth as she, alongside Fred and George, entered the Come and Go Room for their first meeting with the 'study' group.

It was a rather spacious room; flickering torches lined the walls, reminding Skylar not so fondly of her Potions lessons in the dungeons with the cold and malicious Potions Master. There were a vast number of wooden bookcases, fit to bursting with old spell books (that Skylar didn't doubt were crammed with useful defensive spells especially for their lessons), large silk cushions situated on the floor, where several students were already seated. Skylar saw, at the very back of the room on several shelves, groaning under the weight various instruments such as a Foe-Glass (though it looked rather cracked), Sneakoscopes and Secrecy Sensors.

Fred and George were looking around, frowning slightly, before they pulled Skylar on a silk cushion between them. She scowled at the pair of them before she let out a huff, feeling rather defeated, and looked around at Harry, who was looking incredibly apprehensive and nervous.

"Well," Harry began, "This is the place we've found for practice sessions, and you've – er – obviously found it okay."

"It's fantastic!" exclaimed Ravenclaw's seeker, Cho Chang. Skylar couldn't help but agree, her eyes were constantly moving towards the wooden bookcase, her mind racing at the thought of all those books that looked as though they had never been touched.

"It's bizarre," Fred muttered, his frown growing deeper. "We once hid from Filch in here, remember, George? But it was just a broom cupboard then."

"My father always told me the Room of Requirement was just some sort of myth," Skylar said in a whisper as Harry explained to Dean about the Sneakoscopes and the Foe-Glass at the back of the room.

"Well now you know something that your father doesn't!" George beamed, nudging his knee against hers.

"Well, I've been thinking about the sort of stuff we ought to do first and – er – What, Hermione?"

Skylar had never been in a class with Hermione Granger but she didn't doubt that the bushy haired fifth year often raised her hand during her lessons, whether it to be ask a question or answer a question.

"I think we ought to elect a leader," she prompted.

"Harry's leader," said Cho immediately, shooting Hermione an incredulous glance.

"Yes, but I think we ought to vote on it properly. It makes it formal and it gives him authority. So – everyone who thinks Harry ought to be our leader?"

Fred and George's hand were the first to shoot into the air, Skylar's following seconds afterwards. The entirety of the group had raised their hands. Zacharias Smith's hand was even in the air, though he didn't look too happy at the prospect of Harry Potter having any sort of 'authority' over him.

"Er –" Harry began, his cheeks flushing as red as the Weasley's hair. "Right, thanks, and – what, Hermione?"

Skylar could not help but giggle as she saw, once again, Hermione with her hand thrust high into the air. It reminded Skylar an awful lot of herself.

"I also think we ought to have a name," Hermione said with a bright smile, still with her hand up in the air. "It would promote a feeling of team spirit and unity, don't you think?"

"Can we be the Anti-Umbridge League?" said Angelina with a flicker of hope in her eyes.

"Or the Ministry of Magic are Morons Group?" Fred enquired, a playful smile dancing across his lips.

"I was thinking," said Hermione, looking disapprovingly at Fred's suggestion, "more of a name that didn't tell everyone what we were up to, so we can refer to it safely outside meetings."

"The Defence Association?" suggested Cho. "The DA for short, so nobody knows what we're talking about?"

"Yeah, the DA's good," Ginny agreed. "Only let's make it stand for Dumbledore's Army, because that's the Ministry's worst fear, isn't it?"

Skylar laughed as Fred mumbled, "You can tell she's our sister can't you?"

"All in favour of the DA?" Hermione asked in her most bossy tone that Skylar had heard her use on several occasions before when talking to the twins. "That's a majority – motion passed!"

The piece of parchment that they all had written their signatures on was pinned to the wall seconds later, now in large letters at the top were the words:

DUMBLEDORE'S ARMY

"Right, shall we get practising then? I was thinking, the first thing we should do is Expelliarmus, you know, the Disarming Charm. I know it's pretty basic but I've found it really useful–"

"Oh please," Zacharias Smith laughed derisively. "I don't think Expelliarmus is exactly going to help us against You-Know-Who, do you?"

"I've used it against him. It saved my life in June."

The room went very silent. Skylar was happy to see the look of smugness upon Zacharias' face disappear.

"But if you think it's beneath you, you can leave."

Zacharias however did not move. Though Skylar wish he would have.

Harry instructed them to split into pairs. Skylar knew Fred and George would have naturally gone into a pair, so she partnered with Katie Bell. It was good perhaps that Harry had suggested practising Expelliarmus first because nobody seemed to be very skilled with it. Even Skylar's Disarming Charm was not as effective as the charm really ought to have been.

"Expelliarmus!"

Katie's wand by no means flew out of her hand like it should have; instead it sort of gave a hopeful leap out of her hand and toppled forcibly from her grasp, landing with a thunk to the floor.

Skylar sent a murderous look over to Fred and George, who were both giggling at Skylar's rather poor disarming charm.

"What is the deal with you and the twins exactly?"

"Pardon?"

"I mean," Katie began, picking her wand from the floor and twirling it absentmindedly between her fingers, "you are very prim and proper, no offence or anything, whereas Fred and George… well you couldn't meet a more disruptive pair of troublemakers… so why on earth are you hanging around with them? You're not doing their homework for them or anything?"

"Of course not," Skylar said dismissively, though truth be told, she no clue what to say to Katie on the matter – she wasn't exactly going to tell the younger Gryffindor that she and the twins had a certain deal, "We just get along really well. Underneath their shenanigans are two very lovely lads."

"They better not try and corrupt you or anything," Katie smiled, "I don't want to imagine a world where Skylar Harrison is skiving off lessons to hang out with a couple of rule breakers."

Skylar laughed, but deep down her stomach lurched just as a whistle was blown.

"That wasn't bad," came Harry's voice from somewhere behind Skylar, "but there's definite room for improvement. Let's try again."

Harry then began to manoeuvre his way through the pairs of students, making suggestions here and there. When he reached Katie and Skylar, Harry was quick to point out on where Skylar's disarming charm was failing her.

"You're being too forceful," Harry observed, after Skylar had demonstrated her spell and sent Katie's wand to topple to the ground in front of her again. "Try not to act as though you want to chuck your wand at them."

"He's much better than Umbridge," Katie said with a smile as both she and Skylar watched Harry jump from pair to pair, finally reaching Cho Chang and her friend, Marietta Edgecombe, "then again… a Blast-Ended Skrewt would be much better than that Ministry hag."

Skylar and Katie both giggled loudly just as Harry once again blew his whistle (where Harry had summoned that whistle was beyond her).

"Well, that was pretty good, but we've overrun," said Harry, which made Skylar jump slightly in panic, "we'd better leave it here. Same time, same place next week?"

"Sooner!" shouted Dean Thomas, his eager expression, mirroring many of the members of the DA (including Skylar).

"The Quidditch season's about to start, we need team practices too!" Skylar didn't even need to have looked to know it was Angelina Johnson who said this. Angelina was more than devoted to her Quidditch team.

"Let's say next Wednesday night, then, we can decide on additional meetings then. Come on, we'd better get going."


If it was not for the DA meetings, Skylar was sure that she would have had a mental breakdown. It wasn't just the fact that these meetings were helpful for the complete lack of quality teaching in Defence Against the Dark Acts but it also got her through Umbridge's lessons, where she was able to endure her horrible teaching (and horrifically pink cardigans) with help from the secret that she, and thirty three other students, were keeping from her. It was a feeling that Skylar could not describe, as she and the other members of the DA were fighting back right under the nose of Ministry, but she supposed that it was the same feeling that Fred and George got whenever they got away with a prank – a rather rebellious feeling.

She had yet to complete more things from the list. She was adamant not to miss a lesson, despite the twin's relentless attempts to drag her from her Potions lessons to visit the Pygmy Puffs in the Shrieking Shack.

"Come on Sky," Fred pleaded (where George was residing was a complete mystery to Skylar) as he followed Skylar down to the dungeons, despite the fact that Fred did not take NEWT potions, "you know you want to ditch Snape's lesson."

"Fred, I'm not missing Potions!" Skylar exclaimed for, what was quite possibly, the millionth time. "We're supposed to be making Twilight Moonbeams today and there's a high chance that it will come up in my exam."

"Isn't that a love potion Miss Harrison?" Fred said with a wink which made Skylar flush ever so slightly.

"One could argue that it's not because it only causes infatuation, no potion in the world can cause–"

"No potion in the world can cause real love," Fred dismissed with a wave of his hand, "Yeah, yeah, I know."

"Well then," Skylar turned to him as they had finally reached her classroom, "I'm sorry Fred but I would rather not miss my potions lesson."

"You're no fun," Fred said, though his tone was light and he had a small smile on his face. "We can't even go out after curfew tonight because Angelina wants us to go to bed by nine so we have enough sleep for the match against Slytherin tomorrow."

Skylar wasn't surprised by this. Angelina Johnson had been scheduling almost daily practises for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, putting the DA meetings temporarily on hold, and whenever the team wasn't practising, she was going through tactics with them (especially with Ron). Skylar couldn't really blame Angelina for doing this, after all it was the very first match of the season and, most importantly, the first match where Angelina was the team captain.

"I would have thought regardless of rules, you would do whatever you want," Skylar said with a coy smile.

"The thing is that Angelina is a lot scarier than any of the teachers when she's angry," Fred said with a shudder. "Well kiddo, have fun in potions."

"I will," Skylar replied with a roll of her eyes.


The morning of the match, Skylar was awoken by Angelina's pacing of the room, muttering under her breath, and Alicia's attempts to calm her captain's nerves. Both of the Quidditch players were already dressed in their red and gold uniforms, Angelina's captain badge clipped to her chest.

"It'll be fine Angelina," Alicia said soothingly, whose eyebrows had thankfully returned to their normal shape after Miles Bletchley, Slytherin's Keeper, had jinxed her in the library so that they had grown down to her elbows. "We've got a strong team."

"But Ron–"

"He's working hard and he'll do his very best," Alicia replied, sending a quick smile in Skylar's direction as she sat upright in her four-poster bed. "And if he does lose confidence, Harry will catch the snitch."

"I just feel as though something bad is going to happen,"

It was evident, to Skylar, as she entered the Great Hall for breakfast that the Slytherins were up to something. She only knew this because, well, she knew when the Slytherins were up to something. Walking past the Slytherin table, she narrowed her eyes as she saw the Slytherin Quidditch team and her daily tormentors all smile and wave at any passing Gryffindors.

"Morning Cry Baby," Malcom beamed as Skylar passed.

Glancing for the briefest moment at Malcom's sneering face, she couldn't help but notice that all of the Slytherins were wearing sliver badges, in the shape of a crown.

"Want a badge Cry Baby?" Lisette grinned, noticing Skylar's lingering gaze.

"No, thank you," Skylar replied in a small voice, feeling as though she had left her confidence in the Entrance Hall behind her. Though her curiosity on what exactly was written on the badge made her take another curious glance at Malcom's badge.

Weasley is our King

Feeling as though her heart had taken refuge in her throat, Skylar very quickly scurried off (the Slytherins wasted no time in laughing obnoxiously at her) towards where Lee Jordan and the Gryffindor Quidditch team (minus Harry and Ron) were seated.

"Did you see–"

"The badges?" finished George with an uncharacteristic growl, "Yeah."

Skylar looked nervously over at Angelina, who seemed as though she was seconds away from throwing up in her bowl of porridge, then at Fred and Lee.

"How many detentions you reckon we'd get if we turned those balls of slime into a couple of maggots?" Fred wondered darkly, his knuckles white as he gripped his goblet in anger. "They're trying to throw Ron off his game and it's probably going to bloody work."

"Try not to think about the match for now," Lee encouraged as Skylar slid onto the bench beside George and Katie.

"It's all I've been thinking about since my first day as captain!" Angelina snapped, rubbing her temples almost painfully. "I am this close to using an Unforgiveable on each and every one of those bastards. I swear to Godric Gryffindor himself that if they even think about ruining the match I will personally rip those badges of them and shove it up their–"

"Shh!" Alicia hushed her captain's threats in a warning tone, her eyes wide as she looked around at her team mates. "Ron's here."

The team, along with Skylar and Lee, watched as Ron and Harry entered the Great Hall. At the sight of the duo, the Slytherins all laughed and appeared to be making as much noise as they could. Though Ron, mercifully, was looking anywhere else but at the Slytherin table as Harry practically dragged his best friend towards where Hermione was seating.

Feeling as though Ron greatly deserved a surge of confidence, Skylar (along with a large majority of Gryffindors) all cheered and clapped for the Keeper and Seeker.

The team left the Great Hall a few minutes later, only leaving Ron and Harry to finish their breakfast. Even Lee, whom commentated the Quidditch match, had left to set up which left Skylar very much on her own. She sipped her pumpkin juice, her eyes once again glancing towards the Slytherins. The team, like the Gryffindors had left to warm up, leaving Malcom, Adriano, Lisette, Teresa and Dominic Rathmore at their house table, still waving and grinning at Gryffindors.

Normally, Skylar would avoid attending Quidditch matches. She found that the absence of the majority of the school made for a more productive day of homework and studying and spent the time in the deserted library, without having to worry about obnoxious first years (or any taunting Slytherins). But today, seeing as though Fred and George had become rather good friends with her, she felt obliged to come along and show her support.

A red and gold Gryffindor scarf was wrapped around her neck, her scarlet gloves kept her hands warm (mostly thanks to a heating charm she had placed upon them) and a ruby red bobble hat was pulled over her messy hair as she made her way down to the Quidditch pitch. She had nobody to walk with to the match, though she was not at all perturb by this, in fact, she greatly enjoyed the solitude.

Another reason why Skylar tended to avoid the matches was because of the extremely loud crowd, she also didn't enjoy being almost crushed at the vast number of people within the stands. Skylar stood, rather cramped between Devon Beswick and Marcus Yarwood, who were both cheering so enthusiastically that the small brunette was in danger of being smacked around the head.

"And it's Johnson–" Lee Jordan was an incredible commentator. He was so quick, witty, that there could be nobody who fitted the job more perfectly. "Johnson with the Quaffle, what a player that girl is, I've been saying it for years but she still won't go out with me–"

Skylar gave a snort of laughter despite herself, her eyes following Angelina as she flew past the Gryffindor stands, the Quaffle under her arm as several Slytherin Chasers followed her on their Nimbus 2001s.

"JORDAN!" came the angry voice of Professor McGonagall through Lee's megaphone.

"–just a fun fact, Professor, adds a bit of interest – and she's ducked Warrington, she's passed Montague, she's – ouch – been hit from behind by a Bludger from Crabbe…" Skylar winced as Angelina dropped the Quaffle, which landed right into Graham Montague's open arms. "Montague catches the Quaffle, Montague heading back up the pitch and – nice Bludger there from George Weasley, that's a Bludger to the head for Montague, he drops the Quaffle, caught by Katie Bell, Katie Bell of Gryffindor reverse–passes to Alicia Spinnet and Spinnet's away–"

Lee's commentary rang around the Quidditch stadium, it was the first time Skylar noticed that, amongst the yelling, cheering, and booing, were the distinct sound of people singing.

"–dodges Warrington, avoids a Bludger – close call, Alicia – and the crowd are loving this, just listen to them, what's that they're singing?"

Skylar listened, her eyes still following the players, as the song coming from a crowd of green and sliver grew louder and louder.

"Weasley cannot save a thing,He cannot block a single ring,That's why Slytherins all sing:Weasley is our King.'Weasley was born in a binHe always lets the Quaffle inWeasley will make sure we winWeasley is our King."

Skylar felt faint. Her insides were twisting and turning with an unfamiliar emotion. She felt as though she wanted to throw up. How horrible. How horrible those evil bastards were. She knew the Slytherins were horrible – she had been the victim of ridicule plenty of times – but never, never, had she known them to do something as horrible and as cruel as this. Trying to embarrass Ron in front of the entire school. Trying to knock the boy's confidence. Saying those… those ghastly things about the Weasley family. Well, Skylar thought savagely, the Weasley's were much better people than a bunch of bullies. She could only imagine how Fred and George were taking this and, looking up, she saw Fred hit a Bludger so harshly that Skylar was rather surprised it had not shattered to pieces.

"–and Alicia passes back to Angelina!" Lee was shouting into the megaphone, desperately trying to drown out the sound of the song. "Come on now, Angelina – looks like she's got just the Keeper to beat! – SHE SHOOTS – SHE – aaaah…"

The Gryffindor spectators groaned as Bletchley, Slytherin's Keeper, saved the goal; he tossed the Quaffle to Cassius Warrington who immediately sped between Alicia and Katie, towards Ron.

"Weasley is our King,Weasley is our King,He always lets the Quaffle inWeasley is our King."

Skylar felt her heart pang with sympathy for the young Weasley as she watched Ron, who looked as though he was sure to faint from his broom, hovering in front of the three goalhoops, Warrington speeding through the air towards him.

"–and it's Warrington with the Quaffle, Warrington heading for goal, he's out of Bludger range with just the Keeper ahead–"

Lee's commentary was now being drowned out by the Slytherin's singing, making Skylar's inside coil once again.

"Weasley cannot save a thing,He cannot block a single ring…"

"–so it's the first test for new Gryffindor Keeper Weasley, brother of Beaters Fred and George, and a promising new talent on the team – come on, Ron!"

Ron had dived for the Quaffle, his arms held wide, but the Quaffle had soared through the air between them and straight through the central goalhoop.

"Slytherin score!" Lee groaned as the Slytherins cheered and sang their horrid song even louder (if that were possible), "so that's ten-nil to Slytherin – bad luck, Ron."

"WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BINHE ALWAYS LETS THE QUAFFLE IN…"

"–and Gryffindor back in possession and it's Katie Bell tanking up the pitch–" Lee had to yell, to try and make himself heard over the almost deafening chorus from Slytherin's spectators.

"WEASLEY WILL MAKE SURE WE WINWEASLEY IS OUR KING…"

"Those evil snakes," Devon hissed from beside Skylar, Devon's brown eyes had almost turned black in anger.

"WEASLEY IS OUR KING,WEASLEY IS OUR KINGWEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN…"

"–and it's Warrington again, who passes to Pucey, Pucey's off past Spinnet, come on now, Angelina, you can take him – turns out you can't – but nice Bludger from Fred Weasley I mean, George Weasley, oh, who cares, one of them, anyway, and Warrington drops the Quaffle and Katie Bell – er - drops it, too – so that's Montague with the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Montague takes the Quaffle and he's off up the pitch, come on now, Gryffindor, block him!"

"WEASLEY CANNOT SAVE A THING…"

"–and Pucey's dodged Alicia again and he's heading straight for goal, stop it, Ron!"

Skylar was chewing onto her lip, only stopping when she tasted the iron of her blood. Montague was cutting through the Gryffindor Chaser, towards Ron. If only Harry would catch the snitch, then it would all be over.

"THAT'S WHY SLYTHERINS ALL SING

WEASLEY IS OUR KING."

Skylar's eyes were now following the young Seeker as he weaved past players in the search for the Golden Snitch. Ron had let in two more goals only a few minutes later, Gryffindor were yet to score and the Slytherin's loud singing was reaching its peak.

"–and Katie Bell of Gryffindor dodges Pucey, ducks Montague, nice swerve, Katie, and she throws to Johnson, Angelina Johnson takes the Quaffle, she's past Warrington, she's heading for goal, come on now, Angelina – GRYFFINDOR SCORE! It's forty-ten, forty-ten to Slytherin and Pucey has the Quaffle, Pucey throws to Warrington, Warrington to Montague, Montague back to Pucey – Johnson intervenes, Johnson takes the Quaffle, Johnson to Bell, this looks good – I mean bad – Bell's hit by a Bludger from Goyle of Slytherin and it's Pucey in possession again…"

"WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BINHE ALWAYS LETS THE QUAFFLE INWEASLEY WILL MAKE SURE WE WIN…"

But the singing was now being drowned out as quite suddenly, Harry dived. Malfoy followed suit only seconds later. The Gryffindor spectators were screaming support loudly from their Seeker, even Skylar could be seen shrieking for the fifth year. The two Seekers were nose to nose within seconds, a blur of red and gold beside a blur of green and sliver. Malfoy was leaning forward on his broom, almost lying flat on his Nimbus 2001 as Harry was pushing his Firebolt forward as hard as he could.

The Gryffindors almost hissed as the Snitch suddenly made a sharp turn, making Malfoy closer to the snitch than Harry. But Harry's reflexes were fast, he turned sharply and within seconds, he and Malfoy were neck and neck.

"Come on Harry!" cried Hermione a few benches down from Skylar.

It was all over in two heart stopping seconds. The crowd all watched as Harry lifted his hand from the handle of his broom, his fingers stretching towards the Snitch. Malfoy's arm rose milliseconds later, groping the air for the Snitch. Harry's finger enclosed around the Golden Snitch before he pulled his broom upwards, the tiny ball held high in his hand as the Gryffindor stands cheered and screamed.

But, quite suddenly, the cheers were replaced with screams of horror. Vincent Crabbe, one of Slytherin's beaters, had aimed a Bludger at Harry. It hit him harshly on the small of his back. The Seeker flew forward, falling from his broom. Skylar would have fainted if he hadn't been only five feet from the ground.

Madam Hooch's whistle sounded, the crowds all letting out words of anger, catcalls and loud jeering from the Slytherins (though thankfully they had stopped that awful song).

Skylar was desperate to get out of the stands. She was almost shaking, the lyrics to the Slytherins song were planted firmly in her mind. Her eyes caught Ron, as he dismounted his broom over by the goalposts, not joining his team as they all celebrated with their Seeker. Skylar pushed past bodies of Gryffindors as she ran down the wooden stairs, towards the exit of the stands.

"Ron!" Skylar called, racing desperately towards the red-head, but his long strides were his advantage as he stomped up the slopping lawns. "Ron please slow down!"

Thinking rather wildly, she pulled out her wand from the pocket of her robes, pointing it directly at Ron's back, "Impedimenta!"

Ron seemed to move in slow motion as the jinx made contact with him. Now running faster than ever before, Skylar reached him effortlessly, grabbing his arm breathlessly before she lifted the jinx.

The look on Ron's face was truly heart-breaking. His baby blue eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks were red raw and the pure humiliation of the match was evident as he gave a loud sniff.

"Those Slytherins are cruel," Skylar said immediately, putting a hesitant hand on Ron's arm. "That – that song was horrid–"

"–it's true though isn't it?" Ron spat, his voice laced with anger. He forcibly threw Skylar's comforting hand off of him and made a sharp turn, now walking towards the distant lawns of Hogwarts. "I can't save a bloody goal."

"Yes you can–"

"No I can't!" Ron bellowed, making Skylar jump and cower under his furious gaze.

"I know what it's like Ron," she murmured under her breath though she was sure that Ron had heard her. "I face those torment from the Slytherins every day–"

"Bet they hadn't took the mick out of your family though," Ron said darkly. "In front of the entire school."

"No," Skylar began, "but–"

"Then don't try and comfort me about something you don't even understand," said Ron, with a voice that plainly told Skylar to leave him alone. Being the coward in Gryffindor that she was, she nodded once, turning her head so that Ron couldn't see the tears well up in her eyes.

"Sorry," she muttered before racing towards the oak front doors.


The Gryffindor common room was warm when Skylar entered through the portrait hole a few hours later. She snuggled into her seat in front of the fire, Wilfred nuzzling against her face as several tears spilled out of her eyes while she watched the snow falling through the darkness outside.

"I can't believe they did that!"

"Angelina they'll be fine…"

"The worst they can get from McGonagall is a detention."

Skylar quickly wiped her eyes and turned in the direction of Angelina and Alicia's voice. Behind the three Chasers, looking as though he was shaking in fury, was a vicious looking Fred Weasley. The team sat themselves in front of the fire, Alicia immediately using the heat to warm her hands. Skylar watched Fred from the corner of her eye as he slumped in an armchair, rubbing his hands over his face.

Utterly bemused, Skylar looked around at the three Chasers for some sort of explanation.

"Malfoy was being absolutely horrible after the match," Alicia explained. "He..." she cast a look at Fred for a fraction of a second, "…he was saying things about Fred and George's mother and father…"

Skylar's jaw dropped, feeling her insides coiling in anger once again. The Slytherins had some nerve.

"And… well… George and Harry sort of–"

"Gave Malfoy what he bloody deserved," spat Fred viciously, almost ripping off his arm pads in anger. "If you weren't restraining me–"

"They beat up Malfoy?" Skylar enquired, her eyes as wide as Galleons.

"Yeah," Fred said with a triumphant smile. "He was practically bawling his eyes on the pitch. Got his comeuppance didn't he?"

"I agree that Malfoy deserved what he got," said Angelina with a scowl. "But Umbridge was at the match and she isn't exactly a fan of Harry or you and George. She isn't going to let them get away lightly."

Angelina, of course, was right.

George and Harry returned little over an hour later. They looked as though they were heading towards the gallows. When they reached their team (and Ginny and Hermione who had joined them around the fire) George slumped in the seat beside Skylar, running his hands through his hair, while Harry looked positively faint as he sat between Ginny and Hermione.

"What happened?" Angelina didn't waste time in interrogating her team mates. "Please… please tell me McGonagall just gave you a detention."

"Oh I wish," George said glumly. "McGonagall was all for giving us a few detentions–"

"But then Umbridge walked in," Harry sighed.

Angelina stiffened. Alicia and Katie both shared anxious glances at their captain and Skylar was preparing herself in case the girl fainted.

"She decided that a lifelong ban from Quidditch would be a better punishment."

Skylar was pretty sure that Angelina had forgotten how to breathe.

"She banned you?" Fred exploded. He had since calmed down after the match and been lazily stroking Wilfred's head, but now his anger was boiling near the surface and Wilfred took off to his owner in fright.

"Not just us," George muttered. "She's banned you too Fred."

"WHAT?!"

"That's ridiculous!" Katie shrieked.

"Banned," breathed Angelina, her hand over her chest and looking as though she was going to throw up. "No Seeker and no Beaters… what on earth are we going to do?"

"It's just so unfair," said Alicia, leaning back into her seat. "I mean, what about Crabbe and that Bludger he hit after the whistle had been blown? Has she banned him?"

"No," said Ginny with despair. "He just got lines, I heard Montague laughing about it at dinner."

"And banning Fred when he didn't even do anything!" cried Alicia, hitting her knee with her fist in anger.

"It's not my fault I didn't," muttered Fred with a harsh scowl, "I would've pounded the little scumbag to a pulp if you three hadn't been holding me back."

"I'm going to bed," Angelina grumbled, getting to her feet. "Maybe this will all turn out to have been a bad dream… maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and find we haven't played yet…"

Alicia and Katie followed their team captain seconds later. This left Skylar beside George, Fred who was glaring at anyone who looked his way, Harry, Hermione and Ginny beside the fire.

"I'm really starting to hate this place," mumbled George. "Umbridge is taking away everything that made this school fun."

Skylar didn't say anything, she simply sighed. She couldn't deny that she agreed with George. Though George's idea of fun may had differed from Skylar's, she knew where he was coming from. All that Umbridge needed to take away now was their joke products (but they were so well hidden that that was unlikely to happen).

The anger that had been boiling inside her stomach throughout the day was surfacing once again. Lifting Wilfred tentatively from her lap, she got to her feet and made her way over to the portrait hole. The library was where Skylar needed to go right now. She could calm down quietly in the library, perhaps cry behind a large book before she had to return to the common room in time for curfew.

Honestly, she wanted to go rip the throats out of several Slytherins. If she wasn't scared about getting another detention with Umbridge she may have done so, but as always the coward within her took control. She hated them. She hated the Slytherins with a passion. It was one thing to pick on someone simply because they are an easy target, but it was something else to pick on an entire family simply because they are not as well off as everybody else. It was… it was something that made Skylar's dislike for the Slytherins turn into hatred.

Her eyes stung harshly as she walked down the marble staircase, running her hands through her hair before making a quick turn–

"Thought we would find you on your way to the library."

She had walked straight into Fred Weasley's chest.

"Well done," sniffed Skylar, peering up at the twins as she wiped her eyes gently. "I needed to get a book for… for Professor Snape's essay on Twilight Moonbeams Potion–"

"We're not draft Sky," said George, arching an eyebrow at her. "We know when you're upset."

"The Slytherins haven't said anything to you, have they?" Fred asked her, tilting his head to study her reaction. The redhead still looked as though he was incredibly ticked off, but in front of the rather distressed brunette he seemed to be keeping his anger at bay for her sake.

"Surprisingly not," she replied.

"Then why are you upset?" George asked, looking perplexed.

"Because I'm angry!" she cried, the salt of her tears burning her eyes as the twins jumped in surprise. "It's… it's those blasted Slytherin's. They think that they can get away with anything, say anything they want without consequences. I don't actually agree with violence but thank Merlin you know how to punch George because Malfoy has had that beating coming to him for years. I just – I can't even begin to fathom how cruel those bastards are! Making that song about Ron! Taking the piss out of your family! It's barbaric!"

"Calm down Sky," George coaxed, sharing a rather alarmed glance with his twin.

"I will not calm down George Weasley!" Skylar almost shrieked, tears pouring from her eyes as her face turned red in anger, stomping her foot. "Those Slytherins can torment me all they want but if they even think they can start bullying people just because they aren't stinking rich then they've got another thing coming," Skylar shuddered slightly to calm herself before looking up to meet the boys identical looks of surprise – Fred and George's anger had, by now, undoubtedly faded away. "What?"

"You're adorable when you're angry," Fred said fondly, stretching out his fingers to wipe away a few stray tears from her rosy cheeks.

"And when you curse," beamed George, "wow."

"Little Skylar tantrum," Fred smirked when Skylar pouted at the pair of them. "If there was one thing that could cheer me up – it would be this."

Skylar really couldn't help it, she smiled at the pair of them before they hooked their arms and hers and dragged her back towards the Gryffindor common room.

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