HP: Thunderstorm, Moon, and The Seer

November 9th, 1991, Hogwarts, The Great Hall, 8:20 AM.

The weather was rather warm with bright sunlight; sparse clouds could be seen drifting off into the horizon.

It was a perfect day for an exciting match between the Gryffindor and the Slytherin. Almost every student of Hogwarts was present at the stadium, waiting for the start of the game.

And so was Harry.

Despite the fact that being squeezed back and fort at the front row was quite a horror for the shy boy, this was his two best friend's first ever proper game, so he's determined to be there for them.

*Clap Clap* 

Hagrid's menacing voice once again stabilised the chaotic row full of the first-years. "Alright, ev'rybody, steady in yer spots; no more pushin' an' muckin' about, the game's 'bout ter start!" The friendly half-giant took a seat beside Harry as he gently patted the boy's back, which Harry replied with a grateful nod.

Hermion also took a seat on his right. "Are you sure you can pull through? If anything-" She looked at Harry's slightly pale complexion with utter worriness.

"I-it's fine, Hermione. I-i'll be just fine..." Harry waved his hand as he took deep breaths.

...

Meanwhile, inside the tent, where the Gryffindor team was preparing.

"Alright, here we go... breathe, Ron, breathe... just like Harry did..." Wearing the red uniform, Ron was standing still like a tree, holding on to his new broomstick as he tried to meditate as Harry had advised so as to somehow give a boost to his mind. "You got this... just imagine Malfoy humiliating defeat as he fails to catch the Snitch...right that it..." Ron's kept mumbling this himself as his mouth curled up into a smirk.

*Thud* 

Suddenly Ron was snapped back to reality by a heavy pat to the shoulder.

"Nervous, Ron?" Said the well-built and burly teenager, with a commanding presence. He was none other than the team captain, Oliver Wood.

"A little". Ron gave a wry smile.

"That's all right." Oliver's eyes shone with compassion as he looked out into the green field. "I felt the same way before my first game."

"What happend?" Ron too, following his gaze.

"I don't really remember." Oliver said it with unwavering confidence. "I took a Bludger to the head two minutes in. Woke up in the hospital a week later." 

'...Merlin's beard..Ugh, I almost forgot how mental he was!' Ron had to hold back a choke.

...

Moments later, the entire stadium erupted in a frenzy of shouts, screams, and cheers, accompanied by Lee Jordan, the Quidditch commentator, announcing the start of the game.

Having finished each team's respective introductions, as well as the confirmation of Madam Hooch. Lee Jordan shouted into the microphone, "The quaffle is released. Let's the game begin!"

"Go GRYFFINDOR! LET THEM SNAKE TASTE THE BITTER!" The entire row of the Gryffindor's first year was soon lost in chaos as Ron was participating. Even Hermione was cheering for the ginger as loud as she could, while Harry was silently cheering for both Draco and Ron.

The game was tenser than ever as Slytherin began leading ahead by 50 points just 10 minutes into the game. On the other side, both Ron and Draco were surprising in a stalemate under the bewilderment of many spectators, both for their broom-riding skills. Hindering each other attempts at catching the Golden Snitch while keeping a close track of it.

Both of them were smiling brightly.

Yet when all eyes were following the match, Harry suddenly sensed at least two distinctive gazes falling on him across the field.

One with obvious malice while the other was a mixed, which made the boy shudder. It was no fleeting glaces, but totally direct, as if drilling into the boy.

"Come o- Harry? What's wron-" Just as Hermione turned to her pale, shuddering friend.

Suddenly one of the players nearest to their row, her broom, somehow turned quacky as it began to disobey the rider, resulted in sweeping a bludger, coming out of nowhere right into Harry's seat.

"Look out!" Hargrid's eyes widened as he tried to block the coming bludger.

However, the half-giant wasn't fast enough. Yet, the second it was about to incapacipate Harry, the black iron ball was jerk back into the field by some invisible force.

The thing was dangling in the air, as if being torn by two unknown forces.

*Huff Huff* Harry snapped out of his trance and ducked behind Hargird, allowing the big man to completely shield him.The boy then hurriedly relayed his experience just then to Hermione as he pointed in a general direction to where the feeling came from.

With a bright mind, the little witch soon figured out what happened. Someone was jixing the bludger as well as the broom, trying to make it look like an accident.

Shet took out her binoculars, looking at where Harry pointed. Within her view were the sight of Professor Snape mumbling incoherently, his gaze fixed at the bludger, and much to her surprise, the shuttering professor was also mumbling something, yet those eyes of him were udoubtedly shone with utter confidence.

"It's Snape! He's jinxing the thing! and Quirrell was?" Hermione's mind began to stir with questions.

'Did he really hate me that much!?' Harry was truly wondering what exactly did he do to the potion professor ever since he began Hogwarts.

Yesterday, the quartet noticed Snape limping. Harry, Hermione, Draco, and Ron were standing in the Hogwarts Courtyard on a cold November day, staying warm with a jar full of Bluebell Flames. Snape approached, and they noticed he was limping, quite the suspicion. The professor told Harry that library books were not allowed out-of-doors and took away Quidditch Through the Ages. Which resulted in Ron spilling his devious mouth though, Draco managed to not let it reach the professor's ear.

Later that day, Harry gathered all his courage to go to the staff room, hoping to get back the library copy of the book. The only people in the staff room were Snape and Filch.The boy noticed that Filch was helping Snape bandage a large wound on his leg that has been causing him to limp.

Eventually Harry did hear Snape say about sustaining the injury from the bite of a certain dog.

'It couldn't be because of that, right...Wait..' Yet, upon hearing Hermione mention the name Quirrell, his eyes shone with contemplation.

*CRASH* 

An eardeafing sound cut off Harry's train of thought and followed an errily silent spearding the entire field.

'W-what happened' Harry followed Hermione's bewildered gaze. 

"R-Ron, h-he..." The bushy girl pointed downward. It seemed like Ron fell over trying to catch the snitch, drawing quite a line across the field.

"Ah, tha's gonna hurt badly, poor li'l kiddo." Hagrid lamented

It was at this moment that Lee Jorden once again announced a shocking statement. "He's got the Snitch! Ronald Weasly receives 150 points for catching the Snitch."

Simultaneously, Madam Hooch blew the whistle, signalling that the time for the match had ended. Therefore, with plus 150 points...

"The winner is... GRYFFINDOR!" Lee shouted at the microphone as the entire crowd erupted into cheers; some students even started blashing fireworks with their wand. 

Down at the field, Ron was still in a daze, lying on the ground, looking stupidly at the Golden Snitch in his hand, covered with his saliva.

"Well play Ronald." It was Darco's voice that brought the ginger back; he extended a hand to Ron.

"You too." For the first time, Ron shared a genuine smile with the sleek blond hair boy as he took his hand.

Soon Harry and Hermione joined the celebration down at the field.

Yet amid the cheerful, rowdy crowd, Harry caught sight of a hooded figure limping quickly by, toward the castle. The figure only sparsely glanced before resuming his steps.

'Snape..." Harry knew who he was, but more importantly, the boy notice another dreadful glance hiding itself amid the crowd

Feeling the gaze slowly drifted away. Harry turned around abruptly, hoping to identify it.

The boy's emerald eyes widened as he saw a purple silhouette walking out of the stadium.

Despite the fact that Quirrell was never looking back, Harry felt his scap numb as the feeling of being watched, still presence, came out from behind the professor.