ByKj Holl, writer at Creators.co

A/N: Okay, so I decided to put this first, sorry! Anyway, I really need to get moving on this story! I have over 50 parts and they haven't even taken exams yet! So, I'm going to speed things up a bit so I can hurry up and get to the Chamber of Secrets, I've got lots planned for that one! I'll let you read now! Accio chapter!---------------------------------------------------

Harry has another Quidditch game today, which means I have to sing again. After that fight with Parkinson, I feel like I could kick Quirrell's arse! The only problem with the match, according to the trio, is that Snape is reffing. I don't really see the problem there but they do. "Pretend to be ill," Mione suggested immediately after Harry told us.

"Madame Pomfrey could cure him in three seconds," I reasond with an eye roll. As part Ravenite (Yeah, I said that!) I will point out flaws in their plans.

"Pretend to break your leg!" Mione revised. She could fix that, too!

"Really break your leg!" Ron chirped a bit too eagerly. I slapped him in the head. "Ow! Bloody h*ll, Alex," Ron rubbed his head.

"If it really worries you, Hare, you can always drop out for the game," I shrugged, going back to Hogwarts: A History. I'm a bit of a book worm, just so you know. Harry ran his hand through his black hair, which I thought was way hot!, and slumped down in an arm chair.

"I can't drop out, Lexi," He sighed angrily. I gave him a puzzled look over my glasses, because I'm sitting on the floor. "We don't have a reserve seeker. If I don't suck it up and play, Gryffindor has to forefit."

"You've just answered your own question, then, haven't you? You have to play," I said coyly and cotinued to read the white covered book. After a bit, I got bored. "Awkward turtle be bored of homework," I groaned, laid on the floor, and let the book lay open on my stomach.

"Alright, akward turtle, let's go down to the Quidditch pitch," Ron suggested. I nodded and bolted up to Mione's dorm. I picked out one of her old, really cute, outfits. I can't believe that Hermione Jean Granger used to be a girly girl! (Outfit is in Media, just put the skirt and crop top as black, and the tank-top and accesories /SP/ as red)

"Come on, Alexia! We're going to be late!" Mione shouted to me. I finished brushing through my now black hair and ran downstairs. "Dang! You look good in Korean!" Hermione gave an approving nod. Every guy in the common room nodded, making me go red in the face.

"Yeah. If you have anything that's Korean you can't wear, it's now officially mine. Now, can we get out of here?" I asked, shifting uncomfortably nder the attention. Hary nodded, took my hand (to make the other guys think I'm off limits, probably), and led me down to the Quidditch pitch. I didn't complain when he didn't let me go. The heels of my black boots kept clicking with each step we took. Harry was basically dragging me, but I really didn't mind. We made it to the Quidditch pitch right when Oliver was ging to talk to the team. "Go," I hissed and pushed him to the tent.

"Later, Little Lexi," he said and pecked me on the cheek.

"Later, Hare," I waved with my fingers, speaking in a small voice as Harry took off into the tent. I was squealing in happiness inside of my head. I was blushing like mad as I turned to find Mione and Ron waiting by the stands for me.

"We saw that," they choroused with identical smirks. I blushed again, looked at my shoes, nodded slightly, and followed them to our seats. I couldn't hide the smile on my face, but I could try. I tried biting my lip, but thatt didn't work. I tried to thing of something sad, but every other memory was fuzzed out at the moment. I finally gave up once we sat down. "Will she ever stop smiling?" Ron asked Mione. I blushed even deeper, and finally dropped my grin. Mostly because I would have to sing in a few seconds.

"Finally. I thought she'd be stuck like that," Hermione giggled. Giggling should be outlawed! "Do you even know what you're going to sing, Alexia?" Mione asked. My heart dropped in my stomach. I hadn't given it any thought what-so-ever! "Well, you'd better think fast!" I casted my mind around the inspirational songs I knew, and somehow my mind wandered to what Parkinson had called Mione.

"Got it!" I said to myself.

"Welcome to another Quidditch match! Gryffindor *Cheeres from Lions and Eagles, Boos from Snakes, nothing from badgers* VS Hufflepuff *Cheers from Badgers and Snakes*! Before Madame Hooch begins the game, gorgeous Princess Alex is going to entertain us!" Lee began. Cheers errupted from most of the houses. Slytherins hissed because word of the Parkinson/Cason rivalry spread quickly. Some snakes cheered, though. Those who didn't like Parkinson. I blushed at how Lee called me gorgeous and walked down the the center of the pitch, between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff teams.

"Sonarus," I breathed, wand to my neck. My voice boomed. "Hey guys! This song is for people who don't undertand that people who talk behind your backs, are behind you for a reason," I smiled confidently. More cheers. "I hope you like it!" I cleared my throat and took another deep breath.

"Mama told me not to waste my life

She said spread your wings my little butterfly

Don't let what they say keep you up at night

And if they give you shhhh

Then they can walk on by

My feet, feet can't touch the ground

And I can't hear a sound

But you just keep on running up your mouth yeah

Walk, walk on over there

'Cause I'm too fly to care, oh yeah

Your words don't mean a thing

I'm not listening

Keep talking, all I know is

Mama told me not to waste my life,

She said spread your wings my little butterfly

Don't let what they say keep you up at night

And they can't detain you

'Cause wings are made to fly

And we don't let nobody bring us down

No matter what you say it won't hurt me

Don't matter if I fall from the sky

These wings are made to fly

Huh huh

I'm firing up on that runway

I know we're gonna get there someday

But we don't need no ready steady go, no

Talk, talk turns into air

And I don't even care, oh yeah

Your words don't mean a thing

I'm not listening

Keep talking, all I know is

Mama told me not to waste my life,

She said spread your wings my little butterfly

Don't let what they say keep you up at night,

And they can't detain you

'Cause wings are made to fly

And we don't let nobody bring us down

No matter what you say it won't hurt me

Don't matter if I fall from the sky

These wings are made to fly

I don't need no one saying hey, hey, hey, hey

I don't hear no one saying hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

You better keep on walking

I don't wanna hear your talking, boy'd

You better keep on walking

I don't wanna hear your talking, boy'd

Your words don't mean a thing

I'm not listening

They're just like water off my wings

Mama told me not to waste my life

She said spread your wings my little butterfly

Don't let what they say keep you up at night

And they can't detain you

'Cause wings are made to fly

And we don't let nobody bring us down

No matter what you say it won't hurt me

Don't matter if I fall from the sky

These wings are made to fly

And we don't let nobody bring us down

No matter what you say it won't hurt me

Don't matter if I fall from the sky

These wings are made to fly," I sang. (Song is Wings by Little Mix) Cheers followed and I took off the spell. I turned to the Quidditch teams. "Have fun, be safe, play fairly, and try not to fall. If you do fall, I'll attempt to catch you. Understand?"

"Yes, Princess," was echoed through the players. I nodded, wished both teams luck, and walked back to my seat.

"Alex cotinues to wow us all! From looks to talent and acedemics, she's got it all!" Lee praised as I sat down. I smiled and blushed as I watched the game.

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The game went well. Snape awarded random penalties to Hufflepuff, though. Gryffindor won 210-40! Take that, Hufflepuffians! (You read right!) The four of us were now sitting in the library, slaving over tens of books with tens of thousands pages. I opened up a chocolate frog that I nicked from Flich's office a few minutes ago. I know he's a squib, but he seriously needs to put some protection on that office of his! I cast the immobile jinx on the chocolate before eating it. I feel barbaric eating them when they move. I gave Harry the card because he collects them and I couldn't care less about them. "Dumbledore again!" Harry sighed angrily at the card. I shrugged.

"Get what you get, and you don't throw a fit," I chanted without emotion. Harry lit up, almost like he'd remembered something, and snatched uo the card. His emerald eyes darted from left to right, reading the card, cocentration etched across his face.

"Read this!" Harry ordered, shoving the card to Ron. Ron sighed, rolled his blue eyes, and took the card.

"Albus Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the Dark Wizard Grindewald in 1945, discovering the 12 uses of Dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicholas Flamel!" Ron began in a bored tone, rising to an enthuiastic whisper-shout. Hermione looked shocked and then she bolted off without another word.

"I've had you looking in the wrong section! How could I be so stupid?!" Hermione scolded once she returned, a brown book as big as her in her arms. She slammed it down on the table, covering my glasses with dust. "I checked this out WEEKS ago for a bit of light reading!"

"This is light?" Ron asked, staring at the giant book. Hermione gave him a look that said 'If you want to keep your mouth, I suggest you shut it.' Hermione flipped through the pages until she found Flamel.

"Of course! Here it is! Nicholas Flamel is the only know maker of the Sorcerer's stone!" Mione said dramatically.

"The what?" Harry and Ron asked stupidly. I faceplanted on the desk, shaking it.

"Honestly, don't you two read?" Mione said sarcastically.

"Seriously, Ron! Mione's muggle-born, but she knows more about magic than you do!" I groaned, my voice muffled by the wood. I could tell that Ron flushed in embarrassment. Achievement!

"Listen!" Mione hissed at the boys. She began to read the page about the Philosopher's stone. I tuned her out because I, unlike those dunderheads, know what the stone is. It can turn any metal into solid gold and can make the elixer of life, making the drinker unable to die. Until such a time when your elixer runs dry and you negect to drink more. It's for greedy people, so; not for me.

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