As the semester flew by, Harry started to forget about the Dursleys, for he had simply too many other things to focus on. Quidditch took up most of his free time, and Harry loved it. The second match of the quidditch season against Ravenclaw had gone by in a storm. The snitch had been captured by Harry after about 20 minutes in the game, and the Gryffindor stands were shouting and celebrating so loudly that even McGonagall had to tell them to quiet down. (Although Harry was not so sure she meant it, she had a slight grin while she said it.) He was pretty sure she too had been celebrating loudly, especially in front of the other heads of houses.Because of quidditch, Harry had a hard time following up on his homework. He was very thankful he had a friend like Hermione who could help him out when he needed extra support.Snape and him hadn’t had any other interactions apart from class-related discussions. Examples of such discussions could be whether or not he was doltish, how wrong his homework was, or if Harry put in berry juice when his wigglewend potion was blue, not turquoise, merely because he was an idiot or because he had that as an intention. To put it simply, things were as normal as they could be.His bruises had healed a lot during his semester at Hogwarts, and he started to wear a lower and lower glamour as the time went by.