Draco's POV
"The stall!" Hermione yelled, grabbing my arm and pushing the stall open. We ran in, locking it behind us, both of us shaking.
"Don't worry, Draco! Hermione! We're here! They're dead," Ron whispered. We both shook our heads, angrily.
"WE HEARD YOU!" We both yelled,
"What do we do?"
"Confuse it?" Harry suggested,
"Confused it? Hey! Pea brain!" Ron yelled,
"You think they can do this?" I whispered,
"Definitely not, we're going to die," Hermione whispered back.
"I didn't even get to try out for the quidditch team," I muttered, sadly.
"Draco! I will kill you if you don't shut up!" Harry yelled. I rolled my eyes.
"Sorry," I yelled, seeing Harry shove his wand up his nose. I glanced at Ron, who took a deep breath and muttered,
"Wingardium LEVI-OHHHH-SA!" The trolls club starts flying up, and Ron slams it down on the troll's head. The troll wobbles for a second, letting go of Harry's leg, making Harry slam down on the ground. The troll wobbles for a second before falling to the ground.
I opened the stall, and Hermione and I walked out.
"Is it dead?" Hermione asked,
"I don't think so. Maybe just passed out," Harry said.
"No need to kill it, after all," Ron muttered sarcastically.
"Yeah, well, that's big of you." Harry pulled his wand out of the troll's nose.
"Ew! Troll snot." I cringed, trying not to throw up. We heard footsteps running into the bathroom. Professor Snape, McGonagall, and Quierell all glared at us.
"Explain yourselves!" McGonagall snapped,
"It's all my fault professor!" Hermione yelled. The three of us turned at her confused,
"Miss Granger!"
"I went looking for the troll. I've read ·about them and thought I could handle it. But I was wrong. If they hadn't come along ... I'd be dead." Hermione explained,
"I'm very disappointed in you, Miss Granger. Five points will be taken from Gryffindor for your very serious lack of judgment. As for you gentlemen, I hope you realize just how lucky you are. Not many First Years could take on a full-grown mountain troll and live to tell the tale. I award each of you five points... for sheer dumb luck."
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"Take a bit of toast, mate. Go on." Ron said, at the great hall the next morning. Harry shook his head,
"Ron's right, Harry. You're going to need your strength today." Hermione said,
"I'm not hungry."
"But you need to eat something, it's your first match," I commented, as Snape walked over to us, smirking.
"Good luck today, Potter. Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll, a little game of Quidditch should be easy work for you. Even if it is against my boys." Snape laughed, before walking to the Slytherin table, limping.
"That was disturbing," I said,
"I'll tell you what's disturbing, Snape's smiling." Ron cringed.
"That explains the blood," Harry whispered
"What blood?" I asked,
"Last night, Ron and I saw Snape heading for the third floor. I'm guessing he let the troll in as a diversion, tried to get past the three-headed dog, and got himself a bit. That's why he's limping." Harry explained,
"But why would anyone go near that dog?" Hermione asked,
"Listen. The day I was at Gringotts, Hagrid took something out of one of the vaults. Said it was Hogwarts business. very secret." Harry said,
"so you're saying..." I started,
"That's what the dog's guarding. That's what Snape wants. "
"But what's safer than Gringotts?" Ron asked,
"One place, according to Hagrid. Hogwarts."
"Well, whatever it is, it must be really valuable," Hermione said.
"Or really dangerous," I said. Then a loud screech appeared, and an owl came carrying a large package.
"A bit early for mail, isn't it?" Hermione asked,
"That's Hedwig," Harry said. The owl placed the package in front of Harry, and Harry opens the package, after handing Hedwig a piece of toast.
"It's a broomstick."
"Not just any broomstick, the Nimbus 2000!" I said excitedly.
"But who?" Harry asked before his gaze shifted to the Professor's table, where Professor McGonagall had a small smile on her lips, watching us.
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"Look there's Harry," Hermione shouted pointing at Harry and the rest of the quidditch team coming onto the field.
"Quaffle' s up and straight off taken by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor. What an. excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive too, I might add..." I chuckled, as Professor McGonagall cast an evil glare at Lee Jordan, the commenter.
"Cradling the Quaffle, Angelina Johnson WEAVES wickedly past a Slytherin Chaser, DUCKS UNDER a sizzling Bludger that Fred Weasley CHIPS AWAY, then DISHES OFF to a speeding Alicia, FALLS into a FIFTEEN FOOT ROLLING DIVE feeds the Quaffle back to Angelina... but has it INTERCEPTED by a slashing Marcus Flint. Flint FLIES FAST for the hoop, rears back... but has his shot BLOCKED by Oliver Wood. Wood bumps the Quaffle to Chaser Katie Bell, who ROCKETS past Flint the length of the field... only to take a Bludger to the back of the head. As the Quaffle pops loose, Marcus Flint grabs it, drives with astonishing speed-back the other way, then takes a Bludger himself, courtesy of George Weasley. Angelina Johnson swoops down, snatches the spinning Quaffle, and, flying like lightning, races the field to score."
The Gryffindor's all start cheering as they score our first goal. Then a tall, large man made his way through the crowd.
"Budge up there. Clear the way. How's Harry holdin' up?" Hagrid asked as we squished ourselves together to make space for him.
"He hasn't had much to do yet," Ron told him.
"First game. He stays outta trouble, that'll be doin' enough." Hagrid said.
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"Foul! Foul! Foul!" the four of us yelled, as Marcus Flint slams into him from the side. Harry tried to kick his broom up higher, almost tossing himself off his broom.
"Dunno what Harry thinks he's doin'. If I didn't know better, I'd say he's lost control of his broom." Hagrid said,
"Maybe something happened to it when Flint blocked him?" I suggested Harry's broom lurchers forward again. Harry manages to stop himself by falling off, with one hand on the broom.
"No. Can't nothin' interfere with a broomstick except. powerful dark magic. No kid could do that to a Nimbus 2000." Hagrid said, Hermione grabbed the binoculars from Hagrid's neck and scans the crowd.
"It's Snape, he's jinxing it." She whispered to us. I grab the binoculars from her, finding Snape in the crowd of professors. Snape looked like he was muttering something to himself as he stared at Harry. Ron grabbed them out of my hands and looked.
"What do we do?" He asked,
"Leave it to me," Hermione whispered. We both glance at each other nervously as Fred and George circle Harry, who now held on the broom with two hands.
"Come on, Hermione," Ron whispered, staring at Harry through the binoculars.
"Did Snape just?"
"Erupt into flames?" I asked, trying not to laugh, as we watched Snape trying to put out the flames.
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