The Slytherin Stealer
"What time does the Christmas feast start?" asked Ron, intently
watching the falling snow outside the Gryffindore common room
window.
"Around eight," was Hermione's response, slightly lifting her eyes from Dangerous monsters and where to find them.
"Why do you guys have your nose in a book? It's Christmas!" shouted
Ron. This time Harry barely lifted his eyes from Quidditch through the
ages.
"You know Ron; you should try reading a book from the Hogwarts Library," said Hermione Impatiently, throwing Ron Hogwarts: A history.
"Nah, I'd rather not," Ron added, throwing Hermione back her book.
"Then go find something else to do. Geese Ron You're like A Bumble
shoot that won't open!" Hermione said, her voice getting louder.
"Okay, okay, okay, I get it Hermione." Ron added innocently.
When eight o'clock rolled, Ron was the most excited.
"Ron slow down," complained Hermione, breaking into a run to try and keep up with sprinting Ron.
"You'd never know a guy is afraid to read a book, can run that fast,"
said Harry. Ron was the first to enter to Great hall for the feast,
Harry and Hermione arriving five minutes later. The three sat down
together at one big long table. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, came
strutting in moments later and took seats at the end of the table. Then
suddenly plates and all the food you could eat in a lifetime where
spread across the table, not to mention a huge turkey. Ron quickly
grabbed one of everything on the table. Everyone stuffed them self,
until they felt like they could burst. Then at eleven o'clock, everyone
dragged them self's, to their respective house dormitories.
Weeks later came the first Quidditch match of the season, ageist
Slytherin. Harry didn't sleep well the night before the match. Around
one in the morning the dormitory door opened. In slipped a tall dark
figure in green robes and pointed nose, slipping out of the room. Harry
looked at the trunk at the base of his bed. Everything had been thrown
on to the floor. Harry was positive the figure in the green robes was
Professor Snape. Snape had never liked Harry, though he never
thought Snape would come into his dorm and rummage through his
stuff. Harry looked at his trunk again and picked up his Firebolt racing
broom to examine it. Everything seemed fine. Harry set it down again.
"How did a Slytherin get past the fat ladies' portrait hole?" Harry asked
himself, closing his eyes and falling asleep.
In the morning, in the great hall, Harry explained what he'd see last
night.
"Malfoy!" was Ron's first assumption.
"Snape?" suggested Hermione.
"That's what I think," Harry added. Just then Oliver Wood, Gryffindore's
Captain came by.
"Eat up Harry. Remember, Malfoy will be on your tail the whole game
today, so when you see the snitch, mislead him, the put your Firebolt
into full acceleration and grab the snitch. Good Luck! " Then Wood
disappeared in to the crowds of the morning. At ten forty- five The
Gryffindore Quidditch team, left for the locker rooms. Harry and the
team changed into their scarlet Quidditch robes and waited for Wood's
pre-game pep talk.
"All right. This is my seventh and final year at
Hogwarts, and my final chance to win the cup. Today is the first leg to
winning the cup. Harry, Remember what I told you at breakfast about
Malfoy. Fred and George, Slytherin's beaters will be attacking Harry
with Bludgers, so be alert. Chasers, remember how Slytherin plays the
game. Now let's show 'em who's boss!" the team went nuts after
wood finished the pep talk. The two teams walked onto the fields.
Madam Hooch was refereeing again.
"Mount your brooms! On my whistle! 3-2-1 TWEET!"
"The Quaffle is released, and the game has started!" yelled an excited,
Lee Jordan. "Slytherin in possession, Flint storming towards the
Gryffindore zone. Shoots and scores DANG IT! 10-0 Slytherin. Angelina
with the Quaffle now, passes to spinnet, to Bell Shoots, saved by
Bletchley, gives the Quaffle to Pucey shoots, scores. GEESE WOOD! ARE
YOU ASLEEP OR SOMETHING? 20-0 Slytherin! Angelina has the Quaffle
again shoots SCORES! FINALLY! 20- 10 Slytherin! TAKE THAT YOU DIRTY
ROTTEN…"
"Lee Jordan!"
"Sorry mam. Slytherin in position with flint with the Quaffle shoots
SAVE BY WOOD! Bell with the Quaffle, but stolen by flint, and scores.
30-10 Slytherin. Angelina with the Quaffle shoots and saved, but hang
on look at Harry's Broom! Bet Malfoy Jinxed it!
"LEE!"
"Sorry. Malfoy spots the snitch and catches it!
! Slytherin
wins 170- 10".
Every one for Gryffindore looked glum. There was silence in the locker
room after words.
"Told you Snape Jinxed your broom," taunted Ron.
"Now, I did stupid!" shouted Hermione. "Well let's go find out!" The
three marched down to past the Slytherin's.
"Look it's looser Potter taunted Malfoy."
"We want to speak to Dumbledore," said Hermione proudly.
"Come in," said Dumbledore from his office. Harry told Dumbledore
about how he saw a Slytherin in his dorm.
"Yes," said Dumbledore. "Snape told me. Marcus Flint snuck into the
Gryffindore boy's dorm and jinxed your broom. Snape, as you saw, did
not jinx the broom, but chased away Flint. It cost Slytherin 250 points
and flint two dentations," finished Dumbledore. "Oh thanks," shouted
Ron standing up. "For clearing it all up." "Any time," added
Dumbledore. And the three left Dumbledore's office.