A/n: Woohoo! I finally finished this! And I'm almost over my bronchitis and strep throat! YAY! Now only if I had Ben and Jerry's! :)
Chapter 3: Harry Potter, Gryffindor Seeker!
(No one's Point of View)
Both Professor McGonagall and Harry walked down the corridor until they got to Professor Quirrell's class.
"You wait here," she said to Harry.
She walked to the door and asked,
"Professor Quirrell, excuse me. Could I borrow Wood for a moment, please?"
"Y-y-yes, of course," Quirrell replied.
Wood got up and followed Professor McGonagall.
"Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I have found you a Seeker."
Harry looked slightly surprised at that, and yet more confused than anything else.
"Have you heard? Harry Potter's the new Gryffindor Seeker. I always knew he'd do well," Sir Nicholas said.
(Cordelia's Point of View)
We were walking down a hallway, Harry, Ron, and I, when Harry told us the news.
"Seeker," I asked.
"But first years never make the house teams," Ron added, "You must be the youngest player in-"
"A century, according to McGonagall."
The Ron's brothers, Fred and George, walked up.
"Hey, well done, Harry. Wood's just told us."
"Fred and George are on the team too. Beaters."
"Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any promises though. Rough game, Quidditch."
"Brutal, but no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally. But they'll turn up in a month or two."
"Oh go on, Harry," Ron said encouragingly, "Quidditch is great! Best game there is!"
"And you'll be great too," I said to him.
I smiled at Hermione as she ran up beside us.
"But I've never even played Quidditch. What if I make a fool of myself?"
"You won't make a fool of yourself," Hermione said, "It's in your blood."
Then all four of us ran to the trophy room to see what Hermione meant.
"Woah," Ron said.
On a plaque there was 'Seeker James Potter 1979' under a Gryffindor banner.
"Harry you never told me your father was a Seeker, too!"
"I-I didn't know," Harry said shaking his head.
We started walking back to the common room when Ron said,
"I'm telling you, it's spooky. She knows more about you than you do!"
Hermione and I saw the back railing pull away and we jogged to catch up with the boys.
"Who doesn't?"
Suddenly the stairs gave a jerk and they were moving on us. Fan-f**king-tastic.
"What Happening?"
"The staircases change, remember?"
Suddenly the staircase stopped.
"Let's go this way."
"Before the staircase moves again."
We went straight into a door and I go tan eerie feeling.
"Does anybody feel like we shouldn't be here?"
"We're not supposed to be here," I said.
"This is the third floor. It's forbidden," Hermione added.
Suddenly a torch lit.
"Let's go."
We turned around to find Mrs. Norris. She let out a meow.
"It's Filch's cat!"
"Run!"
We ran down the corridor as the torches lit before we reached them.
"Quick, let's hide through that door!"
We to a door that ended up being locked.
""It's locked!"
"That's it. We're done for!"
"Oh move over! Alohomora. Get in."
The door unlocked and we all rushed inside.
"Alohomora?"
"Standard Books of Spells, chapter seven."
We heard Filch leave.
"Filch is gone."
"He thinks this door's locked"
"It was locked."
"And for good reason."
We saw a three headed dog sleeping on the floor and I immediately thought,
Oh hey, It's Cerberus. Didn't think I would find him here.
The dog woke up and yawned. It saw us and we stood there in awe and fear...well I stood in awe a bit. It growled and lunged at us as we ran out the door screaming. We managed to shut the door and leave the third floor corridor. As we got into Gryffindor Tower Ron said,
"What do they think they're doing, keeping a thing like that locked up in a school?"
"You don't use your eyes do you? Didn't you see what it was standing on?"
"I wasn't looking at it's feet! I was a bit more preoccupied with it's heads! Or Maybe you didn't notice. There were three!"
"It was standing on a trap door which means it wasn't there by accident. It's guarding something."
We all stood at the doors to our respective dorms.
"Guarding something?"
"That's right. Now If you three don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of you two come up with another clever idea to get us killed. Or worse, expelled."
Hermione turned and walked into the girls' dorm and I asked,
"Since when is being expelled worse than dieing? I thought it was the other way around."
"She needs to sort out her priorities."
With that I went to bed.