Hi, here I am back with Chapter four! Thank you to my first reviewer, you know who you are, and guys please review. Because I forgot to in the last few chapters I am adding a disclaimer: Let's just say I don't own Harry Potter, the amazing JK Rowling does. So, in this chapter it's still fluffy happy Hogwarts mood, but it will soon get more serious. Thanks for reading.
-i want to be a weasley
"Ernie told me that Justin told him that Seamus Finnigan told him that Harry Potter told him, that Harry's on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and he's the seeker, and he's the youngest seeker in a century," Susan gossiped to Hannah and Pamina a week later at lunch.
"That's cool, but how do we know one of them just didn't make it up?" Hannah asked, clearly not convinced.
"Well, we don't, but it's better we believe it than not, right?" Susan answered.
"Well I think we should go talk to Potter, and ask him if it's true, don't you think?" Pamina wondered.
"He's a celebrity, I don't know if we're up to this," Hannah joked.
"Whatever, just come with me," Pamina rolled her eyes.
Pamina and her friends walked over to the Gryffindor table and approached Harry Potter, sitting next to Hermione Granger and his friend, Ron Weasley. Hermione spotted them first.
"Hi Hannah," she greeted. Hannah waved.
Harry turned around to see who Hermione was talking to.
"Hi," Pamina greeted him, "I'm Pamina Waterwill, and these are my friends Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott. We're first years from Hufflepuff."
She stuck out her hand for him to shake.
"I'm Harry Potter," he shaked her hand timidly.
"Well, we know that," Hannah told him, and he let out a sort of half smile.
"We were just wondering if we could ask you a question. Um, are you on the Gryffindor Quidditch team?" Pamina was nervous, asking such a personal question to a household name.
"You can tell us, we promise we won't tell anyone, especially the Slytherins," Hannah told him.
"Yeah, and we're friends with Hermione," Pamina added.
"Well at least I am," Hannah glared at Pamina.
"Well…" Harry screwed his face up into the most odd thinking face Pamina had ever seen, "I guess I could tell you...but if you tell anyone I will set a mountain troll on you, I'm serious. I am on the team, and I play Seeker."
"Woah! That's so cool!" Pamina exclaimed.
"We really hope you do good against the Slytherins," Susan added.
"Everyone does, no one likes them," Hannah told him.
Harry laughed.
"Well we gotta get going, but we'll be cheering for you in the stands," Susan told him as the girls left the Great Hall
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A few weeks later, Pamina, Susan, and Hannah piled in the Hogwarts Quidditch Stadium. They sat next to Hermione Granger and a few other Gryffindors, holding a sign they made that read, "Potter for President."
The two teams got onto the pitch, and Pamina could tell Harry looked extra queasy. Madame Hooch made the two team captains shake hands, and then they were off. Pamina could barely keep up. She had been to a Quidditch match before, but she hadn't been nearly as excited as now. She kept cheering, she couldn't wait to see the Slytherins defeated. The game went on for a while, and Pamina could tell that Harry was looking hard for the Golden Snitch. What if he couldn't find it? What would they do then? Would it go on forever, or would Madame Hooch eventually end it? Well that would be embarrassing.
Not that much later, Harry Potter's broom tried to get him off. It thrashed and whipped around, until Hermione Granger put a stop to it. Then Harry caught the Golden Snitch! Well, he didn't really catch it as much as swallow it, but the Gryffindor team still won. Pamina could see the bully Draco Malfoy glaring down at Potter. He had been boasting all through History of Magic how Slytherin would win, for they were the most superior team in the school. Serves him right, Malfoy, Pamina thought.
