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Harry filled Aveira and Ron in about the 'package' in the Vault in Gringotts that was moved to Hogwarts and his theory about where it was. They all agreed that it had to be valuable or dangerous. Or perhaps even both.

The happiest moment they had had all day was when Harry and Aveira's brooms came in the owl post.

When they came in, all three of them could hardly contain their excitement. They got up from the table and half ran out of the Great Hall. But before they could get to the stairs, they met Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle. They were blocking the way upstairs. Draco came up and took Harry's broomstick, still wrapped, and felt it.

"That's a broomstick. You'll be in for it this time, Potter."

"It's not any old broomstick," Aveira interjected. "it's a Nimbus Two Thousand."

"What did you say you had at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty?" said Ron.

"What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn't afford half the handle." said Draco. This made Aveira's blood boil. Why did he have to be such a jerk to her only friends?

Before anyone could say another word, Professor Flitwick walked past, stopping at the site of the six students.

"Not arguing, I hope?" he squeaked.

"They have broomsticks!" Draco said quickly, pointing at Harry and Aveira. Aveira had never wanted to punch her brother so much before. She knew they wouldn't get in trouble, but the idea that her brother would sell her out like that, just because of his prejudice against Harry, made her upset.

"Oh yes, Professor McGonagall told me about that. What model is it?" Professor Flitwick asked, making Draco's jaw drop.

"A Nimbus Two Thousand, sir." Harry said immediately.

"And it's really thanks to Draco here that we got them," Aveira added. Draco just looked at her in shock. Aveira only looked at him with a smirk on her face, her eyes portraying no emotion.

The three of the pushed past Crabbe and Goyle and ran up the stairs, holding in their laughter the best they could. They made their up to the boys' dormitories and Harry unwrapped his broomstick. Aveira decided to wait to unwrap hers in the girls' dormitory. The broomstick was absolutely gorgeous. Its twigs were nice and neat and it's handle was polished mahogany.

…

About fifteen minutes before seven that night, Harry and Aveira made their way to the Quidditch field. Wood wasn't there yet so they flew around, waiting on him. When he got there, he called them down.

When they got down, he began to explain Quidditch to them. Aveira knew most of it, but still paid attention just in case.

"So- that's sort of like basketball on broomsticks with six hoops, isn't it?" Harry asked, after Wood had explained about the Chasers and the Quaffle.

"What's basketball?" asked Wood.

"Never mind," Harry said quickly. Aveira giggled, Harry blushed. Wood continued explaining like nothing happened.

When Wood was done explaining, he took Harry and Aveira to the air. He threw golf balls for Harry and had Aveira try to get the Quaffle past Wood. Harry didn't let one golf ball fall to the ground and Wood could only block one of Aveira's shots.

…

"It's Levi-o-sa, not Levios-a. She's a nightmare, honestly." Ron said on Halloween after a particularly tricky Charms lesson. Someone bumped into Aveira's arm right after Ro n had said this. It was Hermione.

"I think she heard you," Harry said, seeing Hermione rushing ahead.

" So? She must have noticed she hasn't got any friends." Ron said, looking a bit uncomfortable despite his words.

…

That evening, Aveira had stepped into the girl's bathroom, and as soon she did, she heard crying.

"Hermione?" she said, remembering hearing Lavender saying that Hermione had been in there all afternoon. There wasn't an answer.

"Hermione, is that you?"

"Just…go away." came Hermione's voice, cracking at the end.

Aveira went over to where she had heard Hermione's voice and opened the stall. She Hermione on the floor in a heap.

"Hermione, is this about Ron?" no reply. Aveira knelt next to the crying girl. "Hermione, he was being a prat. He didn't mean it. Besides, you're more clever and smarter than he will ever be." The sobbing quieted. Hermione looked up.

"Do you really mean that?"

"Of course. You shouldn't let him get you down. He's just a guy."

"You're right. I don't know what's gotten into me."

"It's all right. Now let's get down to the feast before its over."

She helped Hermione up and before they could back out of the stall they heard a loud grunt. They froze. Aveira opened the door slowly and looked out. There before her by the door was a huge, twelve foot tall troll. She gasped. Hermione, curious, stuck her head out of the stall and froze next to Aveira.

All of sudden they heard a little click- the bathroom door. Aveira and Hermione began to scream.