I told Harry and Ron everything that happened with Olliver and Professor McGonagall as we walked down the hell. "Seeker?" Harry asked.
"First years never make their house teams," Ron said and looked at me, "You must be the youngest Quidditch player in -"
"A century, according to McGonagall," I said with a smile.
"Are you excited?" Harry asked with a smirk.
I chuckled, "Very."
Fred and George approached and walked along with us. "Hey, well done, Clara," Fred said, "Wood's just told us!"
"Fred and George are on the team, too. Beaters," Ron said.
"Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad," George said and my smile slowly faded away, "Can't make any promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch."
"Brutal," Fred said. "But no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally."
My brother, me and Ron walked across the courtyard while the twins continued on. "But they'll turn up in a month or two!" George called before they walked away.
"Still excited?" Harry asked nervously.
"No," I answered nervously.
"Oh, go on, Clara," Ron said, trying to cheer me up and Hermione joined us, "Quidditch is great. Best game there is! And you'll be great, too!"
"But I've never even played Quidditch," I said and we all stopped walking, "What if I make a fool of myself?"
"You won't make a fool of yourself," Hermione assured, "It's in your blood." Me, Harry and Ron exchanged a confused look before Hermione lead us inside and down the hallways to a trophy case. Hermione pointed at a plaque of Quidditch players and my eyes grew wide.
"Whoa," Ron said as we all saw that one list was James Potter; mine and Harry's father. "Guys, you never told me your father was a Seeker, too."
"We didn't know," Harry said.
The four of us walked up the flight of stairs to go to the Gryffindor room. "I'm telling you, it's spooky. She knows more about you than you do," Ron told me and Harry.
"Who doesn't?" My brother and I asked at the same time. Suddenly the staircase started moving and we quickly grabbed the railings so we wouldn't fall.
"What's happening?" Harry asked.
"The staircases change, remember?" Hermione said before the staircase stop.
I looked at the door in front of us before looking at Harry and tapped on his shoulder, "Let's go this way."
"Yeah, before the staircase moves again," Ron agreed as the three followed me to the door.
I opened the door and we all entered a scary dark room. "Does anyone feel like . . . we shouldn't be here?" Harry asked.
"We're not supposed to be here," Hermione said, "This is the 3rd floor. It's forbidden."
Suddenly, a flame lighted on a tall stone support and we all jumped slightly. "Let's go," Harry said and we all turned around to walk out of the room but a cat was in front of the door and it meowed.
"It's Filch's cat," Hermione said.
"Run," I said before we quickly turned around and ran away dipper into the dark room as flames lighted up as we ran.
We reached to the end of the hall to a door, "Quick, let's hide through that door!" Harry said and he grabbed the handle of the door but it wouldn't open, "It's locked!"
Ron looked behind us, "That's it, we're done for."
"Oh, move over!" Hermione told Harry and pushed him out of the way before pulling out her wand and pointed it at the door lock, "Alohomora." The lock moved and Hermione opened the door, "Get in." We all walked in and Ron closed the door.
"Alohomora?" He repeated.
"Standard book of spells, Chapter 7," Hermione answered before the two of them listen through the door. "Filch is gone."
"Probably thinks this door's locked," Ron said.
"It was locked," I said as we stood next to Harry.
"And for good reason," Harry said and we all looked forward to see a massively huge three headed dog sleeping in front of us. The dog, started to wake up and it yawned before getting up as it noticed us.
"AHHHHHHH!" The four of us yelled before running out of the door. We rushed out and tried to lock the door as the dog tried to reach to us. We got the door locked and ran away, heading right away to the Gryffindor room.
"What was that?" I asked, breathing heavily.
"What do they think they're doing?" Ron asked, "Keeping a thing like that locked up in a school."
"You don't use your eyes, do you?" Hermione asked, "Didn't you see what it was standing on?"
"I wasn't looking at its feet! I was a bit preoccupied with its heads. Or maybe you didn't notice, there were three!" Ron said as we climbed up the stairs to the dorms
"It was standing on a trap door," Hermione said, "Which means it wasn't there by accident. It's guarding something."
"Guarding something?" Harry asked.
"That's right," Hermione said, "Now, if you three don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed . . . or worse, expelled." She turned around and walked into our dorm before shutting the door.
"She needs to sort out her priorities," Ron said. Harry and I nodded our heads.
"Night," I said before walking toward the door of the dorm.
"Night," Harry and Ron said before walking to the door of their dorm.
...
The next day, Oliver took me outside with a trunk, he said that he wanted to explained a few things about the game, "Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each time has seven players, 3 Chasers, 2 Beaters, 1 Keeper and a Seeker, that's you." We put the trunk on the grass. He kneeled down as I stepped back a little and he opened the trunk, to reveal three balls inside. He picked up the middle ball and stood up, "There are three kinds of balls." He handed me the ball, "This one's called the Quaffle. Now, the chasers handle the Quaffle and try to put it through -" He pointed to a faraway three rings, "- one of those three hoops." He looked back at me, "The keeper, that's me, defends the hoops. With me so far?"
I handed him the ball back, "I think so. What are those?" I asked, pointing to two squirming chained down balls.
He placed the ball back to it's spot and handed me the bat he brought with, "You better take this." I took it and watched as he bend down and released one of the balls. With an angry growl, it flew off into the air and we watched it. "Careful now, it's comin' back." The ball came whizzing down, and I cracked at it with the bat and the ball soared off through a statue. "Eh, not bad, Potter, you'd make a fair Beater." I smiled before we looked back up. "Uh-oh." The ball zoomed down, and Oliver grabbed it, making him fell to the grass. He wriggled to get it back in the box and sighed.
"What was it?" I asked.
He looked at me, "Bludger. Nasty little buggers. But you are a Seeker." He looked back at the box and pulled out a walnut sized golden ball before getting up. "The only thing I want you to worry about, is this." He showed me the small ball, "The Golden Snitch."
He hold it to me and I took it. "I like this one," I said.
"Ah, you like it now," He said, "Just wait. It's wicked fast and damn near impossible to see."
"What do I do with it?" I asked.
"You catch it, before the other team's seeker," Oliver answered, "You catch this, the game is over. You catch this, Potter, and we win."
I opened my hand and let the ball stay on my palm. The ball suddenly fluttered out two delicate wings and jumped into the air. I kept an eye on it, "Whoa."
... ...
I was sitting between Ron and Hermione at Professor Flitwick's class, and unfortunately, Draco was sitting across from me with his two friends. "One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation the ability to make objects fly. Uh, do you all have your feathers? Good. Now, uh, don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practicing, hmm? The swish and flick. Everyone."
We all hold our wands and waved it, "Swish and flick."
"Good," Professor Flitwick said, "And enunciate. Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go then."
Everyone started to practice. I looked at Ron, "Wingardrium Leviosar." He wacked his feather with his wand.
"Stop, stop, stop," I told him, "You're going to take someone's eye out."
"Besides, you're saying it wrong," Hermione told him, "It's Leviosa, not Leviosar."
"Hate to tell you this, but she's right," I said.
"You two do it then if you so clever," Ron said, "Go on, go on."
Hermione and I exchanged a look and I shrugged before I cleared my thoughts and straightened up my posture as she did the same. "Wingardium Leviosa," We said together as we did the swish and flick movement. Both of our feathers glowed and started floating.
"Oh, well done!" Professor Flitwick, "See here, everyone! Ms. Granger and Ms. Potter done it! Oh, splendid! Well done, dears."
Suddenly a feather exploded and we all looked over to Seamus who was sitting next to Harry. We saw Seamus' feather exploded after trying as well. "I think we're going to need another feather over here, Professor," Harry said.
After the class ended, I walked out with Hermione when we heard Ron talking with Harry and Seamus as we all walked through a courtyard with other students all around, "It's Leviosa, not Leviosar. Honestly, she's a nightmare. No wonder she hasn't got any friends!"
Hermione walked past them so they could see she heard them. I walked past them as well, glaring at Ron, "Well done, Ron. Idiot." I turned and ran after Hermione.
... ...
I stayed with Hermione in the girls bathroom for a while. "Don't listen to what Ron said. He's an idiot," I said and she chuckled through her tears. "Come on, Herms, you do have friends. You have me, right?"
"Right," She agreed, nodding.
"You know, take that back, you're my best friend. I threw Harry from that spot the day we met you," I said and she giggled.
"I am?" She asked.
I nodded, "Yeah. So remember, when stupid kids like Ron say things like that or anything else that is insulting, don't listen. Or just tell me and I'll kick their asses."
She laughed and nodded, "Okay."
I smiled and wrapped my arm around her shoulder, "Now, let's get out of here and show my brother and our idiot friend, who's the boss here."
She chuckled and nodded before we walked out of the bathroom stall. We both froze as we looked up; an ugly looking troll stood in front of us in the girls bathroom. I grabbed Hermione's arm and pulled her with me slowly backwards.
The troll raised it's club and we rushed into the stall we were in before. We ducked as it started to smash the top of the stalls, and we screamed.
We looked to the door to see my brother and Ron running inside. They looked at the troll before at us. "Harry!" I cried in relief to see my older twin.
"Clara, Hermione, move!" My brother called.
The troll smashed the remaining stalls, and Hermione and I screamed again, "Help! Help!" I saw Harry and Ron starting to throw wood pieces at the troll to make it focus on them instead of me and Hermione.
"Hey, pea brain!" Ron yelled and threw wood, and hit the troll on the head. Hermione and I escaped from the stalls to under the sink, but the troll saw us and smashed the skins above us, barely missing us.
"Clara!" Harry shouted.
"Help!" Hermione and I called.
Harry took out his wand and ran forward to the troll's club. The troll didn't saw my brother and it lifted it's club. Harry landed on the troll's head, and the troll looked around to try and see him but it couldn't so it hurled forward, then back, and my brother's wand got stuck up the troll's nose.
"Ew," Ron grimaced.
The troll got Harry off of his head and hung him upside down by one leg. "Harry!" I called worriedly.
"Do something!" Harry called to Ron before the troll swing it's club at Harry but my brother pulled himself up before back down
"What?" Ron asked, looking around.
"Anything!" Harry said before the troll swing it's club again and Harry pulled himself up again. "Hurry up!"
Ron pulled his wand and looked at me and Hermione. Hermione waved her hand, "Swish and flick."
Ron waved his hand at the troll, "Wingardium Leviosa!" The club is lifted out of the troll's hand and hovered above it's head. The troll looked up, confused, just as the club came crashing back down. It hit the troll's head and the troll wavered. Ron grinned, "Cool." The troll dropped Harry, then he crawled away as the troll came crashing down, hard.
Hermione and I crawled up from the sinks and walked over carefully to stand with Harry and Ron.
"Is it . . . dead?" Hermione asked.
"I don't think so. Just knocked out," Harry answered before he grabbed his wand from the troll's nose, which was covered in goo now.
"Ew. Troll bogies," I grimaced.
Harry wiped his wand with his cloak before Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape and Professor Quirrell rushed in, looking at the knocked up troll. "Oh! Oh, my goodness!" Professor McGonagall said before looking at the four of us, "E-Explain yourselves."
Ron and Harry looked at each other nervously. Hermione stepped forward, "It's my fault, Professor McGonagall."
"Mine too," I said.
"Ms. Granger? Ms. Potter?" Professor McGonagall asked in shock.
"We were looking for the troll," I lied.
"I'd read about them and thought we could handle it," Hermione added, "But I was wrong. If Harry and Ron hadn't come and found us, we'd probably be dead."
"Be that as it may . . . it was an extremely foolish thing to do," Professor McGonagall said, "I would have expected more rational behaviour from both of you. 5 points will be taken from Gryffindor for each of your serious lack of judgment." She looked at Harry and Ron, "As for you two gentlemen, I just hope you realize how fortunate you are. Not many students could take on a full grown mountain troll and live to tell the tale. 5 points . . . will be awarded to each of you." The four of us smiled. "For sheer dumb luck." She turned around and walked away with Professor Snape.
Professor Quirrell stepped in, "Perhaps you ought to go . . . M-might wake up . . . heh." The four of us left the girls bathroom.
"What a night," I said as the four of us walked down the hall.
"Good of you to get us out of trouble like that," Harry told me and Hermione.
"Mind you, we did save their lives," Ron said.
"We might not have needed saving if you hadn't opened your big mouth and insulted Hermione," I said, giving Rom a look.
Harry and Hermione both nodded in agreement, and Ron looked at me and Hermione, "What are friends for?" Hermione and I shared an amused look before shaking our heads.
