Here is the next chapter! I am so sorry for the long update. I am a senior and I only have two more months of school so it is getting hectic. I have a lot of projects and tests coming up but I hope to get another chapter in soon. I am sorry to say I can't make any promises getting another chapter by the summer. I hope you like it and please review! Also I am still looking for a beta reader; if you know of a good one can you please message me? Thank you!
That night as the boys were getting ready for bed, they discussed what had happened on the third floor corridor.
"I say that whoever thought it was a good idea to put that thing in the castle has to be a totally mad. I mean it could possible break through that door and come crashing through the castle hurting a lot of people!" Anthony cried out waving his hands every which way as he paced their room.
"I told you already, it's guarding something! And I think I know what that something is…" Michael paused here, partly for dramatic affects and partly because Terry was currently still in the bathroom, "Honestly Terry, you take longer than most girls to get ready for bed!" Michael joked when Terry finally joined them.
"Well excuse me if I wanted to make sure my teeth were nice and clean!" Terry jabbed back.
"Okay can we move past this part? Michael, what were you saying?" Harry asked, giving the other two boys a slight glare.
"Okay, well you know how there was a attempted robbery at Gringotts? Well I think that whatever what is there, is now in the castle. Don't look at me like that! Think about it. Hagrid was acting weird when we brought up the subject; I think he knows what it is, why else would he change the subject so fast?" Michael stated proud of the fact that he figured that out before anyone else.
"It does make since. But what could have been in that vault to be so important that it couldn't even stay where it was? Why bring it to a school full of kids? Isn't that a bit risky? Someone could get hurt." Stephen questioned, looking thoroughly confused.
"I don't know… but whatever the reason, it has to be big for them to put so many kids in potential danger." Harry said getting into bed.
"Well I'm tired. We can talk more lately, right now I have to get to bed, tryouts for quidditch are tomorrow. I can't be late to that!"
The next morning all the Ravenclaws were anxious to see the quidditch tryouts… well technically they were anxious to see Harry Potter tryout. Harry meanwhile was trying very hard just to eat one piece of toast.
"Harry, it's just tryouts! Not a game, calm down." Padma reasoned.
"Yeah she has a point Harry. Calm down, we already know you're in; you just have to prove yourself first!" Stephen smiled, giving Harry a pat on the back.
"Guys… it's not that I'm nervous about the tryouts… well I am nervous but…what if I can't play because of my diabetes? I mean games can last hours! I can't go hours even days! I can't go that long without checking my blood sugar and I defiantly can't go that long without eating. I'll die!" Harry exclaimed as he rested his head on the table completely miserable.
"Harry, for one thing… no staff would let you go that long without checking. Plus I'm sure Edward would make sure his "star" seeker is healthy during, before, and after the game." Terry reassured.
Harry sighed still uncertain but he knew that his friends were behind him and if he did happen to get in then his head of house would do almost anything to make sure nothing goes wrong.
When he got to the quidditch pitch he was shocked at just how many people had showed up. As he looked around he noticed that it wasn't just Ravenclaws, there was a good mix of the other houses too. Great… now he really couldn't mess up.
"Okay those of you who are trying out please go to the center of the field while those who are watching take a sit on the stands!" Edward shouted for those to hear.
Once everyone got to their places he gave them orders.
"Okay we need a seeker, a keeper and a beater so those of you who are trying out for a keeper go to the goal posts and wait for me. Those of you who are trying out for beater go to John by the quidditch case, he will give you instructions. Now those of you who are trying out for seeker go to Jessica, she's going to warm you up with some golf balls until I can see you with the real snitch." With that the group split up.
As Harry made his way towards Jessica he realized that there was only three other people trying out, all of whom looked determined to get the spot. Jessica warmed them up by through golf balls every which way, it was pretty easy for Harry but he noticed that some of the other players had a little trouble.
When Edward showed up he gave the go ahead for the snitch.
"Whoever finds the snitch first gets to be the seeker. Give the snitch five minutes, then go."
By this time the whole audience was watching them, waiting to see just how good Harry was. After the five minutes were up the four competitors took off.
Harry immediately took up high, there was no use circling the pitch when he could see it from high up. The feeling of flying took over him again and he was so tempted to just do flips that he almost forgot about what he was suppose to do. His eye searched the area. In his peripheral vision he noticed that the other players where keeping a close eye on him and the pitch.
It was a good ten minutes later when Harry finally spotted something shiny near the goal post. Harry took off like lightning and through his arm out. He was going to get the snitch one way or the other.
The others took off after him, pushing and shoving to get in front. Harry tried to fly faster, but he was using a school broom… not the fastest broom in the world. The snitch meanwhile, sensing the oncoming snitch chasers took off downward… going down, down, down, almost touching the grass. The four dived down after it and as they got closer to the ground someone would fly up, too scared to go that close to the ground.
Finally it was only Harry still chasing the snitch; just as his fingers grazed the grass he pulled up, snitch in hand. The crowd screamed, never had they seen a seeker go that low for the snitch… especially a first year.
"YES! We are so going to win that quidditch cup! Harry that was a amazing! You nearly gave me a heart attack with that stunt but oh boy was it great!" Edward was shouting grabbing Harry and shaking him like a doll.
"Thanks Edward but can you please let go of me," Harry gasped as the boy was now giving him a bone crushing hug.
Other people started clapping him on the back and hugging him, he didn't get what the fuss was all about… it was just tryouts. When he finally got away from it all and he was with his friends again was he finally able to comprehend what had just happened.
"You know… Edward never did say I was on the team… he just said it was a great catch." Harry smiled as he dug into the snack the house elves had made for him.
They were in their dorm room working on their homework and trying to figure out just what that dog could have been guarding.
"Harry… you're in… with that catch you made today there is no doubt. He was just really excited. Well I think I had enough of thinking about what's under that blasted trap door. I say we just forget about it at least for a while." Michael stated as if his word made it law.
"Yeah me too… I mean we thought of everything and every reason as to why Dumbledore could want to keep that big, scary, three headed dog." Stephen agreed.
"Yeah I guess you're right. Let's get Snape's essay done with… I don't know why that man is always assigning so many essays!" Terry cried out groaning at the prospect of writing another foot long essay.
The months flew by for Harry. Between classes, practices, and homework, Harry was surprised that he didn't fall behind or lose track of time. He wrote to his aunt and uncle often… telling them of his friends and quidditch and just the school in general. Before he knew it, it was Halloween and also the first day for the third year and up to go to Hogsmeade.
"I wonder what Hogsmeade must look like. I heard that the butter beer is really good." Terry said as he stuffed his face with the breakfast that morning.
"I don't know but why don't you close your mouth when you talk?" Anthony laughed.
As the boys got comfortable they heard the owl post come in. Owls of all different shapes, colors, and sizes flew in, all baring gifts and tokens from families and loved ones. As Harry looked up searching for his beloved Hedwig he noticed a group of owls carrying what looking like a long stick.
"I wonder who that could be too." Harry asked, and just as he finished his sentence did he notice that the birds were flying towards him.
"What the…" He didn't get to finish his sentence because Hedwig dropped her mail in front of him… getting eggs all over him.
He opened the letter first, and was glad because it said:
Don't open the package. It is your very own Nimbus Two Thousand. I don't want the others to see because then everyone else would want one.
Filius Flitwick.
He showed the letter to his friends and they all decided to race back to their rooms to see the broom. Once there they opened it and saw just how beautiful the broom was up close.
"Harry, can I have a go on it after you?" Stephen asked in awe.
"Yeah I would love to have a go on that!" Terry nearly shouted.
"Sure but we should get going… it's nearing class time and we have to get to charms." Harry sadly said… he wanted to ride the broom so bad.
Once they got to charms they were happy to discover that they would be practicing an actual charms spell today.
"Today we are practicing Wingardium Leviosa, or the levitation spell. Get into partners and remember to swish and flick!" Professor Flitwick instructed.
Harry and Terry quickly got together and started practicing on their feathers.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Terry cried as he waved his wand.
Nothing.
"Well that stinks… Harry you give it a go." Terry suggested after the slight disappointment.
Harry shrugged and preformed the spell, only to get a small measly little jump out of the feather.
"Well it's better than what I got!" Terry smiled.
The rest of the class period worked on the levitation spell and only a select few actually got their feathers to go up.
"Don't give up, next time we will continue on the spell. As it is Halloween you won't have any homework. Have fun!" The professor happily told the class.
"Yes! No homework! I can't wait for the feast tonight. I heard that there was going to be actual bats in the hall!" Anthony told them as they walked back to their rooms.
"Oh come off it, I bet it's just a spell. Do you know how messy that would be if they were real?" Stephen scoffed.
"You never know! This is Hogwarts, anything can happen." Harry smiled fully enjoying the bickering of his friends.
The rest of the day went by fast, much to the students delight. As the boys entered the Great Hall they were amazed at just how much decoration and magic was put into the feast.
"I don't think I've ever seen so much food in one place before! I mean look at all the candy!" Terry shouted as they got into their seats.
"I know this is amazing!" Anthony agreed.
"Yeah amazing for you, but my sugar levels is high today… I can't eat most of this candy without making it worse." Harry sighed. So much for wanting to eat all that he can.
"Cheer up Harry, we'll save you some candy for when you can have," Stephen smiled as he put some candy aside for Harry.
"Thanks,"
Just as the Terry was telling a "scary" story about a ghost, three kids, and a empty house, the door's burst opened and Professor Quirrell sprinted into the hall.
"Troll in the dungeon! Troll in the dungeon! Thought you ought to know…" Then he slumped down in front of the teacher's table.
Total chaos immediately took hold of the students. Dumbledore had to use his want four times before there was complete silence.
"Prefects please take your house up to your dormitories, teachers follow me to the dungeons." Dumbledore calmly said.
Everyone rushed to do as was told, getting out of the Great Hall was like getting out of a riot, completely impossible.
"What's so scary about a troll, aren't they small?" Harry asked as they tried to keep up with their housemates.
"No, these aren't like the fairy tale trolls your parents tell you. They are huge, smelly and stupid. I wonder how one got it?" Terry informed him, hanging onto his friends for dear life.
"Maybe Peeves let him in for a joke…" Michael shrugged.
"Yeah well some joke… uh… guys… I think we went the wrong way," Stephen halted, completely stopping the other three.
While they were talking it seems like they had separated from the group.
"Oh great! Now where are we?" Terry asked.
"We are by the girls lavatory… come on let's try… oh what's that smell?" Anthony shouted holding his nose.
A smell so putrid came upon them like snakes. The four boys tried in vain to cover their mouth and nose from the offending smell. Just as they were going to move they say a huge shadow in the distance.
"Oh please don't tell me that…" Harry groaned as he got his first look at a real troll.
Terry was right, it was huge, and smelled, and just by the look of the disgusting thing he could tell it was stupid. His face looked small compared to his boulder like body.
"We are dead… yup…dead." Stephen whispered as they all moved back until they hit a wall.
"What do we do?" Anthony cried as the troll picked up his club.
No one had time to answer because the troll was swinging at them like little ants. They all tried to duck for cover but there was no cover to give. They finally were able to run into the bathroom, even if it was the girls' bathroom.
"Okay we have some time… what should we do? We can't call a teacher because we are too far away from them." Anthony tried to reason.
"How about we use Wingardium Leviosa on his club and drop it on his head?" Terry suggested as they heard the troll come closer to them.
"Okay but there is a problem… no of us actually did the spell fully. What if it doesn't work?" Harry asked getting his wand ready anyway.
"You were the only one who actually did the spell Harry, you're going to have to do the spell. We will distract him." Michael took a deep breath, also pulling out his want.
Harry didn't have time to answer or decline, the troll smashed his way into the bathroom.
Pieces of debris flew everywhere. The troll didn't even try to find a target; he just started to swing his club around like a bat.
"Harry, do something!" Terry shouted from behind a cubicle.
Harry raised his arm and shouted, "Wingardium Leviosa!" The club slipped out of the trolls hand just as he was going to smash down on Stephen and Anthony. The troll looked at his hand in confusion then look up when he spotted his club above him. Harry quickly let the charm go and watched as the club hit the troll dead center. The troll wobbled a little then came crashing down, face down.
"Did you kill it?" Stephen asked as they all came out of their hiding spots.
"No, I think it's just knocked out…" Harry inspected.
"What is going on? Explain right now!" Professor McGonagall shrieked as she came running in along with Professor Snape and Quirrell.
"We got lost…"
"We saw the troll come and we didn't know what to do…"
"We tried hiding in here but it didn't work…"
"Harry knocked it out with a club!"
"Quiet! You boys are very lucky, not many first years can take on a fully grown mountain troll and live to tell the tail. Since you got lost, no points will be taken but you will get a serious talking to with your head of house." McGonagall told them sternly.
The boys hung there head but nodded, relieved at not losing anything.
"Come along, the feast is continuing in your common rooms." McGonagall said shooing them away from the bathroom.
As the boys were leaving Harry noticed that Snape was limping, confused but tried, he promised himself he would tell the others tomorrow morning, right now all he wanted to do was go to bed.
