A/N Hope you guys like this chapter. I know I've said it before, but I really mean it this time when I say I'll update more often. Please, like always, review!
"Seeker? But first years never make their house teams! You must be the youngest Quidditch player in…" Ron trailed off, thinking.
"A century, according to McGonagall." Harry told him. Fred and George came up and walked along side us.
"Hey, well done, Harry, Wood's just told us!" They said in unison.
"Fred and George are on the team, too. Beaters." Ron informed us.
"Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch." One of them said.
"Brutal. But no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally..." They broke off from us as we walked into the courtyard.
"But they'll turn up in a month or two!" He called after us.
"Oh, go on, Harry, Quidditch is great. Best game there is! And you'll be great, too!" Ron assured him. Hermione ran over to us.
"But I've never even played Quidditch. What if I make a fool of myself?" He asked.
"You won't make a fool of yourself. It's in your blood." Hermione told us. She led us to a trophy case. Hermione pointed at a plaque of Quidditch players. One listed 'James Potter' as the seeker.
"Whoa. Harry, you never told me your father was a Seeker, too." Ron said.
"I-I didn't know."
The four of us were walking up a staircase, heading back to the Gryfindor common room.
"I'm telling you, it's spooky. She knows more about you than you do." Ron whispered to Harry and me.
"Who doesn't?" I returned. Suddenly, the staircase shuddered and began to move. We all grabbed the railing to keep on our feet.
"What's happening?" Harry demanded.
"The staircases change, remember?" Hermione told him. The staircase stopped in a new place.
"Let's go this way." Harry said.
"Before the staircase moves again." Ron agreed. We opened a door and walked into a spooky, dark room.
"Does anyone feel like...we shouldn't be here?" Harry asked.
"We're not supposed to be here. This is the 3rd floor. It's forbidden." Hermione whispered. Suddenly, a flame lit on a tall stone support. Then a cat came running in and meowed. We all jumped.
"Let's go." Harry said. The cat meowed again.
"It's Filch's cat!" Ron reminded us.
"Run!" Harry ordered. We ran. Flames burst onto the torches as we passed them. Finally we got to the end of the corridor, to a door. Harry grabbed the handle to open it.
"It's locked!" He told us.
"That's it, we're done for!" Ron said with a gulp.
"Oh, move over!" Hermione demanded. She pushed through and pulled out her wand.
"Alohomora." The door swung open.
"Get in."
"Alohomora?" Ron asked as we shut the door behind us.
"Standard book of spells, Chapter 7." She said breathlessly. We heard a voice on the other side of the door. Hermione pressed her ear against it to hear.
"Filch is gone." She informed us.
"Probably thinks this door's locked." Ron said.
"It was locked." I reminded him.
"And for good reason." Harry said. We turned. Behind us there was a massively huge three headed dog sleeping in front of us. The dog began to wake up. It growled, yawned and growled more...noticing us. We kept perfectly still, too afraid to move or speak. Then we unfroze. We screamed and then we bolted, running out of the door. We turned quickly to shut the door and had battle against the dog to close it. We got the door shut and locked. Then we ran.
We made it back to the empty Gryfindor common room, breathless.
"What do they think they're doing? Keeping a thing like that locked up in a school." Ron demanded.
"You don't use your eyes, do you? Didn't you see what it was standing on?" Hermione said as the two of us headed for our dorm. Ron and Harry followed behind us.
"I wasn't looking at its feet! I was a bit preoccupied with its heads. Or maybe you didn't notice, there were three!" He almost yelled at her.
"It was standing on a trap door. Which means it wasn't there by accident. It's guarding something." Hermione said. I admired her observation; I was staring at the heads and teeth rather than the feet.
"Guarding something?" Harry echoed.
"That's right. Now, if you two 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!" Hermione turned and went into the dorm. I followed, shutting the door behind me.