My first class was Potions. Harry got in trouble for taking notes on the first lesson, which I think is kind of stupid because after he yelled at Harry for taking notes he told everyone else to take notes. Potions is really complicated. You do everything that they tell you in the book, and it still turns out wrong. I don't think I'm going to be good at Potions. After you make a mistake, Professor Snape doesn't correct you, he yells at you and makes you mad until you cheek him and get detention. Next class was Flying. We learned to summon our brooms then get into position. But Neville took off to early, and broke his wrist and Madam Hooch took him to the hospital wing to see Madam Pomfrey. Draco took Neville's Remembrall, which fell out of Neville's pocket. Harry told him to give it back, but he flew up with it, even though Madam Hooch told us not to. Hermione tried to talk him out of doing this, but he still flew up to get Neville's Remembrall. Draco threw it far for Harry to catch it, and Harry flew as fast as he could to get it. Everyone thought he was going to crash into the wall, but he caught and turned just in time. He came back down laughing and we all ran to see him. But, then Professor McGonagall came out. He told Harry to follow her, and we all thought he was going to get in trouble for flying, but he didn't; he became Seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch team!
"Harry, that's amazing! I love Quidditch, it's so fun. It's the best sport, you're going to like it a lot." I encouraged Harry.
"But I could get hurt! And what if I don't catch the Snitch?" Harry worried.
"C'mon, your gonna do fine!"
"But what if I do get hurt?"
"Well, almost everyone does in Quidditch. I don't remember one person who hasn't gotten hurt playing Quidditch...but it's really awesome anyways!"
"Oliver showed me how to play it, and it was fun."
"See? Quidditch is really great. And I'll come watch your games!"
"But what if I make a fool of my self?"
Hermione then came up besides Harry.
"You won't make a fool of yourself. It's in your blood." she explained.
Hermione led us to the trophy room. There, a small golden shield of a piece of wood at the words 'James Potter, Gryffindor Seeker' carved on.
"Why didn't you tell me your father was a Seeker, Harry?" Ron said in surprise.
"I-I never knew." responded Harry slowly.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I left the trophy room.
"It's scary," I heard Ron say. "She's knows more about your than you know about yourself!"
"Who doesn't?" Harry answered glumly. We were halfway up the stairs when the staircase started to move.
"What's happening!" yelled Ron.
"The staircases are changing!" Hermione cried.
We landed up in front of a door. Harry suggested we go in, so we did. The room was odd, with lots of different stuff in it. It was dark and musty. Ron asked where we were, and I knew the answer. The forbidden third floor corridor. Hermione answered for me, and I looked back. Mrs. Norris was staring right back at me.
"Guys, move! It's Mrs. Norris! Filch is coming!"
We all ran and stopped in front of a locked door.
"What do we do?" asked Ron "Alohomora!" Hermione said confidently. The door opened and we slid inside the room.
"Bloody hell..." muttered Ron as he stared up at the huge three-headed dog growling at us.
"Run!" Harry yelled. I crouched low as I waited for Ron, Hermione, and Harry to pass through the door so I could go. As soon as Harry passed the door, though, the dog snatched the end of my dress robes and tossed me in the air and opened his mouth.
"No!" Harry screamed, and I fell closer and closer to the open mouth of a three-headed dog.