[Chapter Four - Game Day]
Harry, Draco and Daphne began walking to the Great Hall as another week of classes could begin. Draco was surprised and sajd: "I can not believe your father is coming here to watch your first Quidditch game, he is the bloody Sorcerer Supreme he has power then the Minister."
Daphne nodded and said: "Yeah, and your mum as well. You must be nervous."
Harry shrugged and said: "Not really, can't wait for the matches."
Taking their seats and finishing halfway with their meal, owls flooded into the Great Hall as usual, everyone's attention was caught at once by a long, thin package carried by six large screech owls. Harry was just as interested as everyone else to see what was in this large parcel, and was amazed when the owls soared down and dropped it right in front of him, knocking his bacon to the floor. They had hardly fluttered out of the way when another owl dropped a letter on top of the parcel.
Harry ripped open the letter first, which was lucky, because it said: "DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL AT THE TABLE. It contains your new Nimbus Two Thousand, but I don't want everybody knowing you've got a broomstick or they'll all want one. Marcus Flint will meet you tonight on the Quidditch field at seven o'clock for your first training session. Professor Snale, P.S.I have told everyone of your special permission Mr. Potter, don't mess it up."
Daphne then asked: "Why does Professor Snape call you by your birth name?"
Harry sighed and he said: "He hates my father, James Potter. From what I know, the two were bitter school enemies and despised one another. My dad constantly tormented Professor Snape for years. I knew this when I touched my father's old wand."
Draco then said: "At least you are not in Gryffindor, you might have been treated worse."
Harry nodded his head and the trio rushed out and went into an empty hall and ripped up the packaging and Draco then said: "Wow, a Nimbus 2000, dude you are lucky."
Soon Ron came over and said with Seamus and Dean beside him: "That's a broomstick, you'll be in for it this time, traitor, first years aren't allowed to have them."
Malfoy couldn't resist so he said: "What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn't afford half the handle," Malfoy snapped back. "I suppose you and your brothers have to save up twig by twig."
Before Ron could answer, Professor Flitwick appeared at Malfoy's elbow.
"Not arguing, I hope, boys?" he squeaked.
"Harry's been sent a broomstick, Professor!" complained Ron waiting to see punishment.
Yes, yes, that's right," said Professor Flitwick, beaming at Harry. "Professor Snape told me all about the special circumstances, Strange. And what model is it?"
Harry replied: "Nimbus 2000, sir."
Fliwick smiled as he, Draco and Daphne left, leaving the flabbergasted black sheeps of Gryffindor. Halloween was closing in on, and everyone was getting excited as everyone was talking about it. That night Harry flew to the arena and upon looking around it. Hundreds of seats were raised in stands around the field so that the spectators were high enough to see what was going on. At either end of the field were three golden poles with hoops on the end. They reminded Harry of the little plastic sticks Muggle children blew bubbles through, except that they were fifty feet high. Harry continued practicing on riding his room, and all honestly he felt like he was at peace while flying, must've been his birth father's thing.
Soon enough he heard: "Hey, Strange, get down here."
Harry descended and that meant Marcus had arrived and he had seen how Harry flew. Smiling, he said: "Very nice… I see what Professor Snape meant... you really are a natural. I'm just going to teach you the rules this evening, then you'll be joining team practice three times a week."
Marcus sat down a crate and opened it revealing and inside were four different kinds of balls.
"Now, Quidditch is easy enough to understand, even if it's not too easy to play. There are seven players on each side. Three of them are called Chasers."
"Three Chasers," Harry repeated, as Marcus took out a bright red ball about the size of a soccer ball.
He tossed it to Harry who caught it and started doing tricks which impressed Marcus and he said: "This ball's called the Quaffle, The Chasers throw the Quaffle to each other and try and get it through one of the hoops to score a goal. Ten points every time the Quaffle goes through one of the hoops. Follow me?"
Following him Marcus continued saying: "The Chasers throw the Quaffle and put it through the hoops to score," Harry recited. "So -- that's sort of like basketball on broomsticks with six hoops, isn't it?"
Marcus then asked: "What's basketball?"
Harry's face palmed and he said: "God damn, the British magic community are practically still in the blasted dark ages. It's a muggle score, basically a muggle team of players makes various shots from close up to far away to get the ball into the opposite hoop. There are rules and fouls like any other sport, but they don't ride brooms, they run back and forth on either side of the court."
Marcus said: "Sounds exhausting."
Harry shrugged and said: "Still, best way to pass time with your friends."
Marcus then continued: "Now, there's another player on each side who's called the Keeper. They have to fly around our hoops and stop the other team from scoring."
Harry then said: "Sounds like a goalie in other sports. Three Chasers, one Keeper, And they play with the Quaffle. Okay, got that. So what are they for?"
He then tossed Harry a short baseball bat that looked like it was for the minor league and said: "Get ready."
Unclasping one of the balls it shot out and zoomed all over the place. Taking a stance and rearing the bat back as the ball came at him, he smirked and swung hard at it. The bat had made a loud crack but the ball was sent hurling far away. Marcus whistled and said: "Nice, you'd make an excellent Beater. Beater's are basically keeping those things from hitting our teammates. Both teams have two beaters, and the Weasley twins are the best beaters I have seen, till now."
Harry nodded and stopped the bludger with a binding spell and Marcus collected it and put it back into place. Marcus then unclasped a small golden ball that sprouted four wings and flapped like a hummingbird and he said: "Now the only ball you should be most concerned with is this, the Golden Snitch. This is the most important ball of the lot. It's very hard to catch because it's so fast and difficult to see. It's the Seeker's job to catch it. You've got to weave in and out of the Chasers, Beaters, Bludgers, and Quaffle to get it before the other team's Seeker, because whichever Seeker catches the Snitch wins his team an extra hundred and fifty points, so they nearly always win. That's why Seekers get fouled so much. A game of Quidditch only ends when the Snitch is caught, so it can go on for ages -- I think the record is three months, they had to keep bringing on substitutes so the players could get some sleep."
Just before it could take off Harry caught it and said: "Don't worry, things won't be hard for me to catch."
Thus practice began as Marcus hurled golf balls in various directions as Harry zipped around trying to catch each and every one of them. Harry was, in all honesty, having a blast. Perhaps it was because he was now so busy, with Quidditch practice three evenings a week on top of all his homework, but Harry could hardly believe it when he realized that he'd already been at Hogwarts two months. The castle felt more like home than Privet Drive ever had. His lessons, too, were becoming more and more interesting now that they had mastered the basics.
On Halloween morning they woke to the delicious smell of baking pumpkin wafting through the corridors. Even better, Professor Flitwick announced in Charms that he thought they were ready to start making objects fly. Fur to it being Halloween, an important holiday for the wizarding world, all first years were placed in the class to be taught. Harry was paired with Neville, while Ron aas with Hermione. This only happened for the first years, at least they were in a large classroom that Flitwick taught for his older students.
"Now while casting this charm you must not forget the nice wrist movement we've been practicing!" squeaked Professor Flitwick, perched on top of his pile of books as usual. "Swish and flick, remember, swish and flick. And saying the magic words properly is very important, too -- never forget Wizard Baruffio, who said 's' instead of 'f' and found himself on the floor with a buffalo on his chest."
As everyone began doing the swish and flick, Neville was actually making progress. Across from him Ron wasn't having much more luck.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" he shouted, waving his long arms like a windmill.
"Stop, stop, stop, you're saying it wrong," Harry heard Hermione snap. "It's Wing- gar -dium Levi- o -sa, make the 'gar' nice and long."
"You do it, then, if you're so clever," Ron snarled.
She smiled and with a gentle swish and flick she said with a calm voice: "Wingardium Leviosa."
As the feather began to rise up over the desk, so did Harry's.
Oh, well done!" cried Professor Flitwick, clapping. "Everyone see here, Miss Granger's and Mr. Strange did it!"
Ron snarled and laid his hand down. After class Ron was in a very bad mood by the end of the class.
"It's no wonder no one can stand her," he said to Dean as they pushed their way into the crowded corridor, "she's a nightmare, honestly. Worst of all she thinks just because she is smarter because she was brought up by a muggle family. And she is even that bloody traitor's best friend, I bet she is nothing more than his servant and would do anything he asked, even sell her body."
Someone knocked into Semaus as they hurried past him. It was Hermione. Harry caught a glimpse of her face -- and was startled to see that she was in tears. Harry saw red and his fist clenched and sparks flared, nearby Fred and George saw this and scowled at their brother and saw Harry. Both looked at one another and turned away knowing Ron was about to get justice served on. Draco saw this as did Crabbe and Goyle, even though they were taught about mudbloods, Harry's words had more meaning and sense, so their views changed and they joined Harry standing before Ron as he said: "What do you want, traitor."
Harry was about to cast a wand till a hand was placed onto his shoulder and everyone saw it was Snape and he said: "I think not, go about your day. Ms. Greengrass goes check on Ms. Granger, and Potter refrains from acts of violence… while around other staff and students."
Snape's eyes held a hint of fury and Harry got the hidden meaning and he smiled devilishly and he said: "Of course Professor, oh and Ron you're brothers heard everything, so expect a not so loving letter from your parents. But if I catch you or hear about you ever saying anything like that about Hermione, you better run, because I am coming for ya."
He turned and casted a last glimpse and his eye shot wide opened and it glowed then he walked away with his friends following him. Ron fell back in fear and horror. Fred and George had finished the letter and sent it off. An hour before dinner was called Daphne rejoined them and told them Hermione was a crying mess and Draco told her after she left what happened and mentioned he saw Ron pissed himself. Fred and George came around seeing the five Slytherins and Fred said: "Sorry about Ron, Harry…" George then said: "We've sent a letter to our parents and Ron will be getting a letter and a ton of pranks from us."
Harry nodded and asked: "You are not mad at me?"
Fred shook it off and said: "Of course not, Ron was being a bigot. Anyway, hope you're ready for the game we ain't going easy on ya."
George then said: "Be ready!"
The duo walked away and the group headed inside the hall and saw it, the hall was all pure halloween. A thousand live bats fluttered from the walls and ceiling while a thousand more swooped over the tables in low black clouds, making the candles in the pumpkins stutter. The feast appeared suddenly on the golden plates, as it had at the start-of-term banquet. They dug in and while enjoying the meal the Quirrell came bursting into the great hall running like a mad man: "THERE IS A TROLL IN THE DUNGEON! TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!"
Stopping before the head table he said: "Thought you ought to know."
He then sank to the floor in a dead faint. Soon enough every student went into a panic, but as Professor Dumbledore then gave a massive explosion from his wand he then said: "Silence! Prefects," he rumbled, "lead your Houses back to the dormitories immediately!"
But Draco noticed Harry was gone and he said: "Wait where is Harry!"
Soon a ravenclaw prefect sajd: "Professors I hadn't seen Hermione Granger come into the great hall, she must've been in the library!"
Draco, Daphne, Snape, Ceabbe and Goyle knew where Harry went and they were right. Booking it through the hallways Harry slid around a corner and hid behind a pillar and saw it. But Harry saw it, it didn't look like a normal troll. Sure it was twelve feet, a bulky muscular physique, but it had demonic horns, black skin, orange like veins around its eyes, hands and legs and carried a giant hammer. He then said: "A dark dimension troll, how did one leave the dimension. Damn it, got to get to her."
He then hears a petrified scream and he shouted: "Hermione!"
Booking it double time. Coming in he saw Hermione was shrinking against the wall opposite, looking as if she was about to faint. The troll was advancing on her, knocking the sinks off the walls as it went. Acting dace he conjured some binds and used them to grab Hermione and yanked her toward him just as the weapon came down. Catching her he then said: "Run!"
She nodded and then booked it, the duo ran down the corridor as the Troll remembered and charged after them. Taking sharp turns as the troll slid past, Harry then said: "Get to your dorms, I'll keep it distracted."
Sliding to a stop he erected a barrier behind himself cutting Hermione off as she turned and began banging on it and shouted: "Harry!"
Harry raised his fist and took a stance as the Troll stepped out from around the corner and he prepared for it. The troll breathed out and gave a battle cry and charged at Harry. Harry charged and slid past it by clinging to the wall, but as the troll stepped onto where Harry was, parts of the wall ripped off and began encasing the leg. Getting up, Harry called out: "Bolts of Balthakk!"
A massive bolt of lightning hit the troll causing it to cry out, roaring it broke free and smashed the club into the ground sending a shockwave throwing Harry back. Harry grunted and got back up as the groll swung at him and he evaded and punch the troll one on the right knee, twice on the stomach, avoiding a hammer fist, punch thrice on that arm and avoid being chomped on and punched one between the eyes and he jumped back as the rune exploded and the Troll back stepped and he smirked. But the troll smashed his fist into Harry's chest causing him to spit up blood, he would've died if it wasn't for his spell turning his skin as tough as diamonds.
He smashed against the wall and slid down it, just as the troll was on him. The barrier blasted as he saw his father and Dumbledore lay a barrage of spells upon the troll. The troll gave a battle cry and soon fell into an opened portal caused by Harry as it led to the dark dimension. He smirked and groaned in pain as Clea, his mother rushed over and said: "Harry are you okay?"
He gave a thumbs up and said: "Just some bruised ribs, thank goodness I learned that diamond body spell, but damn it still hurts. That was a troll from the Dark Dimension… that thing didn't just walk here, no one conjured it!"
Dr. Strange nodded as he, Dumbledore, Professor Snape, Quill and McGonagall came over and Snape asked: "Are you sure, Mr. Potter."
Both Harry and his father nodded and soon Madam Pompfrey came rushing toward him with a small bottle and said: cHere you are dear. Professor McGonagall then said: "Still, young Mr. Strange what you did was very reckless, but seeing as you went off to get Ms. Granger got her out of harm's way and trapped the troll within a barrier to make sure it didn't find any more students, an award should be recommended."
Said girl came over after he downed the potion and hugged him tightly with tears of joy. Clea smiled and Stephan raised a brow amused. Harry stood up and he said: "Still where is the conjuring circle, it must be somewhere outside of the school otherwise I would have sensed anything from the Dark Dimension coming through. Whoever conjured it must be after something that is "hidden here" right under the school."
He looked at the Professors with a knowing look and they all looked surprised. Clea then said: "I should be able to track where it originally came from, Harry you need to go to bed."
He nodded and winced slightly as he and Hermione left the area. As they entered the first day of November, the weather turned very cold. The mountains around the school became icy gray and the lake like chilled steel. Every morning the ground was covered in frost. Hagrid could be seen from the upstairs windows defrosting broomsticks on the Quidditch field, bundled up in a long moleskin overcoat, rabbit fur gloves, and enormous beaver skin boots. The Quidditch season had begun and everyone was excited
On Saturday, Harry would be playing in his first match after weeks of training: Gryffindor versus Slytherin. If Gryffindor won, they would move up into second place in the house championship. But Slytherin would not be allowing that to happen, despite the Gryffindors found themselves a new seeker, they were not going to go down easily. Hardly anyone had seen Harry play because Wood had decided that, as their secret weapon, Harry should be kept, well, secret. But the news that he was playing Seeker had leaked out somehow, and Harry didn't know which was worse -- people telling him he'd be brilliant or people telling him they'd be running around underneath him holding a mattress. But Hermione refused to leave Harry's side after the entire D.D. Troll incident, the upper years started respecting Harry in Slytherin despite they still do not like his views and finding the book of Quidditch through the ages was a real boon, every practice he would try out various tricks and plays for catching the Snitch.
Harry learned that there were seven hundred ways of committing a Quidditch foul and that all of them had happened during a World Cup match in 1473; that Seekers were usually the smallest and fastest players, and that most serious Quidditch accidents seemed to happen to them; that although people rarely died playing Quidditch, referees had been known to vanish and turn up months later in the Sahara Desert, well that was one way to hide a body for a magic user. The day before Harry's first Quidditch match: Harry, Daphne, Crabbe, Goyle and Hermione sat as Harry was eating as they sat outside in the courtyard as hair conjured a fireball spell in midair to keep them warm. Looking up, Harry saw Professor Snape limping across the yard, he frowned and said: "Looks like whatever conjured the troll was after what that dog was guarding. Couldn't be Snape who did it, but that raised the question, where was Quirrell before the troll."
Crabbe munched on a donut and Goyle asked: "What do you mean?"
Draco then said: "Ya know, I think you are on something here. Most of every teacher was at feast, and yet Quirrell came barging into the hall like a madman."
Hermione then asked: "Quirrell, really he doesn't seem like it."
Daphne then said: "Yeah, but it does fit. Most of the other staff are ghosts or elves. And yet Quirrell was always the first to dinner, and one time I heard him talk to himself without a stutter, in fact I even heard a faint whisper but I couldn't make it out."
Harry then said: "Not to mention whenever his back turns to me, sometimes my bloody scar flares up like crazy."
They all pondered at this, something seemed extremely off. Snape must've heard them as he limped toward them and he said: "Well Mr Potter, I hope you are prepared for today."
Harry smirked and said: "Don't worry Professor, we'll give those oversized house cats a good thrashing."
He nodded his head and walked off and Harry then said: "Well best be prepared for anything."
The next day came and everyone was extremely excited and looking ready for the first game. The Great Hall was full of the delicious smell of fried sausages and the cheerful chatter of everyone looking forward to a good Quidditch match. Harry was munching on some food and Draco said: "This is going to be great."
Crabbe and Goyle also nodded and Daphne asked: "Where's Hermione?"
Harry swallowed and said: "She left early, said something about investigating what the dog could be guarding. She'll meet up with us before we hit the arena."
They nodded, despite knowing Hermione was a mudblood or newblood preferred they actually enjoyed her company a bit. Her brainiac attitude was unnerving though. In an hour's time he'd be walking onto the field, Harry then said: "My folks should be here as well. Wonder where they are."
No sooner they said that, a portal ring opened and out stepped Dr. Strange and Clea and Harry stopped eating as mostly every guy blushed seeing his mother, while the girls blushed seeing his father. Harry gave his folks a hug and they returned it and he said: "Glad you could make it."
Dr. Strange said: "Wouldn't miss it. You're ready."
Harry nodded and said: "As I'll ever be."
By eleven o'clock the whole school seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students had binoculars. The seats might be raised high in the air, but it was still difficult to see what was going on sometimes. Every school house and teacher had arrived, Clea and Stephan were in one of the faculty tower booths with Professor Snape and Quirrell. Meanwhile, in the locker room, Harry and the rest of the team were changing into their green Quidditch robes as Gryffindor was in red. After Marcus addressed the team and Harry cracked his knuckles they followed Marcus out of the locker room and walked out onto the field.
Madam Hooch was refereeing. She stood in the middle of the field waiting for the two teams, her broom in her hand.
"Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you," she said, once they were all gathered around her. Harry noticed that she seemed to be speaking particularly to Marcus and Harry saw the anger directly aimed at the Gryffindors Captain Woods.
Harry placed a hand on Marcus and said: "Keep it together looks like she isn't accepting any sort of "accidentally" foul play, best keep it as clean as we can Marcus."
Marcus saw that Madam Hooch wasn't joking and he nodded his head and extended his hand as the two captain's shoom, but gave one another a firm squeeze. Madam Hooch then told them to mount, and as they did Harry eyed the third year Gryffindor seeker and looked serious and Madam Hooch gave a loud blast on her silver whistle. Fifteen brooms rose up, high, high into the air. They were off into the air.
"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor -- what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too--"
"JORDAN!"
"Sorry, Professor."
The Weasley twins' friend, Lee Jordan, was doing the commentary for the match, closely watched by Professor McGonagall.
"And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve -- back to Johnson and -- no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes -- Flint flying like an eagle up there -- he's going to sc -- no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle -- that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice drive around Flint, off up the field and -- OUCH -- that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger -- Quaffle taken by the Slytherins -- that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger -- sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which -- nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes -- she's really flying -- dodges a speeding Bludger -- the goal posts are ahead -- come on, now, Angelina -- Keeper Bletchley dives -- misses -- GRYFFINDORS SCORE!"
Gryffindor cheers filled the cold air, with howls and moans from the Slytherins.
"Budge up there, move along."
"Hagrid!"
Hermione who looked up and saw the half-giant smiled before saying: "Hello Hermione, no sign of the Snitch yet, eh?"
Draco who was next to them said: "Nope, Harry is so focused on the field… look. Nothing has happened yet.
Harry was looking straight down and his eyes focused heavily on the field.
"Kept outta trouble, though, that's something',' said Hagrid, raising his binoculars and peering skyward at the speck that was Harry.
Seeing his tram fail to stop a score he frowned. had scored. Now he was back to staring around for the Snitch. Once he caught sight of a flash of gold, but it was just a reflection from one of the Weasleys' wristwatches, and once a Bludger decided to come pelting his way, more like a cannonball than anything, but Harry dodged it by leaning back and Fred Weasley came chasing after it And smacked it away from his team.
"All right there, Harry?" he had time to yell, as he beat the Bludger furiously toward Marcus Flint.
"Slytherin in possession," Lee Jordan was saying, "Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the -- wait a moment -- was that the Snitch?"
A murmur ran through the crowd as Adrian Pucey dropped the Quaffle, too busy looking over his shoulder at the flash of gold that had passed his left ear. Harry charged forward zipping after it and bobbed and weaved between everyone and Hermione said: "He's spotted it, how?"
Daphne replied: "Harry mentioned back during his training his dad had him do focus exercise by rotating the ball under a cup and kept adding more and more cups and increasing the movement."
Hagrid smirked and said: "Harry has it, despite this being his first game… he is maneuvering like a pro."
The Gryffindor seeker was soon right on Harry's tail and the duo were moving at high speed. But the Gryffindor had a hard time keeping up. The Professor saw how skilled he was, even his parents cheered seeing their son do a backflip u-turn and went the other way after the snitch. Professor Snape smirked seeing this. Harry saw the golden ball with wings just a few feet from his reach and knew he had to move. As Bludger came for George he accidentally knocked the bludger at Harry who kicked off the broom and landed back on it surprising everyone and he kept the snitch in his sight and the Slytherins cheered.
But the second bludger came around and Harry evaded and the Gryffindor seeker got hit in the shoulder throwing him off causing the Gryffindors to be angry and calling it a foul. Dr. Strange and. Lea shook their heads, the opponent knew he needed ro keep his own eyes on the snitch, not Harry, thus when the bludger came around, he'd be knocked out. But Harry's broom stopped mid air and was trying to throw him off, but Harry was holding on as it bucked around, but he shouted: "Yee-haw!"
Clea giggled seeing this and Strange's face palmed and as she said: "Told you those various riding lessons were useful."
He snapped his fingers as Harry's broom glowed blue and a glass coat shattered around it revealing his broom had been jinxed and he took off seeing the Snitch close to the ground. Dive bombing it his friends sighed in relief seeing he was freed and Daphne asked: "Who jinxed his broom?"
Hagrid then said: "I don't know, but Harry has some good experience with bucking… must've had various riding lessons."
Draco then said: "Crabbe, Goyle did you spot anything."
Crabbe then said: "Saw Professor Snape trying to use a counter jinx on the broom."
Goyle then said: "All eyes were on Harry, but Professor Quirrel seemed a little too focused."
Everyone of the students looked concerned, but then Hagrid said: "There he goes!"
Harry jumped to his feet and stood on his broom and leaned forward picking up speed, but both bludgers spun on the ground and nicked his broom throwing it off balance and him off. And into the snitch. Everyone gasped, but Harry stood up and looked like he had something in his mouth, opening it he pulled out the golden snitch.
"I've got the Snitch!" he shouted, waving it above his head, and the game ended in complete confusion.
"He didn't catch it, he nearly swallowed it," Flint was still howling twenty minutes later, but it made no difference -- Harry hadn't broken any rules and Lee Jordan was still happily shouting the results -- Slytherin.
Every Slytherin was cheering as his team gathered in the air above him and they cheered as well. 170 to 60 was the final score and made Slytherins the game winner. Back in the locker room Harry removed his Quidditch gear and Marcus said: "Almost had us there man."
Harry shrugged and said: "Please that jinx was nothing, still someone wanted me out, and it happened right after the Gryffindor seeker was taken down."
Marcus frowned and said: "I'll ask Madam Hooch and see if she saw anything."
Later that day, Harry and Hermione and surprisingly Draco were walking with Hagrid back to his hutt as Harry's parents had some business to talk with Professor Dumbledore. Draco then sajd: "It was Quirrel who jinxed Harry's broom."
Rubbish," said Hagrid, who hadn't heard a word of what had gone on next to him in the stands. "Why would Quirrel do something like that? Guy can hardly stand his own shadow."
"I found out something about him, my mom told me she had sensed Dark dimension energy residue on Quirrel, that only happens if your conjure something or become a Zealot for Dormammu and that place time doesn't exist one minute here could be a millennia or vice-versa. Once you become a Zealot there is no hope of regaining your soul or dying without pain."
They shuddered and Harry then said: "I think Quirrell is after whatever the Cerberus is guarding."
How do you know about Fluffy?" he said.
Draco asked with a snort: "Fluffy ?"
"Yeah -- he's mine -- bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub las' year -- I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the--"
Yes?" said Hermione eagerly.
"Now, don't ask me anymore," said Hagrid gruffly. "That's top secret, that is."
Harry then said: "But Hagrid we are not kidding, every time I am around Quirrell mh scar flares."
I'm tellin' yeh, yer wrong!" said Hagrid hotly. "I don't know why Harry's broom acted like that, but Snape would' try and' kill a student! Now, listen to me, all three of yeh -- yer meddling' in things that don't' concern yeh. It's dangerous. You forget that dog, an' you forget what it's guardian', that's between Professor Dumbledore and' Nicolas Flamel--"
Harry froze and said: "THAT'S HERE!?"
Hagrif froze and Hermione asked: "What is…" Harry growled and said: "Is Dumbledore that senial, having A Philosopher's Stone here is a beacon for every supernatural evil being to come banging on the doors."
Draco froze while Hermione looked confused and Hagrid looked nervous. Hermione asked: "Philosopher Stone?"
Harry sighed and said: "It is a legendary alchemical substance with magical properties. This ruby-red stone could be used to create the Elixir of Life, which made the drinker immortal, as well as transform any metal into pure gold. The only known recent Stone in the last century to have ever existed was created by the famed alchemist Nicolas Flamel. If that is here… he better not be."
Draco then asked: "Better not what?"
Harry snarled and said with venom: "Drawing out Voldemort!"