Authors Note: These were originally chapters 1 2 and 3 but ever since my
ACCOUNT WAS DELETED (thankyou ff.net *glares*) I have had to re-do
everything so…enjoy.
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Harry Potter woke up in the Gryffindor Boy's dormitory, the blurry light flashing off of his eyes. He grabbed his glasses from the side table and put them on, the room now adjusting. The only person still sleeping was Neville Longbottom. He got out of bed and walked to the window. He looked across the grounds that reached to the dark forest, and thought about the next three days.
No one knew exactly why, but the classes for the next three days were cancelled.
The first of three days without classes, homework, and best of all, Snape. Harry thought. He smiled at this thought and walked over to his trunk and got dressed.
As he made his way out of the dorm, he saw Ron in the common room and said hello to him. Ron responded with a "Hey" and a smile. Together they made their way down the hallway, going to the great hall for all day breakfast.
"Find out why they gave us these three days off?" asked Harry.
"Nothing." Ron replied. "It's like some huge secret." Harry shrugged as they started to make their way down the staircases to the Great Hall. As they entered, Ron noticed Hermione, but Harry couldn't help but notice Oliver Wood, talking to two other people, who looked like other fourth years. He couldn't really see their faces, but he was pretty sure that one was a boy and one was a girl. He wasn't far from Hermione, so they both walked over to her, but instead of listening to what Ron and Hermione were saying, he tried to hear what Oliver was saying to the two.
"Come on! You can get them so easily!" He said, his usually kind, Scottish-accented voice had gone into a pleading voice.
"I don't think so, Ollie." The girl said, she also had a Scottish accent.
"Seriously, you expect us to risk our jobs for your stupid team?" The boy said, who also had a Scottish accent.
"Well, I…"Oliver began, but then he saw Harry. He grabbed Harry by the shoulder, and pulled him to the three. "This is our seeker, Harry Potter." Oliver said it in such a way that it was special, accenting Harry's name.
"And this is supposed to change our minds?" The boy asked. Oliver's eyes widened.
"Do you not know who this is?" he asked, motioning towards Harry.
"Yeah, so?" The girl said, raising an eyebrow.
"He's the one who escaped from You-Know-Who when he was little, and apparently since then he's been saving the…" Oliver began, but was interrupted by the boy.
"Yes, Oliver, we said we know who he is, not for his life story." He said boredly.
"You won't even do it for Harry Potter?" He said, again accenting his name.
"Why would we?" the boy said.
"Because he's Harry Potter!" Oliver repeated.
"Yes, we understood that." The girl said. Harry finally spoke up.
"Uh…what are you guys talking about?" He asked.
"Oh, right. Harry, these are my cousins Colin and Lindsay." Oliver said. "They just transferred here from another school."
"Pleased to meet you." Harry said, sticking out his hand to shake. The two just looked at him, glancing between Harry's hand and his face. Harry brought his hand back slowly, a little embarrassed.
"Anyway, they work at the Nimbus Broomsticks shop," Oliver began again. "And I just want them to…borrow, a couple of the Nimbus Three Thousands that are coming out next month for the Quidditch Championships this week. Harry had heard of the Nimbus Three Thousand. It apparently was fast and more agile than the Nimbus Two Thousand, which Harry owned.
"And by borrowing, he means stealing." Lindsay said.
"Like you have a problem with stealing." Oliver shot back.
"I have a problem with it when I know it could lead to me being fired, or thrown in jail." Colin argued.
"Come on!" Oliver argued back. "I'll owe you."
"You already owe us for getting you those tests last year." Lindsay said. Oliver motioned towards Harry, as if telling them to keep it quiet. Harry tried to act cool about it. "Don't worry, I won't tell." He said.
"We'll think about it Oliver, but its probably a no." Colin said, as the two got up, grabbing their bags and walking out of the Great Hall.
"Great, we've got the brooms." Oliver said. "You don't worry about it. Forget this happened." Harry was confused, but guessed that Oliver probably knew them enough to know that they would.
That evening, Harry awoke to a noise downstairs in the Gryffindor Common Room. He got up out of his bed, grabbed his glasses and put on his robe. He put his legs over the side of his four poster bed and slipped his feet into the white slippers on the floor. He got up, tied the robe rope in front of him and walked towards the door quietly, not wanting to wake anyone.
He went out the door and down the stairs to the balcony above the common room. He looked down and saw Oliver, Hermione, Colin and Lindsay all sitting together looking at a large thing that looked a little like blueprints.
"You'll need to get him about a mile away." Colin said.
"Don't worry. I'll just pull out my wand and pretend I used the wrong spell." Hermione replied. She flipped her hair over her shoulders and pointed at a spot far away from the box they had originally been pointing to.
"I can get him this far with the spell, but that's it." Hermione said.
"That'll give us about 10 minutes." Said Lindsay "That's not enough."
"That's plenty." Colin said.
Lindsay looked over at Oliver "You'll be waiting outside, right?"
"Right." Oliver nodded.
Harry crouched down behind the staircase. He watched them as they went over a plan for something for another ten minutes, until they started to pack away the items they were using. That was when Harry sneaked up the stairs and back into his bed. He went to sleep thinking about it.
The next morning, Harry didn't bother waiting for Ron, and just went down to the Great Hall where he found Hermione, eating a stack of 5 pancakes and surrounded by about 8 or 9 books. He walked over and looked at the top heading on one of them, which read 'Transportation'. Hermione looked over her shoulder and saw Harry, snapping all of her books shut.
"Private homework." She said. Harry nodded and sat down beside her, taking a plate and putting on 3 pancakes. He looked around the near-empty Great Hall. The only people that were in there were about 5 or 6 other Ravenclaws and about 3 Hufflepuffs. The Slytherin table was strangely empty, but Harry figured they were all still sleeping.
He was used to Hermione telling him almost everything that was really important, but about last night in the Common Room, she didn't even speak a word of it. Harry decided to ask himself.
"I saw you up with Oliver and his cousins last night in the Common Room," Harry said "What was that all about?"
Hermione shook her head casually.
"Just helping Oliver with some homework. You really shouldn't worry yourself about it." she replied, calmly.
"What were those blueprints for then?" Harry asked. Hermione's eyes opened widely for a moment, but then went back to being calm.
"His project was to do Hogwarts Castle History." She said "We were just using that as a basis."
Harry's scar burned with anger. He hated being lied to. He nodded and shoved a whole pancake in his mouth to stop himself from yelling out that he had heard them.
"Careful Harry," Hermione said, "You might choke."
Harry headed down an empty stone hallway after breakfast that day. He sighed and sat on a pair of stairs that led up to the third floor, which was out of bounds. He sighed and put his elbows on his knees and put his chin in his hands. He was about to get up and leave when he heard footsteps coming down from the third floor. He turned quickly and saw another member of the Quidditch team, Katie Bell.
"Oh," she said, as she tried to hide something in her hand behind her back "Hello, Harry."
"Hey Katie," he replied "What were you doing upstairs?"
"Oh, got lost." She said and smiled.
"Are you on it too?" Harry demanded as he stood up and looked at her. Katie seemed a bit surprised.
"Sorry Harry," Katie said, "I didn't know you were aware of it all. I was just grabbing this potion for the lightweight spell."
"Huh?" Harry said, confused.
"You mean…you're not in?" Katie looked at him funny.
"No! What's it all about, Katie?"
"I'm not supposed to say." She said quickly and walked past him and down the hallway. Harry grumbled, frustrated and followed after her, but decided not to ask her about it again. It would do no good.
That afternoon Harry went for a walk around the grounds and met up with Ron.
"Where have you been?" Ron asked.
"Trying to figure something out." Harry replied, and cut straight to the chase. "Do you know anything about what Oliver and Hermione are up to?"
"No." Ron said, "I didn't know they were up to anything."
"Well, they are" Harry said, sighing.
"You think they're dating? Is that what you think? Harry?" Ron questioned, turning and facing Harry
"Calm yourself, Ron." Harry said, putting his hands on Ron's shoulders. "And no, that's not what I think."
"Then, what do you think?" Ron asked, calming down.
"I think it has something to do with Oliver's cousins and broomsticks." Harry replied.
"Hm…" Ron thought about what he had just said "Have you asked them about it?"
"I asked Katie." Harry said, sitting on the ground and leaning against the castle wall. "She wouldn't talk about it."
"Another big secret." Said Ron. Harry sighed and nodded.
"Any word on these days off yet?" Harry asked.
"Nope." Ron said "But, I heard we're getting an extra day off because something went missing in the building. Some potion that's really important."
Harry thought about it, and his thoughts went back to Katie coming down the steps and talking about some lightweight potion.
"What's the potion for?" Harry asked.
"Something that makes people so lightweight, they'll eventually rise out of the earth and die unless they're held back." Ron replied "Or so I've heard."
Harry's eyes widened and he jumped up and ran towards the castle doors, Ron yelling after him.
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Harry Potter woke up in the Gryffindor Boy's dormitory, the blurry light flashing off of his eyes. He grabbed his glasses from the side table and put them on, the room now adjusting. The only person still sleeping was Neville Longbottom. He got out of bed and walked to the window. He looked across the grounds that reached to the dark forest, and thought about the next three days.
No one knew exactly why, but the classes for the next three days were cancelled.
The first of three days without classes, homework, and best of all, Snape. Harry thought. He smiled at this thought and walked over to his trunk and got dressed.
As he made his way out of the dorm, he saw Ron in the common room and said hello to him. Ron responded with a "Hey" and a smile. Together they made their way down the hallway, going to the great hall for all day breakfast.
"Find out why they gave us these three days off?" asked Harry.
"Nothing." Ron replied. "It's like some huge secret." Harry shrugged as they started to make their way down the staircases to the Great Hall. As they entered, Ron noticed Hermione, but Harry couldn't help but notice Oliver Wood, talking to two other people, who looked like other fourth years. He couldn't really see their faces, but he was pretty sure that one was a boy and one was a girl. He wasn't far from Hermione, so they both walked over to her, but instead of listening to what Ron and Hermione were saying, he tried to hear what Oliver was saying to the two.
"Come on! You can get them so easily!" He said, his usually kind, Scottish-accented voice had gone into a pleading voice.
"I don't think so, Ollie." The girl said, she also had a Scottish accent.
"Seriously, you expect us to risk our jobs for your stupid team?" The boy said, who also had a Scottish accent.
"Well, I…"Oliver began, but then he saw Harry. He grabbed Harry by the shoulder, and pulled him to the three. "This is our seeker, Harry Potter." Oliver said it in such a way that it was special, accenting Harry's name.
"And this is supposed to change our minds?" The boy asked. Oliver's eyes widened.
"Do you not know who this is?" he asked, motioning towards Harry.
"Yeah, so?" The girl said, raising an eyebrow.
"He's the one who escaped from You-Know-Who when he was little, and apparently since then he's been saving the…" Oliver began, but was interrupted by the boy.
"Yes, Oliver, we said we know who he is, not for his life story." He said boredly.
"You won't even do it for Harry Potter?" He said, again accenting his name.
"Why would we?" the boy said.
"Because he's Harry Potter!" Oliver repeated.
"Yes, we understood that." The girl said. Harry finally spoke up.
"Uh…what are you guys talking about?" He asked.
"Oh, right. Harry, these are my cousins Colin and Lindsay." Oliver said. "They just transferred here from another school."
"Pleased to meet you." Harry said, sticking out his hand to shake. The two just looked at him, glancing between Harry's hand and his face. Harry brought his hand back slowly, a little embarrassed.
"Anyway, they work at the Nimbus Broomsticks shop," Oliver began again. "And I just want them to…borrow, a couple of the Nimbus Three Thousands that are coming out next month for the Quidditch Championships this week. Harry had heard of the Nimbus Three Thousand. It apparently was fast and more agile than the Nimbus Two Thousand, which Harry owned.
"And by borrowing, he means stealing." Lindsay said.
"Like you have a problem with stealing." Oliver shot back.
"I have a problem with it when I know it could lead to me being fired, or thrown in jail." Colin argued.
"Come on!" Oliver argued back. "I'll owe you."
"You already owe us for getting you those tests last year." Lindsay said. Oliver motioned towards Harry, as if telling them to keep it quiet. Harry tried to act cool about it. "Don't worry, I won't tell." He said.
"We'll think about it Oliver, but its probably a no." Colin said, as the two got up, grabbing their bags and walking out of the Great Hall.
"Great, we've got the brooms." Oliver said. "You don't worry about it. Forget this happened." Harry was confused, but guessed that Oliver probably knew them enough to know that they would.
That evening, Harry awoke to a noise downstairs in the Gryffindor Common Room. He got up out of his bed, grabbed his glasses and put on his robe. He put his legs over the side of his four poster bed and slipped his feet into the white slippers on the floor. He got up, tied the robe rope in front of him and walked towards the door quietly, not wanting to wake anyone.
He went out the door and down the stairs to the balcony above the common room. He looked down and saw Oliver, Hermione, Colin and Lindsay all sitting together looking at a large thing that looked a little like blueprints.
"You'll need to get him about a mile away." Colin said.
"Don't worry. I'll just pull out my wand and pretend I used the wrong spell." Hermione replied. She flipped her hair over her shoulders and pointed at a spot far away from the box they had originally been pointing to.
"I can get him this far with the spell, but that's it." Hermione said.
"That'll give us about 10 minutes." Said Lindsay "That's not enough."
"That's plenty." Colin said.
Lindsay looked over at Oliver "You'll be waiting outside, right?"
"Right." Oliver nodded.
Harry crouched down behind the staircase. He watched them as they went over a plan for something for another ten minutes, until they started to pack away the items they were using. That was when Harry sneaked up the stairs and back into his bed. He went to sleep thinking about it.
The next morning, Harry didn't bother waiting for Ron, and just went down to the Great Hall where he found Hermione, eating a stack of 5 pancakes and surrounded by about 8 or 9 books. He walked over and looked at the top heading on one of them, which read 'Transportation'. Hermione looked over her shoulder and saw Harry, snapping all of her books shut.
"Private homework." She said. Harry nodded and sat down beside her, taking a plate and putting on 3 pancakes. He looked around the near-empty Great Hall. The only people that were in there were about 5 or 6 other Ravenclaws and about 3 Hufflepuffs. The Slytherin table was strangely empty, but Harry figured they were all still sleeping.
He was used to Hermione telling him almost everything that was really important, but about last night in the Common Room, she didn't even speak a word of it. Harry decided to ask himself.
"I saw you up with Oliver and his cousins last night in the Common Room," Harry said "What was that all about?"
Hermione shook her head casually.
"Just helping Oliver with some homework. You really shouldn't worry yourself about it." she replied, calmly.
"What were those blueprints for then?" Harry asked. Hermione's eyes opened widely for a moment, but then went back to being calm.
"His project was to do Hogwarts Castle History." She said "We were just using that as a basis."
Harry's scar burned with anger. He hated being lied to. He nodded and shoved a whole pancake in his mouth to stop himself from yelling out that he had heard them.
"Careful Harry," Hermione said, "You might choke."
Harry headed down an empty stone hallway after breakfast that day. He sighed and sat on a pair of stairs that led up to the third floor, which was out of bounds. He sighed and put his elbows on his knees and put his chin in his hands. He was about to get up and leave when he heard footsteps coming down from the third floor. He turned quickly and saw another member of the Quidditch team, Katie Bell.
"Oh," she said, as she tried to hide something in her hand behind her back "Hello, Harry."
"Hey Katie," he replied "What were you doing upstairs?"
"Oh, got lost." She said and smiled.
"Are you on it too?" Harry demanded as he stood up and looked at her. Katie seemed a bit surprised.
"Sorry Harry," Katie said, "I didn't know you were aware of it all. I was just grabbing this potion for the lightweight spell."
"Huh?" Harry said, confused.
"You mean…you're not in?" Katie looked at him funny.
"No! What's it all about, Katie?"
"I'm not supposed to say." She said quickly and walked past him and down the hallway. Harry grumbled, frustrated and followed after her, but decided not to ask her about it again. It would do no good.
That afternoon Harry went for a walk around the grounds and met up with Ron.
"Where have you been?" Ron asked.
"Trying to figure something out." Harry replied, and cut straight to the chase. "Do you know anything about what Oliver and Hermione are up to?"
"No." Ron said, "I didn't know they were up to anything."
"Well, they are" Harry said, sighing.
"You think they're dating? Is that what you think? Harry?" Ron questioned, turning and facing Harry
"Calm yourself, Ron." Harry said, putting his hands on Ron's shoulders. "And no, that's not what I think."
"Then, what do you think?" Ron asked, calming down.
"I think it has something to do with Oliver's cousins and broomsticks." Harry replied.
"Hm…" Ron thought about what he had just said "Have you asked them about it?"
"I asked Katie." Harry said, sitting on the ground and leaning against the castle wall. "She wouldn't talk about it."
"Another big secret." Said Ron. Harry sighed and nodded.
"Any word on these days off yet?" Harry asked.
"Nope." Ron said "But, I heard we're getting an extra day off because something went missing in the building. Some potion that's really important."
Harry thought about it, and his thoughts went back to Katie coming down the steps and talking about some lightweight potion.
"What's the potion for?" Harry asked.
"Something that makes people so lightweight, they'll eventually rise out of the earth and die unless they're held back." Ron replied "Or so I've heard."
Harry's eyes widened and he jumped up and ran towards the castle doors, Ron yelling after him.