The Quidditch Match Part 3:
Griffindor vs. Slytherin
Harry had only been in this office twice.
Once in his second year when he was convicted of been the heir of Slytherin and setting loose a snake on them that killed. And once in his 4th year when he went to see Dumbledore. Hermione was in awe at the site of been in the Headmaster's office. "Well, I guess that now that you are now here I should tell you about why you are here." "You two have been chosen as prefects this year from Griffindor." Dumbledore smiled. Hermione squealed in delight. "You would have made you father proud, Harry." He added looking at him. He blushed and nodded. "I think that the Quidditch match is about to begin as well." Dumbledore thought aloud to them "Oh no!" Harry cried and he dashed out. "Ahh, yes I see James in him." The headmaster said thoughtfully to Hermione. She blushed and bowed herself out. As Hermione crossed the grounds to the Quidditch field she heard a voice call, "Hermione, wait!" As she turned she saw Harry running in his Quidditch robes holding out a Quidditch cloak. "Hey, Harry. What's that?" she asked pointing. "This is for you. Since I got a new one I thought that you might want it." He said holding out the cloak. She grinned and stuck it on. "How does it look?" she asked him. "Great, like a Quidditch player." Harry smiled. He waved and dashed off with his Firebolt. Hermione looked as he ran off. She could feel her face burn as she thought about him. He's your friend. And friends don't fall in love with one another. Ron would be so up set that if Harry and I liked each other. Hermione thought bitterly. Soon she sat down in a seat that was as high as a post. "And now here comes the Slytherin Team." Lee Jordan roared. 7 figures walked out. Malfoy looked pleased about something that Hermione couldn't figure out. "And the best Team in 100 years I give you the Griffindors!" Lee roared. The cheering was deafen by the boos from the Slytherin side. " Weasley, Malfoy shake hands." Madame Hooch snapped. Ron and Malfoy grasped each other's and almost broke each other's fingers when she blew her whistle. "Mount you brooms. Three, two, one." A short blast and the match were on. "Katie Bell has the Quaffle. Watch out that's a Bludger! Oh no she dropped it. Slytherin in possession. And he's going to the hoops. Let's just hope that the new Keeper can stop it." Lee Jordan hissed. Ron looked ready. "Yes, I don't believe it! The Weasly stopped it!" Lee roared happily. Harry flew around looking for the Snitch but then Malfoy appeared. "Missing that Mudblood of yours, Potter? She looks quite yummy for the taking. Even though I hate Mudblood's." he snarled evilly. Harry glared at him. " Hermione's not a prize to be won, Malfoy. And besides she's a witch, you slimy git." Then it happened Harry went into a dive and Malfoy being the sucker that he was dove after him. Harry pulled out just in time and Malfoy went crashing to the ground. "Griffindor scores. 60 to 0!" Lee said happily. Fred and George batted both Bludgers a Malfoy and Adrian Pucey. Both got hit in the arm. "Time out!" Ron called as he flew to the ground. "Okay this time try and get the Snitch, Harry." Ron said fiercely. "I'm trying, Ron. It's not that easy to get it all right?!" he said coolly. The clouds had moved in and it was about to rain. Hermione dashed out of the stands to the playing field. "Harry, give me your glasses." She ordered. He handed them to her. She tapped them and said, "Impervius." Harry knew the affect of the spell. She had done this in their third year. "Thanks, Hermione." And he kissed her on the cheek quickly. She blushed and hurried back. Malfoy called to her, "Hey, Granger how about a kiss?" She glared and him and pointed her wand at him. "Say that again and I'll cruse you to bits." She said with an evil stare. He turned and walked away. At last the match ended with Griffindor winning, 210 to 10. As Harry made his way out of the changing room he found Hermione waiting for him. "Hey." He said. "Hey, thanks for the cloak." Said Hermione pulling it closer to her. "Come on or we'll be soaked!" Harry laughed. He took her hand and pulled her along. "Blimey! I soaked!" Harry coughed as he pulled his wet socks off. Dobby, the house elf came dashing to his side at once. "Does, Harry Potter, want to come to the kitchen to warm up?" he asked. "Sure, Dobby." Harry said gratefully to the elf. Hermione followed as well. "Dobby has missed Harry Potter and his noble friend!" squeaked the elf. Hermione blushed. As Dobby opened the door to the kitchens Harry held her back. "Thanks, Hermione. For saving the game again." He said. She looked at him and smiled. "It was nothing, Harry. I knew that you'd do the same for me." "I know but I wanted you to know that nothing can change that and that I'll always be here to save the day." "A noble thing to same, don't you think?" Hermione grinned. Harry looked at her; his goofy grin set on his face. Hermione could feel her knees get weak. "Shall we go in then?" she asked. "I think so." Harry said taking her arm. "Good then." And he led her inside. "Miss!" squealed an elf running to her. "Winky, how are you?" Hermione asked. "Very good, Miss," then her eyes landed on Harry. "Harry Potter, sir! Great evil is on its way! He-Who- Must-Not-Be named is on his way here, sir! And he is looking for her!" Winky said pointing to Hermione. Harry looked startled at the elf then at Hermione who looked terrified. "Winky, where did you hear this?" he asked her. "When Is picking mushrooms this morning. I was walking in the forest and then I heard voices, sir. Cold voices that was of another sort." Said the elf. Harry looked at Hermione again; her face was rigid. "Hermione?" Then she fainted. "Hermione!" Harry cried as he ran to her and picked her up. She was as cold as ice. She face was frozen. "She's been petrified." Harry said to Dobby and Winky. "We's must get Miss to Headmaster at once!" Dobby cried as Harry carried her. Winky threw open the door then looked all around for clues. A mirror was hanging off the wall. The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. And this time there's no closing it. Die, Potter. Winky looked horrified at the writing. "Harry Potter, sir!" she yelled running to them. "What is it, Winky?" Harry asked her. "Tis' there was writing saying that The Chamber of Secrets has been open and this time there is no closing it. And, sir, there was a message saying, "Die, Potter." Winky finished. Harry looked shocked. "Professor Dumbledore!" he yelled. "What is it, Harry?" asked the aged wizard. " The Chamber has been opened again." He gasped. "Are you sure, Harry?" "Professor, Hermione's been petrified!" Harry yelled. Dumbledore looked at Hermione, sadly. "Indeed, she has been petrified. Go to Madame Pomfrey and tell her. I will tell Professor McGonagall that you are there." He said to Harry. He nodded and took off with Winky and Dobby at his heels. "Madame Pomfrey!" Harry yelled. "Good Heavens, what are you yelling about this time, Potter?" she napped, but then her eyes landed on Hermione. "Goodness, don't tell me that it's opened again! How many times is that now! 3 times she's been petrified!" she cried. "I'm afraid so." Harry said softly. "Well, lay her down on this bed." She ordered. Harry did as he was told and laid her down. "You're lucky that I have some Mandrake potion left!" she said going to a closet and pulling out a bottle of potion. She tipped the potion into her mouth and soon Hermione woke with a cough and looked at him. "How.What? How did I get here?" she asked him. "It's has been opened again." Harry said softly into her hair. "Oh no! Do you think it's in the same place?" she asked. "Yeah, I think so. Where else would it be in? But, that's not what's bugging me. It's the fact that someone has the gift and he or she has used it. But who?" Harry asked himself. Hermione looked at him, worried. "Harry, do you think it was You-Know-Who?" she whispered. "Voldemort did use Ginny to do it last time. So I think we should ask her." They found her sitting in the common room reading when Harry and Hermione entered. "'Ello, what's the matter? You two looked like you've seen a ghost." Ginny frowned. "Gin, do you have a diary that writes back?" Harry asked her. Again Ginny frowned at the pair. "No, I don't father packed my trunk this time. Why?" she asked. "Because, it's been opened again. And this time we don't know who did it." Hermione said avoiding her eyes. "Well, I don't know who it is but I can tell you that it's someone you two know and." "And?" Harry and Hermione echoed. "And nothing." Ginny snapped and walked away. "Great, we don't even have a clue of to who this new enemy is!" Harry shouted. But Hermione whispered, "Yeah, but I do. I think gulp it's Ron." "Are you sure?" Harry whispered back. "I think so.But then again I can be wrong." "Well, I just hope it's not Ron. Or else we'll be in for the shock of the lifetime." Harry said. As he bid Hermione good night he went up to bed and laid there thinking about her. How could he do this to himself? She was his best friend and he had to go and fall in love with her! Great, now I got myself into a huge mess! He thought. As he lay there he heard a soft sob. "Neville?" "Oh, Harry! I didn't think that you were back you know from the Hospital Wing." He squeaked. "I just got back. Neville, what's the matter? Is it you grams?" Harry asked.
"No, it's just that well.I heard that the Chamber of Secrets is opened again and this time I want to help you." Neville said quietly.
"Neville, you're one of my best friends and I don't want you to get yourself hurt." Harry whispered.
"But."
"No, buts, Neville. I promise you that you can help me. But just don't do crazy things, okay?"
"Yeah, okay, Harry."
And with that the two boys fell asleep.
Harry had only been in this office twice.
Once in his second year when he was convicted of been the heir of Slytherin and setting loose a snake on them that killed. And once in his 4th year when he went to see Dumbledore. Hermione was in awe at the site of been in the Headmaster's office. "Well, I guess that now that you are now here I should tell you about why you are here." "You two have been chosen as prefects this year from Griffindor." Dumbledore smiled. Hermione squealed in delight. "You would have made you father proud, Harry." He added looking at him. He blushed and nodded. "I think that the Quidditch match is about to begin as well." Dumbledore thought aloud to them "Oh no!" Harry cried and he dashed out. "Ahh, yes I see James in him." The headmaster said thoughtfully to Hermione. She blushed and bowed herself out. As Hermione crossed the grounds to the Quidditch field she heard a voice call, "Hermione, wait!" As she turned she saw Harry running in his Quidditch robes holding out a Quidditch cloak. "Hey, Harry. What's that?" she asked pointing. "This is for you. Since I got a new one I thought that you might want it." He said holding out the cloak. She grinned and stuck it on. "How does it look?" she asked him. "Great, like a Quidditch player." Harry smiled. He waved and dashed off with his Firebolt. Hermione looked as he ran off. She could feel her face burn as she thought about him. He's your friend. And friends don't fall in love with one another. Ron would be so up set that if Harry and I liked each other. Hermione thought bitterly. Soon she sat down in a seat that was as high as a post. "And now here comes the Slytherin Team." Lee Jordan roared. 7 figures walked out. Malfoy looked pleased about something that Hermione couldn't figure out. "And the best Team in 100 years I give you the Griffindors!" Lee roared. The cheering was deafen by the boos from the Slytherin side. " Weasley, Malfoy shake hands." Madame Hooch snapped. Ron and Malfoy grasped each other's and almost broke each other's fingers when she blew her whistle. "Mount you brooms. Three, two, one." A short blast and the match were on. "Katie Bell has the Quaffle. Watch out that's a Bludger! Oh no she dropped it. Slytherin in possession. And he's going to the hoops. Let's just hope that the new Keeper can stop it." Lee Jordan hissed. Ron looked ready. "Yes, I don't believe it! The Weasly stopped it!" Lee roared happily. Harry flew around looking for the Snitch but then Malfoy appeared. "Missing that Mudblood of yours, Potter? She looks quite yummy for the taking. Even though I hate Mudblood's." he snarled evilly. Harry glared at him. " Hermione's not a prize to be won, Malfoy. And besides she's a witch, you slimy git." Then it happened Harry went into a dive and Malfoy being the sucker that he was dove after him. Harry pulled out just in time and Malfoy went crashing to the ground. "Griffindor scores. 60 to 0!" Lee said happily. Fred and George batted both Bludgers a Malfoy and Adrian Pucey. Both got hit in the arm. "Time out!" Ron called as he flew to the ground. "Okay this time try and get the Snitch, Harry." Ron said fiercely. "I'm trying, Ron. It's not that easy to get it all right?!" he said coolly. The clouds had moved in and it was about to rain. Hermione dashed out of the stands to the playing field. "Harry, give me your glasses." She ordered. He handed them to her. She tapped them and said, "Impervius." Harry knew the affect of the spell. She had done this in their third year. "Thanks, Hermione." And he kissed her on the cheek quickly. She blushed and hurried back. Malfoy called to her, "Hey, Granger how about a kiss?" She glared and him and pointed her wand at him. "Say that again and I'll cruse you to bits." She said with an evil stare. He turned and walked away. At last the match ended with Griffindor winning, 210 to 10. As Harry made his way out of the changing room he found Hermione waiting for him. "Hey." He said. "Hey, thanks for the cloak." Said Hermione pulling it closer to her. "Come on or we'll be soaked!" Harry laughed. He took her hand and pulled her along. "Blimey! I soaked!" Harry coughed as he pulled his wet socks off. Dobby, the house elf came dashing to his side at once. "Does, Harry Potter, want to come to the kitchen to warm up?" he asked. "Sure, Dobby." Harry said gratefully to the elf. Hermione followed as well. "Dobby has missed Harry Potter and his noble friend!" squeaked the elf. Hermione blushed. As Dobby opened the door to the kitchens Harry held her back. "Thanks, Hermione. For saving the game again." He said. She looked at him and smiled. "It was nothing, Harry. I knew that you'd do the same for me." "I know but I wanted you to know that nothing can change that and that I'll always be here to save the day." "A noble thing to same, don't you think?" Hermione grinned. Harry looked at her; his goofy grin set on his face. Hermione could feel her knees get weak. "Shall we go in then?" she asked. "I think so." Harry said taking her arm. "Good then." And he led her inside. "Miss!" squealed an elf running to her. "Winky, how are you?" Hermione asked. "Very good, Miss," then her eyes landed on Harry. "Harry Potter, sir! Great evil is on its way! He-Who- Must-Not-Be named is on his way here, sir! And he is looking for her!" Winky said pointing to Hermione. Harry looked startled at the elf then at Hermione who looked terrified. "Winky, where did you hear this?" he asked her. "When Is picking mushrooms this morning. I was walking in the forest and then I heard voices, sir. Cold voices that was of another sort." Said the elf. Harry looked at Hermione again; her face was rigid. "Hermione?" Then she fainted. "Hermione!" Harry cried as he ran to her and picked her up. She was as cold as ice. She face was frozen. "She's been petrified." Harry said to Dobby and Winky. "We's must get Miss to Headmaster at once!" Dobby cried as Harry carried her. Winky threw open the door then looked all around for clues. A mirror was hanging off the wall. The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. And this time there's no closing it. Die, Potter. Winky looked horrified at the writing. "Harry Potter, sir!" she yelled running to them. "What is it, Winky?" Harry asked her. "Tis' there was writing saying that The Chamber of Secrets has been open and this time there is no closing it. And, sir, there was a message saying, "Die, Potter." Winky finished. Harry looked shocked. "Professor Dumbledore!" he yelled. "What is it, Harry?" asked the aged wizard. " The Chamber has been opened again." He gasped. "Are you sure, Harry?" "Professor, Hermione's been petrified!" Harry yelled. Dumbledore looked at Hermione, sadly. "Indeed, she has been petrified. Go to Madame Pomfrey and tell her. I will tell Professor McGonagall that you are there." He said to Harry. He nodded and took off with Winky and Dobby at his heels. "Madame Pomfrey!" Harry yelled. "Good Heavens, what are you yelling about this time, Potter?" she napped, but then her eyes landed on Hermione. "Goodness, don't tell me that it's opened again! How many times is that now! 3 times she's been petrified!" she cried. "I'm afraid so." Harry said softly. "Well, lay her down on this bed." She ordered. Harry did as he was told and laid her down. "You're lucky that I have some Mandrake potion left!" she said going to a closet and pulling out a bottle of potion. She tipped the potion into her mouth and soon Hermione woke with a cough and looked at him. "How.What? How did I get here?" she asked him. "It's has been opened again." Harry said softly into her hair. "Oh no! Do you think it's in the same place?" she asked. "Yeah, I think so. Where else would it be in? But, that's not what's bugging me. It's the fact that someone has the gift and he or she has used it. But who?" Harry asked himself. Hermione looked at him, worried. "Harry, do you think it was You-Know-Who?" she whispered. "Voldemort did use Ginny to do it last time. So I think we should ask her." They found her sitting in the common room reading when Harry and Hermione entered. "'Ello, what's the matter? You two looked like you've seen a ghost." Ginny frowned. "Gin, do you have a diary that writes back?" Harry asked her. Again Ginny frowned at the pair. "No, I don't father packed my trunk this time. Why?" she asked. "Because, it's been opened again. And this time we don't know who did it." Hermione said avoiding her eyes. "Well, I don't know who it is but I can tell you that it's someone you two know and." "And?" Harry and Hermione echoed. "And nothing." Ginny snapped and walked away. "Great, we don't even have a clue of to who this new enemy is!" Harry shouted. But Hermione whispered, "Yeah, but I do. I think gulp it's Ron." "Are you sure?" Harry whispered back. "I think so.But then again I can be wrong." "Well, I just hope it's not Ron. Or else we'll be in for the shock of the lifetime." Harry said. As he bid Hermione good night he went up to bed and laid there thinking about her. How could he do this to himself? She was his best friend and he had to go and fall in love with her! Great, now I got myself into a huge mess! He thought. As he lay there he heard a soft sob. "Neville?" "Oh, Harry! I didn't think that you were back you know from the Hospital Wing." He squeaked. "I just got back. Neville, what's the matter? Is it you grams?" Harry asked.
"No, it's just that well.I heard that the Chamber of Secrets is opened again and this time I want to help you." Neville said quietly.
"Neville, you're one of my best friends and I don't want you to get yourself hurt." Harry whispered.
"But."
"No, buts, Neville. I promise you that you can help me. But just don't do crazy things, okay?"
"Yeah, okay, Harry."
And with that the two boys fell asleep.