"Something's going on, but what? Even Draco's been acting unusual," Harry said.
"I don't like it," Ron agreed. "But what can we do?"
"There has to be something we can look for, maybe," suggested Hermione. The boys turned to look at her.
"Such as?" Harry asked. Hermione frowned.
"I'm not sure- let's just keep our eyes open, and maybe something will turn up," she suggested.
"You know how I hate waiting," answered Harry. ~*~
"Hey, Morgan, watch out!" Harry cried as a Bludger raced towards the team's new keeper. She turned but was too late; it hit her squarely in the back. Morgan flew off her broom and landed several feet below. The team rushed down to the still figure in the sand.
"Ungh."
"Try not to move," Harry told her. After a quick check revealed apparent bruising and a broken ankle, Fred and George helped her up.
"Harry, can you take her to the hospital wing? We still have an hour left of practice," Fred said. Harry nodded. Morgan hopped along with Harry holding her up, and they slowly made their way to the castle.
"I'm sorry," Morgan apologized. "You should be practicing... I should've been paying more attention."
"Don't worry about it, happens to the best of us. Those Bludgers are awful."
"Yeah." After a few minutes of silence, Harry stopped walking.
"What?" Morgan asked.
"We're going so slowly. It'd be easier if I just carried you."
"No, really, that's okay!" Morgan's protest was ignored as Harry scooped her up and began walking much faster than they'd been going. They arrived at the hospital wing in no time.
"Thank you, Harry," Morgan said when he set her down as Mme. Pomfrey instructed him.
"No problem, you're not even heavy," Harry joked. Morgan blushed. "I'm going back to practice but I'll come check on you, okay? You'll be better in no time."
"Okay, see you later." Mme Pomfrey shooed Harry out so she could check Morgan's back.
Harry started out of the castle but was deterred rather unexpectedly by his own curiosity. He watched as Colin Creevey crept slowly down the hall in front of him. Wondering why Creevey was being so 'stealthy,' Harry followed him to the library. Now Harry was just confused. What was so secretive about the library?
Colin took a heavy volume off one of the shelves after a few minutes' searching. Harry strained to see the page. After copying down a few notes, Colin returned the book and left, checking to see if he'd been watched. Harry smirked and took down the book Colin had just put back, once he was sure Colin had left.
Flipping through the pages, Harry recognized a large photo that he'd been able to see when Colin had the book open. He scanned the page. It talked about the Elixir of Life, how it was made from the Philosopher's Stone. There was even mention of its counter-potion, the Elixir of Death. Harry stopped. What was Creevey doing reading about this? Strange. The Philosopher's Stone had been destroyed five years ago. Unable to come to any conclusion, Harry left for the remainder of Quidditch practice, with a mental note to talk to Hermione and Ron about the little incident. ~*~
"I never even knew there was a counter-potion to the Elixir of Life. Although it would make sense, really, if you had one, to have the other," Hermione said after Harry told them about the book Colin had been reading. "I wonder what it's made from? What does it do, take away immortality?"
"Actually, yes. But what I want to know is, why was Colin sneaking around? Why was he reading that book?" Harry asked. Ron just looked at the two of them, dumbfounded.
"Harry, I think you've gone mad. Colin's an annoying prat, maybe he just didn't want people knowing he actually uses the library?" Ron suggested. Harry looked doubtful.
"Hermione, you told us to watch for anything strange, and Colin definitely was acting funny."
"Yes, but, Colin's a Gryffindor. He wouldn't be doing anything wrong. I'm sure there's a logical explanation," she replied.
"Maybe." ~*~
"Now be quiet, she's sleeping," Mme. Pomfrey told Harry as she led him to a chair next to Morgan's bed. He sat for a few moments before she woke up.
"Oh, Harry... Hi," she said, feeling rather self-conscious. He smiled.
"How do you feel?"
"Okay, Mme. Pomfrey's letting me leave soon, but I have to be more careful in the future."
"Yeah. Nobody ever expects the keeper to get hurt, because they don't fly around as much. It happens, though."
"That's okay though, Quidditch is still the best game ever!"
"Definitely. Hey, what's your favourite team?"
"Holyhead Harpies, of course. Yours?"
"Puddlemere United. They had a nasty season this past year though."
"Yeah, the Harpies made it to the World Cup," Morgan said, grinning slyly.
"And lost to America!"
"At least they got that far."
"Yeah, but America?"
"Noone ever takes American Quidditch teams seriously. I happen to like the Allentown Augureys." Now Harry smirked.
"Yeah, I do agree on that one... Having all of their fans singing before a game is kind of daunting." Morgan laughed.
"Surprisingly, there hasn't been rain after an Augureys game since the team was first made," she said. "Or any deaths."
"Morgan, dear, you're free to leave. Why don't you have Harry escort you to dinner? It's should be starting soon," Mme. Pomfrey said, sticking her head in.
"Sure, Mme Pomfrey," Harry said, as Morgan collected her few things. They left the hospital wing for the Great Hall.
"The new season starts this Saturday, with a game between the Arrows and Wasps," Harry said. Morgan gasped.
"I know, of all teams to start the season with! Wow. My mum tried getting me tickets but they were already sold out," she told him.
"Really? That's too bad." They entered the Hall and headed for their respective groups of friends, each lost in their own thoughts. ~*~
"Hey, Morgan," Ginny said as her friend sat down next to her. "Where were you all afternoon?"
"Oh, the hospital wing! Broke my ankle during practice this morning."
"What?! Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I sure am. Harry had to carry me from the pitch!" Ginny rolled her eyes.
"I'm sure that was such hell for you," she remarked. Morgan shot her a look.
"We talked about Quidditch."
"Ah."
"Hey, even you like Quidditch, Gin, admit it," her friend protested.
"Well yeah, but I'm not nearly as obsessed as either of you are," Ginny retorted. She raised her eyebrows seconds later when Harry sat down across from Morgan.
"Hi, Harry," they said.
"Hey, Gin," he said, as he turned to Morgan. "You know how we were talking about the game? Well, Ron and I have tickets-"
"Why, you lucky-" Ginny clamped a hand over her friend's mouth. Somehow, letting her finish that sentence just didn't seem like a good idea.
"Anyway, what I wanted to say was, we got a third ticket for Hermione, but she doesn't want to go, and there's no sense letting a good ticket go to waste, so would you wanna come?" Morgan took one look at Ginny, then practically shrieked, "YES!" Ginny smacked herself on the forehead. Harry smiled and excused himself with a, "great."
"I don't like it," Ron agreed. "But what can we do?"
"There has to be something we can look for, maybe," suggested Hermione. The boys turned to look at her.
"Such as?" Harry asked. Hermione frowned.
"I'm not sure- let's just keep our eyes open, and maybe something will turn up," she suggested.
"You know how I hate waiting," answered Harry. ~*~
"Hey, Morgan, watch out!" Harry cried as a Bludger raced towards the team's new keeper. She turned but was too late; it hit her squarely in the back. Morgan flew off her broom and landed several feet below. The team rushed down to the still figure in the sand.
"Ungh."
"Try not to move," Harry told her. After a quick check revealed apparent bruising and a broken ankle, Fred and George helped her up.
"Harry, can you take her to the hospital wing? We still have an hour left of practice," Fred said. Harry nodded. Morgan hopped along with Harry holding her up, and they slowly made their way to the castle.
"I'm sorry," Morgan apologized. "You should be practicing... I should've been paying more attention."
"Don't worry about it, happens to the best of us. Those Bludgers are awful."
"Yeah." After a few minutes of silence, Harry stopped walking.
"What?" Morgan asked.
"We're going so slowly. It'd be easier if I just carried you."
"No, really, that's okay!" Morgan's protest was ignored as Harry scooped her up and began walking much faster than they'd been going. They arrived at the hospital wing in no time.
"Thank you, Harry," Morgan said when he set her down as Mme. Pomfrey instructed him.
"No problem, you're not even heavy," Harry joked. Morgan blushed. "I'm going back to practice but I'll come check on you, okay? You'll be better in no time."
"Okay, see you later." Mme Pomfrey shooed Harry out so she could check Morgan's back.
Harry started out of the castle but was deterred rather unexpectedly by his own curiosity. He watched as Colin Creevey crept slowly down the hall in front of him. Wondering why Creevey was being so 'stealthy,' Harry followed him to the library. Now Harry was just confused. What was so secretive about the library?
Colin took a heavy volume off one of the shelves after a few minutes' searching. Harry strained to see the page. After copying down a few notes, Colin returned the book and left, checking to see if he'd been watched. Harry smirked and took down the book Colin had just put back, once he was sure Colin had left.
Flipping through the pages, Harry recognized a large photo that he'd been able to see when Colin had the book open. He scanned the page. It talked about the Elixir of Life, how it was made from the Philosopher's Stone. There was even mention of its counter-potion, the Elixir of Death. Harry stopped. What was Creevey doing reading about this? Strange. The Philosopher's Stone had been destroyed five years ago. Unable to come to any conclusion, Harry left for the remainder of Quidditch practice, with a mental note to talk to Hermione and Ron about the little incident. ~*~
"I never even knew there was a counter-potion to the Elixir of Life. Although it would make sense, really, if you had one, to have the other," Hermione said after Harry told them about the book Colin had been reading. "I wonder what it's made from? What does it do, take away immortality?"
"Actually, yes. But what I want to know is, why was Colin sneaking around? Why was he reading that book?" Harry asked. Ron just looked at the two of them, dumbfounded.
"Harry, I think you've gone mad. Colin's an annoying prat, maybe he just didn't want people knowing he actually uses the library?" Ron suggested. Harry looked doubtful.
"Hermione, you told us to watch for anything strange, and Colin definitely was acting funny."
"Yes, but, Colin's a Gryffindor. He wouldn't be doing anything wrong. I'm sure there's a logical explanation," she replied.
"Maybe." ~*~
"Now be quiet, she's sleeping," Mme. Pomfrey told Harry as she led him to a chair next to Morgan's bed. He sat for a few moments before she woke up.
"Oh, Harry... Hi," she said, feeling rather self-conscious. He smiled.
"How do you feel?"
"Okay, Mme. Pomfrey's letting me leave soon, but I have to be more careful in the future."
"Yeah. Nobody ever expects the keeper to get hurt, because they don't fly around as much. It happens, though."
"That's okay though, Quidditch is still the best game ever!"
"Definitely. Hey, what's your favourite team?"
"Holyhead Harpies, of course. Yours?"
"Puddlemere United. They had a nasty season this past year though."
"Yeah, the Harpies made it to the World Cup," Morgan said, grinning slyly.
"And lost to America!"
"At least they got that far."
"Yeah, but America?"
"Noone ever takes American Quidditch teams seriously. I happen to like the Allentown Augureys." Now Harry smirked.
"Yeah, I do agree on that one... Having all of their fans singing before a game is kind of daunting." Morgan laughed.
"Surprisingly, there hasn't been rain after an Augureys game since the team was first made," she said. "Or any deaths."
"Morgan, dear, you're free to leave. Why don't you have Harry escort you to dinner? It's should be starting soon," Mme. Pomfrey said, sticking her head in.
"Sure, Mme Pomfrey," Harry said, as Morgan collected her few things. They left the hospital wing for the Great Hall.
"The new season starts this Saturday, with a game between the Arrows and Wasps," Harry said. Morgan gasped.
"I know, of all teams to start the season with! Wow. My mum tried getting me tickets but they were already sold out," she told him.
"Really? That's too bad." They entered the Hall and headed for their respective groups of friends, each lost in their own thoughts. ~*~
"Hey, Morgan," Ginny said as her friend sat down next to her. "Where were you all afternoon?"
"Oh, the hospital wing! Broke my ankle during practice this morning."
"What?! Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I sure am. Harry had to carry me from the pitch!" Ginny rolled her eyes.
"I'm sure that was such hell for you," she remarked. Morgan shot her a look.
"We talked about Quidditch."
"Ah."
"Hey, even you like Quidditch, Gin, admit it," her friend protested.
"Well yeah, but I'm not nearly as obsessed as either of you are," Ginny retorted. She raised her eyebrows seconds later when Harry sat down across from Morgan.
"Hi, Harry," they said.
"Hey, Gin," he said, as he turned to Morgan. "You know how we were talking about the game? Well, Ron and I have tickets-"
"Why, you lucky-" Ginny clamped a hand over her friend's mouth. Somehow, letting her finish that sentence just didn't seem like a good idea.
"Anyway, what I wanted to say was, we got a third ticket for Hermione, but she doesn't want to go, and there's no sense letting a good ticket go to waste, so would you wanna come?" Morgan took one look at Ginny, then practically shrieked, "YES!" Ginny smacked herself on the forehead. Harry smiled and excused himself with a, "great."