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Hogwarts, A Documentary

Chapter Two

"I'm here on Hogwart's Quidditch Pitch. Our house Quidditch teams play here during the regular season…"

"Cut! Neville?"

"Oh. Sorry Ron."

"Alright. Harry?"

Harry nodded his head, mounting his Firebolt. He kicked off and rose high into the air.

"Roll it!"

"Ron! What are-" Hermione sputtered.

"It's just to add some colour, Hermione," Ron said. "Keep going Harry!"

Harry flew around the pitch, looping around the goal posts and waving to an invisible crowd.

"Release the bludger!" Ron ordered.

George was holding a small bat, ready to use it when trying to get the bludger back into it's case. Fred undid the straps that held back the small, black ball. It immediately took off and… hit Hermione square in the nose, knocking her down.

"Oops. Uh, sorry Hermione," Fred apologised.

"Didn't expect that," George admitted.

"Hmm… wonder why it didn't go after Harry," Ron pondered. "Oh well. Neville, get a close up of her face. And you might want to call Madame Pomfrey."

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"Here we are in greenhouse three," Hermione said, wincing slightly. Her nose was now heavily bandaged. "Herbology is one of the many subjects students take at Hog-"

"Cut! Bring in the dummy!" Ron shouted.

"Dummy!?"

Harry entered the greenhouse with a blown up doll slung over his shoulder. It was wearing a Hogwarts robe with that all too familiar serpentine logo stitched on the front pocket. .

"No. Ron, Dumbledore won't-" Hermione began.

"Trust me, Hermione. It'll be great. Okay? Harry?"

Harry winked at the camera and stuffed the dummy into the open mouth of the nearest Venomous Tentacular. In less than two seconds, the dummy was gone. All that remained of it was a piece of green thread that Harry held up in his hand.

"Get a close up of the string in Harry's hand."

Neville nodded. "Sure thing, Ron."

"No! Ron! You can't do this! You're ruining my documentary!" Hermione exclaimed stomping her foot.

"Hermione, have I ever let you down?"

"Yes. Remember the time-"

"Uh, you weren't supposed to answer that. The point is this is going to be the best documentary the school has ever seen!"

"You had better be right!"

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"Look at that mudblood Granger. She thinks she's sooo special, making a documentary for Dumbledore," Malfoy fumed.

He, Crabbe, and Goyle were crouched behind some bushes near the greenhouse. They had been spying on Hermoine the whole time.

"Well today's her lucky day," he sneered. "We're going to help her."

"Uh, but wouldn't that be a good thing?" Crabbe asked, scratching his head in confusion.

"No Goyle-"

"It's Crabbe."

"Whatever. We're going to help her in the bad kind of way."

Crabbe and Goyle smiled and started laughing.

"You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"

"No sir," they admitted.

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