Apparently McGonagall had told everyone about Harry joining the Gryffindor quidditch team as a first year, that or Dumbledore wrote about it, because the whole school was only interested in asking Harry about it for the next few weeks at school. Harry was really just that cool and popular.

A broom shaped package landed in the middle of the table for Harry, and everyone stared, wondering what it could possibly be.
"Oh my gosh," Hermione says, turning the page of the Daily Prophet. "A break-in occurred in Gringotts?!"
"Wow Harry, what model of broom do you think it is?" The Weasley boy asked.

"Dunno, should I open it right here in front of everyone?" Harry asked, wanting to be chaotic. Without waiting for Ron(?) to answer, Harry ripped into the package and to his surprise a very nice looking broom rolled out onto the table.

"A NIMBUS 2000?!" Ron shrieked in unison with the entire Great Hall.

Suddenly, Malfoy swaggered up to them. "A nimbus 2000? Psh." he slicked back his hair. "Anyway, wanna duel tonight?"

"FINE, Malfoy," Harry couldn't believe that he had been goaded into this AGAIN! This guy…

"-It says that the vault that was broken into had been emptied not too long before the break in!" Hermione said to nobody.

"Meet me on the third floor tonight, in the trophy hallway. There, I will show you how much power racism brings!" Malfoy laughed then returned to the Slytherin table.

"We have to kill that git, Harry!" Ron said, smashing his fist into his palm. Harry nodded. He was about to show Malfoy that racism really just wasn't cool. Ron agreed to join Harry as his dueling partner, promising to step in if Harry died. Harry didn't realize how serious wizard duels were but he was ready to do what he had to do.

By the way, they still are doing classes in between these events! That night, Harry and Ron were preparing for their duel but Hermione was waiting outside of the portrait hole.

"And what do you two think you are doing?" She said in a voice so snitchy that Harry flinched.

"We're going to kill Malfoy," Ron said. Harry nodded nervously.
"Well I'm not going to have any part of that!" She spun around to get into the Gryffindor Tower but the portrait was still empty. Was that even allowed?

"I guess I'm coming with you guys," she huffed. "Just to stop you guys from killing Malfoy."
They started walking to their dueling spot when Harry noticed that there were footsteps following them. He turned around to see Neville tagging along as well for some reason. Weird. The more the merrier, though.

It took them some time to sneak to the trophy hallway on the third floor but when they finally arrived they realized it was empty?

"I guess we are early, or Malfoy chickened out!" Harry said triumphantly, though he was happy he might not have to become a murderer tonight (He's saving that for the end of the book). The group sat and waited for a while, and just when they realized Malfoy really wasn't coming, a giant UGLY and MANGY cat with glowing eyes walked into the hallway? Followed closely by the UGLY and OLD caretaker Filch. Everyone quickly took off down the hallway away from him.

"Quick, in here!" Harry called, and they all fell into the room and shut the door.
"That was a close one!" Ron said. He then looked distressed. "It's right behind me, isn't it?"

There was a GIANT THREE HEADED DOG for some reason. Like bigger than Clifford the Big Red Dog! Yeah, crazy right?

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" They all ran out of the room and into the Gryffindor tower.

"That dog was sitting on a trap door!" Hermione said. "And Gringotts was broken into! Something is happening."

"I'm gonna have nightmares, that dog was huge," Ron said. "Anyway I'm going to bed."

"Me too." Harry and Neville both said and the three boys left for the dorm. Hermione went to her dorm too. That night, Harry had a really plot relevant dream where he saw the three headed dog sitting on the trapdoor, the trapdoor opened and Hagrid climbed out of it holding the "you-know-what" from Gringotts. Suddenly, the three headed dog's faces changed into Dumbledore's, Snape's, and Quirrell's respectively. Harry heard talking through Quirrell's turban and Hagrid yelled, "DON'T SAY HIS NAME!" while pointing aggressively towards the Quirrell head. Um wtf?