Ch 6 The Firebolt
It was now time for Defence against dark arts lesson with Quirrell, He had brought the mirror up.
'Gather round, gather round, can you all see me? Can you all hear me? Excellent. Now I guess you must know what this mirror I have here can do. That's right, now I don't want any of you to worry, you will still have yourself after I'm through with you, I want you to GET THIS STONE OUT OF HERE!' he yelled making the windows shatter, 'Hurry now, fifty points will go to the house of whoever who can get it out, but don't break it.' There was a rush of excitement when everyone rushed to get a closer look at the mirror.
After an hour or so, still, no one was able to take the stone out of the mirror and Quirrell got really fustrated with everyone that he chased us out.
We went down to the Great Hall for breakfast the next day.
'Look at Malfoy, what's he trying to do, to get more attention, or detention?' Fred asked as we watched Malfoy holding his wand trying to curse another Slytherin boy. We snorted into our puddings. Just then, there was a flapping noise from above.
'Owl post!' shouted Seamus. I saw a big package with several owls carrying it, they dropped it in front Harry.
'What do you think that is?' I asked. Harry shrugged.
'Looks like a broomstick, a firebolt maybe.' Harry opened it, and it was a-
'Firebolt!' Yelled Seamus.
'What? But already have one, but...Wicked!' I yelled and gave Harry a pat on his back. I turned over to look at Malfoy, he was starring at Harry with his face full of jealousy.
Malfoy walked over to Hermione, who was now reading a muggle magazine, and yelled at her,'Mudblood!' Then he turned and left.
'I'm going to the girl's bathroom to cry.' she said then she too left.
Percy stood up to calm the crowd down, 'look here, I'm a prefect and I'm going to be headboy, so you better listen to me, everyone, hey, get back here, where are you all going? Hey!'
We left him there, followed Harry to admire his second broom. We placed his broom in the common room and went back down.
'Who could have sent you, not sirius, he's not the rich to buy you so many, could it be-' I asked.
'Look, the mirror!' said Harry.
'What's wrong with it?' I asked.
'No, I see myself as Quidditch captain, holding two broomsticks, I look good!' said Harry.
'Wicked! Hey wait, I see myself holding a stone, and wicked, it's putting it into my pocket!' I said excitedly.
'What?'
'Ouch! you stupid reflection, how dare you, try to kill me by putting it in my pocket, arrrggg...! Wait till I throw this stone at you and, bloody hell, it's gone.'
'Well it's back in the mirror, because you wanted to use it, that's why it's gone back, you wanted to use it to break the mirror.' came a voice from the back.
We spun around, it was Dumbledore. 'Now, would you kindly go back to your common room, I don't want you both to go looking for it again, understand? Now go.'
It was now time for Defence against dark arts lesson with Quirrell, He had brought the mirror up.
'Gather round, gather round, can you all see me? Can you all hear me? Excellent. Now I guess you must know what this mirror I have here can do. That's right, now I don't want any of you to worry, you will still have yourself after I'm through with you, I want you to GET THIS STONE OUT OF HERE!' he yelled making the windows shatter, 'Hurry now, fifty points will go to the house of whoever who can get it out, but don't break it.' There was a rush of excitement when everyone rushed to get a closer look at the mirror.
After an hour or so, still, no one was able to take the stone out of the mirror and Quirrell got really fustrated with everyone that he chased us out.
We went down to the Great Hall for breakfast the next day.
'Look at Malfoy, what's he trying to do, to get more attention, or detention?' Fred asked as we watched Malfoy holding his wand trying to curse another Slytherin boy. We snorted into our puddings. Just then, there was a flapping noise from above.
'Owl post!' shouted Seamus. I saw a big package with several owls carrying it, they dropped it in front Harry.
'What do you think that is?' I asked. Harry shrugged.
'Looks like a broomstick, a firebolt maybe.' Harry opened it, and it was a-
'Firebolt!' Yelled Seamus.
'What? But already have one, but...Wicked!' I yelled and gave Harry a pat on his back. I turned over to look at Malfoy, he was starring at Harry with his face full of jealousy.
Malfoy walked over to Hermione, who was now reading a muggle magazine, and yelled at her,'Mudblood!' Then he turned and left.
'I'm going to the girl's bathroom to cry.' she said then she too left.
Percy stood up to calm the crowd down, 'look here, I'm a prefect and I'm going to be headboy, so you better listen to me, everyone, hey, get back here, where are you all going? Hey!'
We left him there, followed Harry to admire his second broom. We placed his broom in the common room and went back down.
'Who could have sent you, not sirius, he's not the rich to buy you so many, could it be-' I asked.
'Look, the mirror!' said Harry.
'What's wrong with it?' I asked.
'No, I see myself as Quidditch captain, holding two broomsticks, I look good!' said Harry.
'Wicked! Hey wait, I see myself holding a stone, and wicked, it's putting it into my pocket!' I said excitedly.
'What?'
'Ouch! you stupid reflection, how dare you, try to kill me by putting it in my pocket, arrrggg...! Wait till I throw this stone at you and, bloody hell, it's gone.'
'Well it's back in the mirror, because you wanted to use it, that's why it's gone back, you wanted to use it to break the mirror.' came a voice from the back.
We spun around, it was Dumbledore. 'Now, would you kindly go back to your common room, I don't want you both to go looking for it again, understand? Now go.'